<?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-3289047</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:48:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JoUrNaL</title><subtitle type='html'>fLirTaTiOuS... tHaTz mEeH...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289047.post-83225029</id><published>2002-10-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T14:02:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.. i havent written in this thing in forever.. homecoming week was busie as hell.. at least our deli sandwiches and ice cream sundaes sold out! yay! arent you proud jenna?.. ive been too yoor house everyday since wednesday.. haha.. you noe that? and the football game last nite was fun too! we slaughtered them... 65 to 0.. haha.. anyways.. tell me why i was up in my lil wife beater.. and this gurl juss comes up to me and says.. that is not cute you need to cover yoorself.. UGH! ppl dese days juss need to stop starting shiet.. haha.. its nawt like i care anyways... tell me why there were NO CUTE GUYS there!!!!! and ppl swear like milikan has a bunch of cute guys.. where were they?.. hehe. but yah.. i took  the PSAT today.. it was at 8.. and i didnt wake up till 7:30.. haha.. i had to run out of the house.. and it was soooo boring.. then i went to tommys wit araceli and juleng.. then i went to jennas house.. then my mom picked me up.. and now.. im home.. talkin to john.. haha..i wanna go out today.. but then theres no where to go.. too much of a hassle... ill juss stay home and clean.. and sleep.. hehe.. well.. im out.. *muahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traycee&lt;br /&gt;1o19o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: hmmm.. i ono.. &lt;br /&gt;mood: bored... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-83225029?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/83225029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/83225029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83225029' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-82662077</id><published>2002-10-07T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T17:11:35.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. well...itz monday!.. ugh.. that means four whole days of school left.. and a grip of homework.. damn it.. my head hertz like hell.. i needa get more sleep.. imma tayke a nap.. *muahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;1oo7o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: the game of love~ michelle branch n santana&lt;br /&gt;mood: headache.. (is that a mood?..hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-82662077?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/82662077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/82662077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82662077' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-82389972</id><published>2002-10-01T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T17:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyloz!.. havent written in this thing in a while.. lifes been boring.. haha.. today was a minimum day.. and i stayed home! haha.. what a waste, its kai.. i guess theres thursday too. how come when you think that you've found the rite person, they end up screwing you over? (okai, not like that..) nothing works unless yoor willing to try.. guess you weren't willing to.. wutever.. itz over now.. no more worries.. im out.. *muahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;1oo1o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment~ happie: ashanti&lt;br /&gt;mood: smiling.. (lifes good.. hehe) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-82389972?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/82389972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/82389972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82389972' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-82017411</id><published>2002-09-23T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T17:10:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. im so glad schools over.. you noe those days where it seems like you've been in school forever? thats how i felt.. ugh.. i hate mondays.. i looked like shit today.. and i felt like it too.. *sigh* hopefully tomorrows going to be better.. anyways.. my birthdays on wednesday.. yay!.. im turning fifteen.. FINALLY.. haha.. anyways.. gotta type this essay... *muahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;o9o23o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment~ love at first sight: kylie minogue&lt;br /&gt;mood: blah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-82017411?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/82017411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/82017411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82017411' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-81795278</id><published>2002-09-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T16:43:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. you know that weird feeling you get when you think something's wrong...?.. UGH!!!!!! I HATE IT!.. i dont feel good... *SIGH* imma go now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;o9o18o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment~ i miss you so much: TLC&lt;br /&gt;mood: upset..... *SIGH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-81795278?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81795278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81795278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81795278' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-81579014</id><published>2002-09-13T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T19:13:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there!.. yay! its the weekend.. haha... that was one LONG week... im soo glad its over.. haha... oh yah.. my birthdays coming up (hint hint.. to all my friends.. haha... you guys should already know anyways..) but yah.. i wanna watch "sweet home alabama" it looks soo cute.. hehe.. anyways.. im STILL reading plays.. blah.. and i have to find a monologue by monday!.. i havent even found one that i like yet.. *sigh*.. but yah.. too much work to do as usual.. and i havent even talked to my babe today :(.. awwh.. i miss you babe!...  well, gotta go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;o9o13o2 (oh no, its friday the 13th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment~ hmm.. im not listening to anything rite now&lt;br /&gt;mood~ missing my babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-81579014?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81579014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81579014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81579014' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-81428493</id><published>2002-09-10T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T17:14:28.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! ugh.. i hate school... well.. homework.. haha.. too much to do... and not enough time to do it.... and here i am.. writing in this thing when im supposed to be doin homework.. smart huh??? hehe.. well thats tracey for you.. but yah.. im supposed to be doing global econ. work... and reading this one play for drama.. it called "a piece of my heart".. hehe... im such a sap.. but its not even like romantic or anything.. so yah.... you noe wuts romantic? well who.. i mean.. my boyfriend.. hehe...