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  <title>My "Exciting" Life</title>
  <subtitle>you heard me, exciting</subtitle>
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    <title>Purt thure: Refluctions</title>
    <published>2004-07-04T17:57:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I guess this is the deeper, more meaningful description of the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the beginning, I wasn't that excited about the whole thing. I don't think I lost sleep or anything like that. However, I had heard about people getting into relationships on cruises, and meeting friends, so I thought it would be good if that could happen to me, although I doubted that it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went onto the ship knowing nobody but my family, but that was good enough. After all, I had at least some people to talk to and do things with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed when I met Zach. Actually, I had been sitting next to him, when he was called to a group of people who were talking. I guess he didn't like it, because he left after a while, and we started to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually annoyed me a bit, since he seemed to talk a lot. A friend is a friend, though, and I was lucky that it happened. Also, I had someone to hang out with, so it wouldn't look like I was some lonely guy waiting for someone to dance with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, as you have read before, I was noticing the girl at the table next to mine. She seemed to have two baby sisters, and a twin sister. She would talk to her baby sisters and play with them, something I probably never could do. I'm not too good with babies, and I admired her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to get into arguements with her mother, which reminded me of someone else. Also, her mom kind of looked like the other person's mom, so it was pretty weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed modest, or humble. Didn't really seem like the girl who would wear extremely short skirts, or grind with people on the dance floor. She seemed like someone I could get to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed later on, but first I need to get back to other things. I had went to the teen hang thingies for most of those days, and mostly I just played DDR or Agent Under Fire there. I didn't get to know the people there till around the end of the cruise, and some I didn't get to know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a place that all the teens went to, mostly like 8 people each time. The people usually there weren't those preppy people with Abercrombie or Aeropostale almost every day, but more like people who just wanted to have fun. I guess I was one of them, although I really wanted to meet people, which eventually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I don't feel like doing Reflections anymore, so I'll just hurry it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at the next table turned out to be different than I imagined. I actually worried that I would never see her again, and then I found out was she truly acted like. However, I still talked to her and her sister, and I guess things are good, no matter what went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These other girls, they were at the teen hang thing, too. I annoyed them, though, and I think they were annoyed really badly. I don't know why, but I just can't seem to talk to people unless they talk to me first or if I annoy them. I think I need Zoloft, since it may be social anxiety disorder. Now I regret doing it, and that maybe if I had been friends or something instead, I'd have gotten to know another person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you might have read, Zach and Andrew were very interested in some girls, while I wasn't. I found it surprising how they would try finding them with no clues whatsoever. I guess puberty had come for them on the cruise. Now that I think about it though, I did much more stupid things than trying to find them a group of girls on a ten-story ship. I don't think they would be stupid enough to ride a bike 3 1/2 miles to get to someone's house, and then just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this group of friends, who had met on the ship, seemed sad on the last day. A few of them were crying, since they had formed friendships, loves, relationships, whichever. It's sad that the cruise is the great seperator, and great divider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now, since I'm out of the mood. Bye</content>
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    <title>Guess I gotta give you part II of my confessions...</title>
    <published>2004-07-03T03:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-03T03:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The title is from a song again. I feel that it sort of fits, since this entry is almost straight from the heart. On to the story thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I went to the dance as usual. I danced with confidence, although I'm sure it still probably looked bad. I also saw the girl from the next table at the dance with her sister, but they weren't dancing, just watching. After the dance we went to get something to eat and play some shuffleboard. After that we went to the thing for teens, since Showtime was just singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the teen thing came sleep again. I woke up at like 9:30 the next day. I ate an omlette and some hashbrowns for breakfast, along with a sausage. I was able to make a face with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on until dinner was probably walking around and watching music videos. The afternoons weren't exactly my strong times until later in the cruise. Then dinner came, and I think I had a crabcake for starter, the salad, and for main course Filet Mignon, although to my dismay, it didn't melt in my mouth. I think the dessert was Brie cheese on this day instead, but I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went where? You guessed it, the dance. It was a lot like the day before, except Zach and I danced talked with this kid called Andrew. Zach was bigger the friend to him, since he's the one who first talked to him. After we went to get food and played capture the flag. Then we went to the teen hang, not going to Showtime. I missed most of the later Showtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the teen hang came what? You guessed again, sleep. The next day I woke