<?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-5567177</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:09.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Music</title><subtitle type='html'>there ain't no other kind of music in the world that gives me quite the thrill...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-111912203247963275</id><published>2005-06-18T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:13:52.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I had forgotten that I had this thing. It's been a long time since I updated... since last time, I graduated high school and am pretty much having the most awesome summer ever. More later. Maybe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/111912203247963275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/111912203247963275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111912203247963275' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-108605752846727040</id><published>2004-05-31T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:38:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at work, I had to work a long shift. Really long. Not one hour, not two hours, not even three, four, or five hours. SIX HOURS. I know, crazy right? Well to begin, it was weird because all these people from my school kept coming in, which is weird, since Apex is like a whole different town. I think they were going camping out at Jordan Lake. Still weird though, because I don't think thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/108605752846727040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/108605752846727040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108605752846727040' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-108329531484449512</id><published>2004-04-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T20:25:01.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so i was thinking today, it dosen't matter if i suck at taking standardized tests right? I have pretty good grades, but more importantly, extra curriculars out the butt. Hopefully i can compensate.Today was pretty good, the stress is starting to kick in with all these exams over the coming weeks. AP's start next, whoa i hope i'm ready.  Well it was kind of a brain hurting day at school, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/108329531484449512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/108329531484449512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108329531484449512' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-108291759268810883</id><published>2004-04-25T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T20:18:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow haven't written in this thing for a long time...Well prom was so awesome, I had such a great time! It was so fun to see everybody all dressed up, we looked so gorgeous! Me and Mark had a lot of fun! Dinner was fun, even though i ordered this mushroom thing and it was $8 and it was so freakin tiny. OH well, the food at prom was really good, except for no one ate it! WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS EAT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/108291759268810883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/108291759268810883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108291759268810883' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107758292240423236</id><published>2004-02-23T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:37:22.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay today I was flipping through the N&amp;O before school and I came across these campaign ads that are SO funny... if you want to look at them they are on 13a and entitled: Ads from gutter desperation. I am posting some of the highlights.By the way, if you are a republican, you may not want to read on.Kerry attack ad:While John Kerry was on active duty in Vietnam, George Bush was MIA (Missing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107758292240423236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107758292240423236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758292240423236' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107698663616834473</id><published>2004-02-16T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:59:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and to add to what I just wrote, I want to include a quote that I just found off of Tori's blog:Sometimes the best place in the world is in a corner where nobody can see you cry.How true it is sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107698663616834473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107698663616834473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698663616834473' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107698647955749455</id><published>2004-02-16T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:56:32.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend I realized something. I realized that the hardest thing in the world is really really liking someone, and then being completely turned down by that same individual. It feels like being punched in the stomach. Hard. All you want to do is cry. But after awhile you just can't anymore because you have to put on a good face for the rest of the world. It's like there are so many tears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107698647955749455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107698647955749455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698647955749455' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107506769742426950</id><published>2004-01-25T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T13:56:28.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh...so sick of winter. i hate cold weather. it's just dreary...snow is fun once a year, but twice is too much. so since i hate the cold so much, i figured i'd list other things i am not so fond of.1)COLD2) mean people3) G.W.4) people who talk about other people behind their back, if you've got something to say to someone, just tell it to their face. (i realize that i myself have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107506769742426950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107506769742426950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107506769742426950' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107310085554572157</id><published>2004-01-02T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T19:35:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah and to all those friends who are still a part of my life, I love you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107310085554572157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107310085554572157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310085554572157' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107310072934884961</id><published>2004-01-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T19:33:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been thinking a lot about old friends. There are all these wonderful people who used to be a part of my life, and things happened and now we hardly see each other or even talk. I hate it because I love these people dearly because they used to be a part of my life that's gone now. I miss them, and it means time is changing. And even it's weird sometimes to run in to people that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107310072934884961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107310072934884961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310072934884961' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107189788847127987</id><published>2003-12-19T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T21:25:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this was the best day ever!exams (well not so great), but starting after that...*got to see jo, amy, and candace: all home from college!*went out with my sisters!!!!!!!! SSS*angelas whole car wreck thing wasn't fun, but we don't count that one*mellow mushroom with chan, candace, and lauren*home for quick dinner*back to raleigh for the most AWESOME party ever!i love my friends!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107189788847127987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107189788847127987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189788847127987' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107180310270032345</id><published>2003-12-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T19:05:56.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was such a fun day. Well, starting like after 1:30...me and my girls went to get food and picked up some broughton boys hahahamemorable quotes:"i like to listen to this station sometimes so i can feel like i'm black""geez she sure dosen't take long""ANGELA! YOU JUST BROKE UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!""hey guys come sit over here!""i like the big one.""guys guys it was totally cool, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107180310270032345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107180310270032345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180310270032345' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107093284697768576</id><published>2003-12-08T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:21:30.