(i luv yah babe!) i wanted to tell everyone.. cuz im a dork like that but yah.. since im bored im just going to ramble on and on bout basically nothing... haha.. just changed my mind.. i really have to get to my homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;o91oo2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment: a moment like this (hehe)~ kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;mood: missing a certain someone.. hehe... and oh yah, im bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-81428493?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81428493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81428493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81428493' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-81296112</id><published>2002-09-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T18:01:21.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyloz...! noe that song "all tied up in you" by coco lee? its goes..... "cuz i cant think, and i cant eat, its 3 in the morning and i cant even sleep, cuz im all tied up in you, and i dont know what to do, sometimes i cant think, sometimes i can speak, its a crying shame what you've done to me, cuz im all tied up in you, im all tied up in you.." i never thought i that i could feel this way bout someone.. but i do!!.. ohmigosh.. im going crazy.. hehe.. a good crazy i think.. well, im sooo glad it saturday.. im sick of skewl already.. ugh! and its only been three days.. haha.. well, imma go now.. *muahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traycee&lt;br /&gt;o9o7o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment: all tied up in you~ coco lee&lt;br /&gt;mood: missin you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-81296112?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81296112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81296112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81296112' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-81211653</id><published>2002-09-05T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T17:15:34.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there ppl! i havent written in this thing in forever.. haha.. im lazy.. anyways.. my summer was fun!.. hehe... i went to sacramento.. that was kinda boring though.. but anyways... i went to canada with myshel.. that was fun..i went camping!!!!! ohmigosh.. i couldnt believe it either..all those bugs.. and all that dirt..  hehe..  but yah... we met bunch of new ppl.. awwh.. i miss you guys soo much already.. especially you, will.. cant get my mind off you.. missing you like crazy... cant wait till i see u again.. &lt;br /&gt;tracey&lt;br /&gt;o9o5o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the moment: long distance love ~ tamia&lt;br /&gt;mood: missing someone like crazy.. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-81211653?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81211653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/81211653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81211653' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-78487507</id><published>2002-07-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T18:37:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyloz... i havent wrote in here in forever. i had a dramatic week. damn, you noe wut annoys me? people that claim that they yoor friend and when worse comes to worse they arent even there when you need them. damn i guess i noe who my &lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/b&gt; friends are now. and you noe those people that wanna start shit ovah nothing. ugh, isnt it funnie how one person &lt;b&gt;used&lt;/b&gt; to be yoor best friend in the whole world can turn their backs on you and become one of yoor enemies.. people dese dais man... yooh tri so hard to be there for someone when they need yooh but guess wut when yooh need them they arent there.... guess i need to look for some better friend.. {no offense to yooh guys that alreadee are... i still lubb yah} yah, other than that summer's been tiring.... yesh.. tennis.. but yah.. its fun in some ways... anyways.. im hungry.. &lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o7o2o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: DiLeMmA~ NeLLy n KeLLy rOwLaNd&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: uGh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-78487507?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/78487507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/78487507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78487507' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-78080344</id><published>2002-06-22T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T18:25:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there... wow, my first week of summer vacation was tiring.. who knew that tennis required soo much work and skill... hehe..... itz otays i hab salina to keep me company.. anyways... im soo bored right now.. got home from looking at houses.... ugh!!!! if i have to move to cerritos imma die... well, guess that's all for now.. bout to go watch a movie...&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o6o22o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: dOwN fOe yOoH~ jA RuLe n aShAnTi&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: bOrEd! *SiGh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-78080344?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/78080344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/78080344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78080344' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-77586428</id><published>2002-06-10T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T16:54:46.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyloz! *sigh* finals are this week.. todais finals were fun though. hehe... chinese and drama.. yay! im going to hughes' graduation on thursday.. see awh my little friends again.. anyways.. the lakers won yesterdai.. again! imma go to the parade.. hehe.. well gotta study foe finals.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o6o1oo2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: LeAviNg~ aShAnTi f/ Ja RuLe&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: sTrEsSeD oUt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-77586428?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77586428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77586428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77586428' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-77357727</id><published>2002-06-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T19:49:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey theres... !! yay!!! lakers won the western conference finals... awh those people saying that they counldnt win.. they did!! three-peat.. hehe.. anyways... on to my eventful {haha.. rite..} day. *sigh* JOHN!! ugh... thanxx foe making me feel soooooo much better...