up at around 12:30. I was able to find Zach and we went to a disco class, where were learned the moves to the dance in Saturday Night Fever. Then we went to bother these younger kids who were playing pictionary and pyramid. I played with them, and it was fun, although they called me retarded. That's what you get for trying to make some kids laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to do karaoke. We kept on handing in joke song slips, so the lady ended up throwing them out. Finally, we handed in Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet, and she made us suffer by calling us down at the very end. I guess that's ok, because as she put it, we "massacred" it. After that we walked around and did other stuff like that. Then I left because he had to eat, and he told me to meet him somewhere are 7:30, but he never showed, so I went watch shopping and got a nice one. Then I dressed up for the second formal dinner of the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good as usual. I had some soup for starter, I think, but it's hard to remember. I got the salad, and the main course was a t-bone steak, well done. I don't feel comfortable eating pink steak. For dessert I had the last cheese they had, Danish Bleu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the dance, and we were with Andrew and another guy, near these girls named Allie, Chelsea, and Jacki. I wasn't too interested in them, but Andrew and Zach were. Afterwards, Zach went to ask them if they wanted to do something with him and I, but they went to the show, so Zach dragged me to the show. The girls sat down with some guys, and the seats next to them were filled, so me and Zach went to this place called the Enchanted Forest, where we played Blackjack with these two girls. While in there we saw a friend of Zach's mom, so we walked with her while making up schemes to bother people who smoked. We ended up making little skits, and going up to smokers and coughing loudly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, Zach wanted to go back to Showtime to see if the girls were still there. They weren't, so we went to the thing for teens. Then we walked around, and met Andrew along the way. While walking we saw the girl from the next table with her sister and this guy, fooling around and bothering random people. I guessed she wasn't the person I imagnined her to be. Zach and Andrew also did You Sexy Thing and She Bangs, although I forget exactly when they sang it. After a while we finally went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day at 12:30 again, even though I wanted to wake up at 7:30. The alarm didn't wake me up. I headed to the thing for teens at 1:00, although I left at 1:30 to learn the Austin Powers dance. Andrew was there, and Allie and the rest of the girls were watching in the stands. After that I went back to the thing, and walked around with Zach. We met Andrew while walking around, again. We walked for a while, and Andrew and Zach were making up dance moves. Then Zach wanted to go find those girls. We ended up annoying them, and then they said they would meet us for karaoke later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just hung out after that, and then there was dinner. I had this fish thing for starter, which I only got because the salmon or something was Norwegian. I got another Caesar salad, and had prime rib for the main course. The dessert was Cappuchino pie, since I finished the cheeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the dance, and was with Andrew and Zach there. I ended up not dancing with any girls, but that's not that bad. Andrew and Zach went to chase Allie and the girls to Karaoke, while I followed, with nothing better to do. The girl from the other table was there with her sister, and I started talking with them. Allie and such ran away soon after, so Andrew and I just roamed the ship. We went to the teen thingy, and had some fun, although I annoyed these people a lot. After Andrew went to bed, Zach and I stayed up, and we kept on running into Allie and the gang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually ended up sitting with her. After talking on the second floor, we went to the top of the ship, where one of the girls, Chelsea, went to smoke with some people, although she was only 15. When we got a seat in a booth, a fight was starting nearby between some drunk people. It wasn't very fun for me being near people about to beat each other up who cursed every five seconds. A waiter eventually made us go to our cabins, since it was 3:00. However, Zach and I stayed for some food, and I saw the girl from the next table's sister. I called her over, and we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, we went back to our rooms. I woke up today at like 7:30, got something to eat, got my luggage and left with the family off the ship, which was at the port in New York. We got the car, piled the luggage into it, and got back to good old home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of today online, talking to friends I haven't kept in touch with for 8 days. I guess that's the end of that adventure for now, except for my Part III: Reflections. So bye for now</content>
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    <title>Illusions never turn to something real...</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T18:33:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">ou were wondering, the title is a line in the song I'm listening to right now. It seemed to fit, making it sort of artistic, more than just plain talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been on a cruise for 8 days on the Carnival Legends. It was a big ship, at least in my eyes. Ten levels, with pools, lounges, a dance place, a pizzeria, the works. Enough to please the average Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day we left home with our luggage to go to the port in New York City. I can't say I would like living there, since it's so congested, and I'm not one for that kind of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the luggage out of the car at the port and my dad went to park the car, we had to wait on a long line, which is something I don't like. I got sick on the line, since I had had some asthma attacks the day before, and I felt cold and on the verge of vomiting. Thankfully I was able to get some food and get my energy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating some of the pizza, I went out onto the top to watch as we left the port. After that, I wandered around and got back to my room for dinner. The food was good. I remember