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man this really sucks.I am getting sick. For one thing, today during basketball I got that feeling in my chest while I was running sprints. It's hard to describe, you just get this aching pain and it feels sort of like you wanna cough...but you don't. It feels heavy, and it hurts. I never get that while running because I am IN SHAPE.My head has been hurting all day and body just aches.AND I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107093284697768576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107093284697768576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093284697768576' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107085773524662929</id><published>2003-12-07T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T20:29:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's 11:18 on Sunday night...I should totally be sleeping. However, I have an AP US History test tomorrow, so really I should be studying for that. Hm, I also have an Alg II test tomorrow as well...wow and I have no idea on how to complete the square. So I thought to myself, heck with this. Tori tells me to blog, and this is what I do.Today was okay. I went to church this morning as usual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107085773524662929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107085773524662929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085773524662929' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107058665810933772</id><published>2003-12-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:11:38.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! we just put up the christmas tree, this december could be looking up after all.know what i wish?i wish my birthday was in may, or june, or july, or any month except for december. i have to think forward and stock up for the year because i have no other gift giving oppurtunity throughout the year... hah, i sound like a selfish little jerk right now, but i know everyone else who has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107058665810933772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107058665810933772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058665810933772' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-107050373230313790</id><published>2003-12-03T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:09:31.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, because of Tori I am updating my blog. This BEAUTIFUL new blog she designed is soo fabulous! Thanks Tori, you are the woman!Okay so it's been awhile, life kinda was sucking there for a while. Kinda still does. But hey, making the best of the situation is something I have learned to do. And I would also like to say I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS.Thanks for making me smile. ~tori~elaina~ang~sharon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107050373230313790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/107050373230313790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050373230313790' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106955701070717218</id><published>2003-11-22T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T19:10:38.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Threat rating: High. The Bush administration isconcerned that it may not get a second term.Therefore, we are going to change the rules sothat each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2votes because Democrat is a shorter word thanRepublican What threat to the Bush administration are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106955701070717218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106955701070717218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955701070717218' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106841106139341335</id><published>2003-11-09T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T13:01:23.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday night after the dance was the first time in my entire life that I myself had to go to the emergency room. It was there that I realized how messed up our medical system is. I had something lodged in my eye---so I'm sitting there in the empty waiting room except for like two other people at 1am with my dad and finally they call me back. Then the lady sits there and begins asking me questions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106841106139341335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106841106139341335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841106139341335' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106711410360729126</id><published>2003-10-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T13:35:03.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa....all i have to say isROCK ON CROSS COUNTRY! MEN 2NDWOMEN 6THWHAT DO THEY HAVE IN COMMON? STATES BABY!although...just to point this out....it IS another week of running. oh well not so much today but the spaghetti dinner last night was soo fun. some of the finer points:*me becoming an iced tea fountain*emily being a princess*elainas coke machine*elaina and her palace*yelling at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106711410360729126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106711410360729126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711410360729126' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106649400172058387</id><published>2003-10-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T09:20:01.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FALL BREAKSo far...and quoting pal here...it's been an excuse for teachers to give us extra homework. The first two days thats all I did, homework and cleaning. Well, I went to the mall too, that was fun. Friday was SO fun though! First of all I had cross country practice in Durham at the regional course, and that seriously sucked. I know this is bad, but I am not looking forward to regionals </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106649400172058387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106649400172058387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106649400172058387' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106593495775257348</id><published>2003-10-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T22:02:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today got me wondering about the opposite sex, and why they are the way that they are. For one thing, boys are stupid. It's like they have no idea how to act...so they make up for it by being retarded. Seriously, boys need to loosen up and I would say a couple years of cotillion wouldn't hurt either.Secondly, boys are nasty creatures. I'm telling you, the most unpleasant thing in the world is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106593495775257348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106593495775257348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106593495775257348' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106540770007355488</id><published>2003-10-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:34:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey y'all today was a great day for one reason...i have finally found a place to get jeans that are long enough...all you tall people can understand this. yeah, so a lot of places make tall jeans, but after one wash they shrink up just enough that they are too short. it's very irritating actually. but thi sone place, makes EXTRA tall jeans, and they are so long that there is no way they are going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106540770007355488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106540770007355488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106540770007355488' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106531934765058098</id><published>2003-10-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T19:02:27.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was the hagan stone xc race- fun stuff- sort of.lieselotte had the moment of the day: YOU FEBREZED ME!yeah but everything else seems to go wrong...again i find myself not matching the expectations of those around me. i guess i just gotta get used to it.man i can't wait for college...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106531934765058098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106531934765058098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106531934765058098' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106505015236794556</id><published>2003-10-01T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:15:57.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was an interesting day...during xc: "oh my gosh i said the f-word, i said a cuss word, omg i'm going to hell, oh shit i cussed again...OH DAMN i did it again....(The cycle continues lol)"for another thing after xc holland parked her car so i couldn't get out...so went she left i sat on her car so she couldn't drive, except for she did anyway. i fell off the car but hung on to the window</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106505015236794556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106505015236794556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106505015236794556' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106488906022256093</id><published>2003-09-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:31:00.