{thats sarcastic.. juss to let yooh noe...} yooh are soo nice.. and wut yoor doing ish wrong... very..... juvie how bout that party huh? single guis onlee... and us? haha...imagine.. us wit a houseful of single guis... that would be fun.. huh? well anyways.. soo much homework to do.. dont the teachers realize that we're already in summer mode.... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o6o4o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt:iT hUrTs wHeN~ cHriStiNa MiLaN&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: tHiNkiN... tOo mUcH..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-77357727?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77357727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77357727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77357727' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-77121125</id><published>2002-05-29T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T19:42:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! ugh.. lakers lost last nite.. sigh.. itz otay though they should have won becuz that elf looking bobby jackson gui fouled kobe on the last shot.. he would hab made it you noe..anywayz.. skewl wuz sooo boring todai.. thanxx tooh some gurl who ditched me and decided not to come to skewl.. no wun to keep me company in history.. haha... itz otays.. but yah.. well gotz lotz of homework tooh doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o5o29o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: LeAviNg~ aShAnTi&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: bOrEd.. aGaiN!... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-77121125?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77121125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77121125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77121125' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-77086637</id><published>2002-05-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T18:47:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyloz! yay! lakers are leading... yesh.. its onlee first quarter and they're only up by seven.. haha.. but itz otay.. theyre going to win. deng wuts up wit shaq, kobe, and fisher... and their two fouls each??? anywayz.. juvie, juvie, juvie...*sigh* causing drama foe yoorself.. but itz otayz though.. itz nawt lyke yooh meant foe it tooh happen.. rite? yooh dydnt want tooh fall foe his tricks... yah, i wuz thinkin {thanxx tooh vince and yesh.. i think bout things} why ish it that when yooh dont hab tooh chase after somewun.. yooh dont reallee want them? i mean, iv yooh lyke somewun and they lyke yooh.... why dooh yooh lose yoor interest in them sometimez?...and i gess the "rite" wun doesnt juss appear... anywayz tooh much thinkin maykes yoor head hert.. yay! skewls almost over.. onlee eleven dais left.. jenny.. we styll hab too go get rackets and kute tennis clothes.. yah? welps.. gotta watch the lakers game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o5o28o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: MoViEs~ aShAnTi&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: BoReD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-77086637?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77086637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/77086637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77086637' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-76942919</id><published>2002-05-24T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T17:10:57.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there! damn i havent written in this sheit in sooo long. well guess i juss been lazy.. mah lyfe's been hella boring same old shiet. nothing interesting evah happens haha... but i still need a person.. yups.. but they are so damn hard to find. awh these people hab alreadee found their special sumbudy.. i gess that mynes juss hiding somewhere. am i scaring him..? haha.. YaY! skewl ish almost ovah i kant wait.. but then i have to go back lyke three dais after its ovah for the tennis thingy.. oh wells.. at least i hab something to do then. and why are the teachers giving us soo much homework.. oh yah.. JUVIE.. stop acting so asinine.. it isnt me... its yooh! haha. but its okais.. i still lub yah... and "abberations" ish kyoote... that fits us perfectlee huh? welps, im out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o5o24o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: bEtWeEn mEeH n yOoH~Ja RuLe f/ ChRiStiNa MiLaN&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: hApPiE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-76942919?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/76942919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/76942919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76942919' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-9827160</id><published>2002-02-17T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-17T15:24:48.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there! ugh, im soo fucking pissed off still. i cant stand her! i noe i shouldnt mayke a big deal out of it but i cant stand it really... "so now you wanna talk" ugh fuck it, i noe i shouldnt have even bothered wanting to make up. of kourse i should of known wut kind of person she ish. she jess thinks that shes too gewd foe meeh and she thinks that she can take **** away from meeh. UGH!!!! but its otays cuz shes stupyd.. haha i keep saying dat...why ish it pissing me off so bad? well anyways, to the happier things im on the honor roll! haha....wow huh? i still want a boifrend but boys are trouble... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o2o17o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: iTs oVaH nOw~ 112&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: fEeLiN' BeTtAh...i GuEsS.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-9827160?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9827160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9827160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9827160' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-9741206</id><published>2002-02-14T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T17:59:35.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentines day!!!!!!!!!!!! too bad i dont have that special someone huh? oh wells i have my babygurl jenny...{hehe...its otay charlie...dont be too jealous} well anyways im feel lonely..hehe. well guess wut? i hate ppl that talk shit....ugh..dont they have a life? they onlee hatin cuz they jealous...{not to be concieted} well anyways imma go now... dont feel like saying much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o2o14o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: CaRaMeL~ CiTy HiGh N eVe&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: PiSsEd oFf!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-9741206?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9741206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9741206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9741206' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-9567192</id><published>2002-02-09T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T21:22:15.