I got a beef and barley soup for a starter, a caesar salad, rack of lamb for the main course, and Part Salut cheese for dessert. Our waiter was an Indonesian fellow named Budi, pronounced like buddy. I guess that could give some comfort, knowing you always have a buddy. Also, while eating I noticed a girl at the next table, who looked like a friend of mine. She looked like one of those average girls with modest looks. She looked older than her age, and looked big boned, if you believe there is such thing as bigger bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to Showtime, which was a sort of Las Vegas show that went on every night. That night was an introduction of everyone and then comedy. They introduced this one English guy named Owen who had an English rock star father and a fashion person, I think, but they wouldn't say who. I think it will bother me for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed after that, but I couldn't get to sleep, so I wrote a short story I've been meaning to write. Sleep came afterwards, and I woke up the next day at like 7:30. I went to eat breakfast, then wandered around looking at everything, and I went to this thing for teens, where I played DDR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day we had to be formal for dinner and the Captain's Cocktail Party before it. At the party people were dancing to swing music on a stage. We left after 30 or so minutes, and went to dinner. I'm pretty sure I had soup for a starter, maybe that Strawberry cream thing. I skipped the salad, and got a lobster tail for the main course. I noticed during dinner that the girl at the next table had a pretty big family. I skipped dessert, and then headed for a teen dance thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I looked inside the dance, I headed for the tables. I didn't think I could dance without being laughed at, so I sit it out. While doing so, I started talking to this kid, and we became friends. His name is Zach, and he lives in Waverly, NY, or something like that. His parents are divorced, and he lives with his mom in an apartment, but they're moving into a house pretty soon. He's in Advanced Math, but it seems he's not as strong in other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance, we went up to the top to play shuffleboard. Neither of us got any points. After it, we went to Showtime, and I looked for my parents there. I found them, and after the show I headed to the room for some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to the thing for teens, and played some more DDR. I met Zach there, and it seems he has the game at home, so he was better than all the other people there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the afternoon too much, since I probably just wandered around. Dinner was another soup for starter, probably. I skipped the salad, I think, and got some beef/steak thing again. I think it was a sliced beef tenderloin or something. During the dinner there was a moment where all the waiters stopped what they were doing, put on silly hats, wigs, and such, and started dancing. It was fun to watch them do it. I got Imported Swiss cheese for dessert, then headed for the dance again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I actually danced, although I bet it looked really bad. Zach wasn't dancing that well, either, so I guess it's ok. After it, we headed to the shuffleboard thing. After we were done, we headed to Showtime, but it was already over, so I just went with him to talk and do other things. Then we called it a night and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the ship arrived at San Juan, the first stop of the cruise. My mom, dad, sister, and I went shopping around, and I bought these ocarinas and a panama hat. My mom bought this jewelry junk. I never understood why some people are attracted to jewelry, unless it's something cool like an emerald or a huge diamond thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of cats in San Juan, and I saw like a family of cats under a rock, and some others strolling around the streets. There were these petitions to Save-the-Gato, and I signed it. I hope signing it did something for those cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back there was a thunderstorm, and we were stuck outside. My sister is afraid of thunderstorms from watching the weather channel too much or something, and she started crying, so I made her feel better by doing some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back to the ship I took a shower and got into new clothes, since I was soaking wet from the rain. Then I stuck around the room, watching music videos. As I told you, I don't remember these afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually dinner time came. I had a lobster bisque, I think, although my mom was worried, since it was made with rum or something. Then I had a salad, followed by another steak thing, I don't remember exactly what it was, though. The waiters did the dance thing again, but the girl at the other table didn't seem to enjoy it. I got a Gouda cheese for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dance afterwards, as usual. I actually danced in it, although I was dancing awkwardly. Some girls wanted to dance, but they were pretty quick to ignore Zach and I. We may have went to shuffleboard, although I forget. I went to Showtime later, then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day were were in St. Thomas, a US Virgin Island. We went to another island, St. John I think, on another boat to get to a beach. There I went snorkeling, and it was very fun. I think snorkeling will be a new hobby of mine, except I probably won't be doing it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I fell asleep, and when we got off the boat, I didn't feel like wearing my shoes. I don't think my feet appreciated it. They got burned and blistered, and it hurt to walk, even when I put my shoes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the cabin, showered, and went shopping for stuff. I bought gum and sunglasses, since my other pair of sunglasses broke. Then I headed back to the cabin to watch music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came. I forgot the starter I had, but I bet it was some soup thing. I had the salad that was there, and the main course was most likely beef stuff again. I think it was beef wellington. The waiters did the dance again, and then I had the Brie cheese, or maybe I didn't have dessert. