﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>llStaCy27ll's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from llStaCy27ll</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll</link></image><item><title>Football</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/669770060/football.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/669770060/football.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 16:35:14 GMT</pubDate><description>So I got to watch the preseason game yesterday between the Panthers
&amp;amp; the Colts. I only made it to watch from the 4th quarter through
OT. It made me realize how much I miss watching football. It pulls alot
of emotions out of you~ at least it does me haha It's almost
therapeutic screaming and cheering at the tv screen with a mouthful of
food. LOL especially yesterdayyy when they missed not one but TWO field
goal kicks!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/surprised.gif"&gt; The first one never even made it to the kicker and it was during the LAST second!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/annoyed.gif"&gt; Guess it's okay, it's the first preseason game. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why does this football talk even matter to me? Cuz I've been out of the football loop for a while due to nursing school~!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/moody.gif"&gt;
And also because the Panthers weren't so hot these past few seasons. I
hope they've got game this time around and I propose that since I only
have a semester left of school I'll get to watching it more! Yay! Who's
excited for the season?! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font f..="" color="#1daff8" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/669770060/football.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, June 30, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/664051600/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/664051600/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:51:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span&gt;What if you found out something you weren't suppose to and strongly disagreed with it, do you:&lt;br&gt;A. Confront the person&lt;br&gt;B. Tell someone else&lt;br&gt;C. Ignore it&lt;br&gt;ARRRGHH!!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;;; I hate it!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time for a new life. Oh! and MN here I come~!! in a couple days ^^;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/664051600/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 26, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/658778354/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/658778354/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 21:38:01 GMT</pubDate><description>Growing up sucks, there's so much to lose and somehow you become a role model. So many things are expected of you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As a kid when you fall there's someone there to give you a bandaid and a kiss to make it all better. &lt;br&gt;As you grow there's no one there that'll do that for you. You have to learn to get up on your own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My years of being a kid has long gone. There's no one there to count on that'll give me that band aid and kiss. How sad...I was pushed to grow up faster than I wanted to and now I pay the price of a childhood lost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/658778354/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, May 24, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/658451678/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/658451678/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 16:25:10 GMT</pubDate><description>*sighs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It seems like I can't count on anyone and there's no one to turn to.&lt;br&gt;Gotta do it then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/658451678/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, May 08, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/655989353/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/655989353/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 14:33:05 GMT</pubDate><description>Eliot Yasmin's Wait for Me and S Club 7's Never had a dream come true kinda sound similar. I'm suppose to be studying for my FINAL exam right now but instead I'm writing on xanga about my amazing discovery of songs that sound similar to me.&lt;br&gt;I guess I just love wasting time. Don't you? ^^; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so excited about summer finally being here though I have no plans. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;; However, I'll definitely go job searching soon enough -- this bum needs $$$$!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OKAY!! BACK TO STUDYING.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/655989353/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, May 07, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/655695239/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/655695239/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 03:47:07 GMT</pubDate><description>Sometimes I miss the person I used to be and wonder if I'm happy being the person I've become. Or if I've changed any at all *sighs* I'm so internally confused over nothing. I feel like I'm stuck in one place and I'm not going anywhere. Time to pick up my feet and take my baby steps I suppose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img title="noname" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x4f.xanga.com/9c4c657427335187676705/z144170277.jpg" height="320"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/655695239/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 21, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/653194437/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/653194437/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 03:02:36 GMT</pubDate><description>I miss having a camera~ I used to take so many pictures of the life that goes on around me. Now I have my phone but it's just not the same *sighs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Something I found and thought was cute....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#9829; As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't
suppose to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart
broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll
break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll
fight with your best friend. You'll cry because time is passing too
fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many
pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt. Find
someone who calls you beautiful instead of hot; who calls you back when
you hang up on them; who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait
for the one who kisses your forehead; who wants to show you off to the
world when you are in your sweats; who holds your hand in front of
their friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how
much they care about you and how lucky they are to have you. Wait for
the one who turns to their friends and says "Thats her." &amp;#9829;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#9829; wait for.... &amp;#9829;&lt;br&gt;Wait for the boy who will drop everything for you at any time of the day just to see you.&lt;br&gt;Wait for the boy that will make an ordinary moment seem magical.&lt;br&gt;Wait for the boy that you can't help but smile when you see, and when he smiles, you know he needs you.&lt;br&gt;Wait for the boy who will be your best friend.&lt;br&gt;Wait for the boy who will put you in the center of the universe, because he is obviously the center of yours&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font f..="" color="#1daff8" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/653194437/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 17, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/652542528/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/652542528/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 03:35:36 GMT</pubDate><description>I think I have officially gone crazy...&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font f..="" color="#1daff8" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 102px; height: 54px;" src="http://img7.photobucket.com/albums/v18/llstacy27ll/stace.jpg" height="108" width="175"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/652542528/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 08, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/651071468/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/llStaCy27ll/651071468/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:28:57 GMT</pubDate><description>Okay, this might sound weird but I have to say it. I think pregnant women have such pretty bellys! It's round and big and you know there's a kid within it. Too bad my belly's just as big but with only fat/food/whoknowswhatelse within. ^^;; That'll be the weirdest thing I say....for now! =P Shhhh don't tell anyone I said this. It'll be our little secret. =P&lt;br&gt;
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