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiyee there! well i havent wrote in this thing for a long ass time huh? well, theres sooooooo much crap going on. meeh and sudana arent even talking rite now.....ppl jess gotta mayke a big deal bouts everything huh? i mean goshness, i cant even stand it rite now. our frendships been so stupid this year... i wonder wut happened. we just grew apart i guess {geez, im talking bout this like we just broke up...} but i dunno if i could ever talk to her again. its for both of our goods becuz when you try to mend something that wasnt good in the first place, you end up more hurt then you were in the first place. thats why i want to leave all this shit alone. maybe were better off like this. ugh, its more weight off my shoulders. ohh, and all this ***** shit, i guess he turn out to be an ass jess like all the other boys i fall for...man when am i going to find someone thats not like that? i always seem to fall for athletic jerks, haha. and i noe i shouldnt fall for them but i cant control my feelings for them can i now? but then when i do seem to fall for a good guy, i never want them and i ruin the thing we had. ********sigh******* wut am i going to do....??? oh, and valentines ish coming up too..but oh wells i guess i dont really need a guy to make me happy. but it would help. and geez allison, now **** thinks that i like him...look wut you did babes! but its otay...hes cute and i still luv yah... well i gotta bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o2o9o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: PaiN iSh LuV~ Ja RuLe&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: hMmM....uNdEsCriBaBLe...{i tHiNk iM cOnFuSeD}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-9567192?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9567192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9567192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9567192' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-9143912</id><published>2002-01-28T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T18:37:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! wow, im soooo glad finals are over wit! yay! hehe... anyways, im so bored{as always} but it monday, i dont wanna go out. im glad i dont have to worry bouts sweethearts anymore...im not going...jennio gave me a better thing to do on dat day. anyways, hmm....yay for sudana, damn gurl, you gots two now..hehe. im jealous. i want a boyfriend... i dont care bout all that independent crap...its just that when im wit someone i feel much more...ummm...wuts dat word..special? hmm..maybe...but anyways boys suxx you want someone to be wit but you noe wut you get in return? a broken heart...ugh...maybe thats not tru wit all boys. and ugh, valentines ish in two weeks....no valentine...sniff sniff....its otay...i guess. well imma bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o1o28o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: mY KiNd oF GurL~ BriAn McKniGhT&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: HaPpY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-9143912?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9143912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/9143912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9143912' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-8988065</id><published>2002-01-23T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T18:32:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there! i had finals today they werent so bad. maybe cuz i only had drama and chinese. but the drama final was fun... in a way. i had so much time after the finals i read "a walk to remember" it is sooooo sad.. i cried..but anyways sweethearts ish coming up.... but i realized that i that i probablee dont wanna go wit..... cuz i dunnoe... i dont even noe if i still like him anymore. mixed feelings i guess. i mean hes sweet, nice, athletic, but i dont think i like his personality sometimes. when were alone hes the sweetest.. but when there are other people around then he just acts like we dont have anything. i dunnoe a lot of guys are like that but i guess i dont want that. so...yah. i guess thats it...&lt;br /&gt;tRaYcEe&lt;br /&gt;o1o23o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: wOrLdS GrEaTeSt~ r KeLLy&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: CoNFuSeD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-8988065?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/8988065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/8988065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8988065' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-8860247</id><published>2002-01-19T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T20:10:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiyee! im soo bored! damn, i didnt so anything today. well i went to the dentist and town center. all i bought was a shirt and a pair of pants. i should go somewhere, but theres nowhere to go. well i think i might go to myshel's{my cousin} house. im talking to secret agent fruit loops{only special people noe who that ish} rite now. she's telling me that i should go to sweetheart wit ..... but i dunnoes... well imma bounce&lt;br /&gt;TrAyCeE&lt;br /&gt;o1o19o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: OnE iN a MiLLiOn~ AaLiYah&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: bOrEd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-8860247?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/8860247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/8860247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8860247' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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-3289047.post-8834317</id><published>2002-01-18T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T19:53:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! well sweethearts is coming up and i really want to go. but guess wut, i have no one to go with. i mean i cant go to sweethearts without a sweetheart can i? i mean of course i can but i dont want to. i want to go wit this one person {you noe who it is, if you dont then oh well} i dunnoes though. ugh, and finals is next week. how am i supposed to study for all those things. too much stuff to remember: theorems, proofs, industrial revolutions, spinning jennies, great expectations stuffs, and all that marketing stuff. i hope i have enough brain space to member it all. and vinces and juvies bdays are coming up...hmm...wut do i get them???? well i guess i have to think of something.. dont i?? well thats it for now....&lt;br /&gt;tRaYCeE&lt;br /&gt;o1o18o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOnG oF tHe MoMeNt: tHaTs wHeRe YoU TaKe mEeH~ bRiTnEy SpEaRs&lt;br /&gt;MoOd: hApPy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289047-8834317?l=traycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/8834317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289047/posts/default/8834317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://traycee.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8834317' title=''/><author><name>Tracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08620509017908579768</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>