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably could have guessed, next I went to the dance. By then I started to get into dancing, and in the middle of it I started to have fun with it. Near the end some older girls wanted me to dance with them, but it was like only for a minute, and they probably do it to everyone. I actually was sad when the dance ended, since I was still worked up. I don't remember any shuffleboard that day, but I think I also skipped Showtime, since I met my mom halfway and she said it wasn't anything good. I talked to Zach instead, and went to a thing for teens at midnight, where I played video games and such. After it I left to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day were were in Tortola, a British Virgin Island. I went on a tour with the family, and we got to snorkel, so I had a good time. When we got back I showered, and then wandered around looking at lounges. I found Zach while doing so, and we hung out. Actually, I don't remember it, since it was the afternoon, but I'm pretty sure that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was after that. I had udon noodles for starter, I think. I got a salad, and then had some beef thing. I might have had the beef wellington on that day instead. For dessert I probably had the Brie cheese instead of the night before. My memory isn't really working too good right now. I remember that when I had the cheese I also had this Chestnut Napolean thing, which was like chocolate mousse with a flakey crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't feel like finishing this at the moment, so you'll have to wait till I give you part II of my confessions. Peace *out*</content>
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    <title>A sort  of synopsis, if you will</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T22:25:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T22:25:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, here's how yesterday and today so far went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up early so I could get to my summer camp on time. It was pretty fun there, and we swam and played games, stuff like that. But what I remember the most is how one girl there was talking about a sixsome, and she was like ten years old. Maybe I should buy some birth control pill stocks, or something, because I think they will be bought a lot more in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, we ate dinner, and then I watched Meet The Parents, which was good. I was feeling sick with my asthma, so I went to bed, and didn't go to summer camp today. I mostly slept, then made some biscuits and microwaved some leftovers for lunch. I spent the rest of the day on AIM and sometimes sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. I'm still sick, but I think I'm getting better. Hopefully I won't have to go to the hospital, like last time. But maybe if AFTER the cruise I'm going on I get sick again, I'm sure the hospital wouldn't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of things to talk about in this journal thing, and that's really too bad, since it isn't very long. Oh, now I know what I can talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been wanting to talk to Krissie. Not to beg for her back or something, but just to apologize for all the things I've done. However, I have a feeling it'll just be one of those things when I finally get a chance, and I'm just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for this synopsis, so I shall "let it burn," whatever that means. Buhbyez</content>
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    <title>My Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day(that's the title of a book)</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T02:32:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T02:32:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today wasn't exactly a blast. I woke up with memories of the dream I had, which had Krissie in it. Then I went to the tv to watch VH1's Top 20 Video Countdown, while I got a headache. When I was done with the tv, I went back to bed, and got all cranky and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I went to the basement, and watched some anime and Liar Liar, which I had on tape. It made me feel better, and after it, I went for a walk, and I had time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly just watched the tv and occasionally went online. I'm also drinking soda again, although I hope I can stop again. Drinking so much soda isn't very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've told you about my day, I might as well tell you other things. Next week I am leaving for an 8 day cruise around Puerto Rico. I hope I meet some interesting people, although it's always other people who seem to have luck with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, recently I've been having a sore throat or something like that. It started Thursday night or something, and it's still going. I hope it stops soon. My eye itches, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been into romance lately. I wanted to write a love story, although I can't get past the third page, since it's set in war and I know nothing about how life was in fronts and stuff. I also want to see The Notebook, and if that isn't romance, I'm not sure what is. Pretty soon you'll be seeing me wearing Titanic shirts or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all for now, so I'm ending this entry with a bang. BANG!</content>
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    <title>My Entries: Back by popular demand</title>
    <published>2004-06-14T23:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-14T23:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, you heard me. There's a NEW ENTRY. YAY. I can tell you are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had the dance on Friday. Even though it's all important and stuff, I won't talk about it here, since a certain SOMEONE had to make me depressed and stuff during it. Darn those slow dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a pretty boring day. In English, we were watching this Good Night, Mr. Tom movie, and it was pretty bad. The mom was incredibly scary, and at the end, Willie kept on going, "Yay" like he had no emotion but still was having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SS, Mrs. Potter wasn't there, and she actually gave us work to do. There are 3 more days left of school, the grades are already handed in, and she thinks it's a good idea to give work. No WONDER she's a G&amp;T teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Home Ec, where we made this pudding pie, had lunch and such, and