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what sucks? knowing that no matter how hard you try or how much work and effort you put in, you are never going to measure up to the standards of the people around you. you can work your butt off, trying as hard as you can, and be worse at something then someone who barely does any work at all. it's not fair, and sometimes even though you want something really really bad and you work so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106488906022256093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106488906022256093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488906022256093' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106435779094466110</id><published>2003-09-23T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T15:56:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fun day....some of the more memorable moments:env science:ms. nelson: well if you were an ecologist you'd think it was very interestingangela: um, i'm a twelfth gradersome girl at the next table: you're such a niche (this was a HAHA no kind of thing)cross country:speed walking indian style all the way to the capital!!!!! hahahalieselotte: yeah melissas so fat if she was edible we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106435779094466110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106435779094466110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435779094466110' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106402489697721326</id><published>2003-09-19T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T19:28:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh wow this was one of the funniest nights of my life...cross country people rock.*first of all, upon my arrival at hollands house, i was delighted to find that there is an absolutely WONDERFUL picture of my dear holland hanging in her bathroom. in this picture, holland is sporting a somewhat "dutch" look. and oh do i mean dutch...yep, we're talking little dress and apron, white cap, and most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106402489697721326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106402489697721326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402489697721326' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106384874023227005</id><published>2003-09-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T18:32:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was an absolutely gorgeous day, and the fact that we don't have school tomorrow just makes it even better. Today I actually don't think I did too bad on the history test and XC practice was fun...soccer!This is for all RCHS XC People:Spaghetti Dinner this Friday at Lieselottes, bring your bathing suit because it has become a Spaghetti Dinner/Pool Party. But if you have questions call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106384874023227005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106384874023227005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106384874023227005' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106332098162463289</id><published>2003-09-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T15:56:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUNNY QUOTES/STUFF THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK(in environmental science)ms. nelson: you guys know you CAN touch the owl pellets, i swear they won't bitestephanie: yeah i could also go stick my hand in dog crap....(at the xc meet in durham)me: good lord that boy looks goodlieselotte: i knowme: i'm feeling a sudden need to brush up on my math and science skills***elaina and lieselotte </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106332098162463289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106332098162463289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332098162463289' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106314292369479758</id><published>2003-09-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T14:28:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay if y'all wanna hear a sad song this one made me BAWL all the way home from school:Hello God, it's me again. 2:00 a.m., Room 304. Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war.This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night.I'm fighting back the tears as she fights for her life. Well, it must be kind of crowded,On the streets of Heaven.So tell me: what do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106314292369479758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106314292369479758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314292369479758' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106220953100642548</id><published>2003-08-29T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T19:12:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Threat rating: High. The Bush administration isconcerned that it may not get a second term.Therefore, we are going to change the rules sothat each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2votes because Democrat is a shorter word thanRepublican What threat to the Bush administration are you? brought to you by QuizillaHAHA this is the funniest thing ever...thanks tori i got it from your blog....y'all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106220953100642548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106220953100642548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106220953100642548' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106125020014138206</id><published>2003-08-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T16:43:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was the WORST day ever.*i was late to school because the printer wouldn't work and then it would but it was only printing out weird symbols and then the cartridge ran out of ink and i wanted to scream.*my dad got all mad at me because he had to miss his run to help me get the printer to work*i got lunch detention for being late and had to miss half of my junior class officer meeting*i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106125020014138206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106125020014138206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106125020014138206' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106115275636767907</id><published>2003-08-17T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T13:39:16.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CROSS COUNTRY ROCKS! I love everyone on my cross country team, and we did great at the meet yesterday. One particular quote says: Our sport is so tough, it's your sports punishment....and this is so true. Congratulations to my team....we are awesome and the teams that we raced are a lot harder then the other ones we are gonna race because they were all the big public high schools. ELAINA is one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106115275636767907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106115275636767907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106115275636767907' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-106064405385893109</id><published>2003-08-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:21:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhh...today was the first day of school. And I am taking three AP classes...why not just shoot me now? Everyone says that Junior year is really fun, but man my work load is going to be heavy, I can say that right now. My buddy Bethany just about summed it up. She said that Juniors have been in high school longer then everyone else except the seniors, but the seniors have graduation to look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106064405385893109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/106064405385893109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106064405385893109' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-105857783040589839</id><published>2003-07-18T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T13:43:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess you can never know what things are gonna change at the last minute, which is what happened to me last Saturday. Remember how I said I wasn't going to go the nationals with my basketball team? How wrong I was. My dad and I decided that I needed to go. So it was decided that I would be shipped to Orlando on an overnight train. Don't get me wrong...I wanted to go. It would be fun, but at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/105857783040589839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/105857783040589839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105857783040589839' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567177.post-105797670176057975</id><published>2003-07-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T19:27:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I just got back from work and I am exhausted! Man, you never know how big a floor is until you sweep it and mop it! Ahhh well it's all good, it's money! Well I am extremely disappointed that I will not be able to join my basketball team for the nationals in Florida next week. I know they will kick @$$ without me on the bench to cheer them on though! GO FLAMES!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/105797670176057975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5567177/posts/default/105797670176057975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelisssa.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105797670176057975' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15224893781005832733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