then Bio. In bio, this really bad video was playing, but we also got to play games. However, I chose to talk with(annoy) the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Study, but we were quickly called down to wait, bored, while they made us line up in alphabetical order(they called in rehearsing). Then we went to Spanish, where we practically did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home, called a CERTAIN SOMEONE, called Fred, called the CERTAIN SOMEONE again, then Fred called me, then he called me again, then I left to the tennis court. I got there 10 or so minutes early, so I decided to be all dramatic and go to my friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, I was 30 minutes late, but I was lucky, because Fred, who I was playing tennis with, had just pulled in. So then we played, but it was SO HOT, so I went to the library and bought two books and some iced tea. Then we played some more, annoyed some people, and then I left. Going home took 30 minutes, UPHILL. I'm still tired from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much my day. I also want my yearbook, but I'll probably get it tomorrow, so no need to rant about. That means I'm done here. Bye bye, au revior, adieu, ta ta, zai jian, ja ne, hasta la vista, LEAVE...go</content>
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    <title>Another thing</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T23:16:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T23:16:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today was a blast(of boringness). And to you anxious fans, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, went to sleep, woke up, slept, repeated like 5 times, ate breakfast, chased the bus, went to school, did stuff, came back from school, did more stuff, played guitar, went for a walk/run, did more stuff, and right now I'm typing on my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sort of interesting note is that Lauren Heavner kept on trying me to go out with my friend. It's all very strange when things are like that, especially when they keep on telling you to do that. It's almost annoying, but I guess not at the same time. Where am I? I'm confused.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've regained some sense, so I shall talk about something else. Well, I'm out of stuff, so I shall go. Bye</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mongo_maniac1:1397</id>
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    <title>my life in a nutshell</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T01:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T01:09:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, here's the "buzz": I've realized the world is even more corrupt and such than I thought. Imagine, we have our constitution and stuff, but does that do any good? We still have racism, sexism, bigotry, all this stuff that we aren't supposed to have in "America: Land of the Free." Meanwhile, in other countries people are being blown up, abused, treated with cruelty, making their life almost like torture. It's hard to swallow unless you choose to ignore it. Now, on to other notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that Bio finals are extremely hard. I hope my 5 points of extra credit can get me at least a high B, if not an A. And I also have Spanish finals tomorrow. I wouldn't be worried if I had Braunstein, but NO, the guidance dudes(and dudettes) must give me CASTRO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to tell the reader about MY view on relationships(mine only, probably). Well, you start out all happy and excited, with fantasies of a first kiss or something. Then the first date comes, and it's good. Second date, third, whatever. And you might get some things you want. First kiss, second base, whatever you get. Then there's a break up, for some reason you may not even have been aware of. Then you could try to get them back or just accept it. And there's depression, sadness, junk like that. Then there's the uncomfortable junk. You can't be friends, yet you aren't hated, perse. So it's all awkward, expecially when the teacher makes you partners on something, or junk like that. Even though all this happened, you still get in more relationships later. That's my synopsis. As you can see, you single people are pretty lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I would like to talk about: friends of the opposite gender. It's like you can't do ANYTHING with them without people thinking it's a date. Try going to the movies with a girl who's your friend, and all of the sudden it's, "You going out?" and, "How cute." Either that, or you're metrosexual/gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's enough ranting and stuff for today. Oh, and if you read this looking for something interesting, sorry if I bored you. Now I shall go do something. Ta ta, au revior, whatever</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mongo_maniac1:1136</id>
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    <title>well, here's a little synopsis of the past day or so</title>
    <published>2004-06-06T01:16:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-06T01:16:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I'm sure you are(not) just DYING to know my day, so I shall be quick to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at like 8:47 so I could watch VH1's Top 20 Video Countdown for the I Miss You music video, but it didn't show, so I was disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast consisted of leftover KFC, and after that I studied for my Chinese school(which I don't like too much) final, and waited online for someone to go online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch like 3 hours after, and then studied and went online some more. Then we went shopping for food and such, and then my sister and I were dropped off at the Chinese school, where I took the final. I think I did good on it, since I memorized most of the study guide. During the test, though, I kept on getting all of these dramatic ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished the final, I got my sister and we went to my mom's car, and then all three of us came back home. When I got back, I studied for the Bio final while being online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I had dinner, then resumed my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figured out something today. I was just wondering what I really want from Krissie, or from anybody, and I guess I just want to be a part of their lives. I guess it doesn't matter if they hate me or love me(I prefer this, though), as long as I'm a part of something. I guess that's why I find it hard to cope when people I used to be so important to just ignore me and pretend I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it, so I shall leave you faithful readers. Ta ta</content>
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    <title>Some stuff to keep you busy</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T23:19:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T23:19:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today was fun(i.e. it wasn't, but I don't want you to know that(darn, I told you(darn))). I woke up today, went back to sleep, woke up again, and hurridly went to do my morning junk. Then I went on the bus, got to school, did some junk, went to gym, went to English, went to Math(Mark wasn't there, so it wasn't too interesting), went to SS and showed my Aztec mask thingy, and made my way to Home Ec(arrived late, since I had to find my gym clothes that I left in English).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out for recess, which was mostly me just talking to Joe while other people were around. Meanwhile, Fred was asking Krissie all these questions and stuff about why she doesn't like me and why Amy hates me. Oh, guess who hates me. AMMMMYYYYY. I'm sure you knew that before, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch, and then Bio. We did this review thing, and I scored like 4 points or something. But then I just stopped getting points. That's probably because, with there being no busy work and stuff, I had time to think, and I got all depressed about things and stuff. I'm sure you don't want to hear about them, though, so I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I just realized that in Study Hall there was even more depression and stuff, so I shall just skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Spanish, with Castro(really bad teacher). She picked me once while I wasn't paying attention, but I guess it wasn't so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rode the bus back, watched a show I recorded on the VCR. Then, when I finally got on the comp, barely anyone was on, so I started to rewrite this story I thought of like last year. I guess what made me start it again was the fact that I started it while I was with Krissie, and now I guess I just feel like I need to finish it. Now that I think about it, I also almost finished reading The Horse Whisperer, except for the stuff that was ripped out by a certain someone, and then I threw it away. But that's enough talk about my ex. *Sigh* I'm so obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had KFC for dinner today. 'Twas good, but now that I'm full of it, I don't want to think about eating any more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's my day today. Oh, and I didn't do an entry for the last two days, but I won't add something for them, so I guess you will never know what happened during them(although I don't think you would care). So, thank you for reading while I bored you with my day, and I bid you adieu</content>
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    <title>Daily Stuffz</title>
    <published>2004-06-01T23:53:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-01T23:53:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My my, today was a grand old day, and I'm bet you are just ANXIOUS to hear about it, aren't you? You know you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up, ate some cereal, got to the bus, did some stuff, learned junk, made some stuff in Home Ec., did more stuff, had an afternoon homeroom(where I waved to Cindy), and then the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked with Mark to his house, which took like 15 minutes, and there I learned the E scale for guitar. Also, we took more pics, so certain people who I met online shall know what I look like in the near future, hopefully. Then I left after showing him my mad(bad) skateboarding skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and made this makeshift cardboard poster for an SS project. *Sigh* Mrs. Potter can make the Aztecs seem so boring. Stupid SS project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now I am listening to Nirvana, a good grunge band with a suicidal lead singer(no, I don't need a child study team). I just hope my Windows Media player doesn't decide to make me angry. Don't you think my journal is interesting so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall take this time to tell you my extreme dislike of mosquitoes. What are the use of them? They have disease, bite you, make you itch, and pester and pester. Why can't we make them extinct, along with flies and fleas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have taken up enough of your time, but before I go, a little poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you smell like poo?&lt;br /&gt;Your dog smells, too.&lt;br /&gt;Get away, you foo'.&lt;br /&gt;BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love it. Bye bye now......LEAVE. *peace out*</content>
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    <title>my day</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T23:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T23:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello, person who actually cared enough to visit my live journal. Now that you're hear, I shall rant about my day and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't that interesting, even though there wasn't school. I woke up, checked the tv, jogged, stuff like that. And most of my day was on AIM, waiting for some friends to go online so I could chat with them about junk. OOOh, and I played some piano. Very interesting, eh? I hope you didn't leave yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just traded in my change for $11, so maybe I'll have enough money to see another movie. Or I could save it, although I was never really too good at doing that. I'll probably end up blowing it all on books. Yes, you read right, I read, for FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, more topics to talk about. Oh, I'm going to Mark's house tomorrow, and I hope I will get some scales or something for the guitar. Or at least learn a new song or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should write a poem soon, but inspiration must come to me, so I will wait for an idea. Till then, I am ending this journal thingy. See you next time(I hope).</content>
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