<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7430255881582457836</id><updated>2024-09-05T04:27:16.416-04:00</updated><category term="teen"/><category term="truth"/><category term="college"/><category term="confession"/><category term="fun"/><category term="human feeling"/><category term="loss"/><category term="love"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="mistress"/><category term="religion"/><category term="seniors"/><category term="sex"/><category term="stupidity"/><title type='text'>The Emancipation</title><subtitle type='html'>Being average can be painful; normality is overrated anyway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-8237925044905815647</id><published>2010-07-21T19:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:37:13.855-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confession"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seniors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth"/><title type='text'>College in a Month</title><content type='html'>So beginning of senior year, I was so excited to go to college...Now I&#39;m excited, but I just recieved this $5,900 bill in the mail.  People forget to tell you when you go to college not only do have to prepare mentally, but you have to be prepared, physically (health forms), mentally (stress over the physical), and financially (hence the bill).  FAFSA wasn&#39;t enough you have to back up any claim you make with tax returns and if you have a parent like mine, filling his taxes weren&#39;t a priority so bye bye financial aid, hello big bottom loan with like a 19% interest rate that is subject to change because your once responsible co-signer bails.  But even after all this you are excited as you hope you can defy the workings of Murphy&#39;s Law and find a silver lining to the dark cloud.  You are so wrong as you realize that if you have to take out a loan of this magnitude for the next 8 semesters you will successfully be in debt until 2025 and you might be able to start paying it off.  The your college of choice has the audacity to as you for more non-existent money and tell you that they are messing your tetanus shot. On top of all this whoop la YOU ARE STILL EXCITED! SO WHAT YOU WILL HAVE TO FILE BANKRUPTCY BEFORE YOU FULLY UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS COLLEGE WILL BE A BLAST:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could redo the situation you would definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Convince your Dad that filing his taxes ARE IMPORTANT&lt;br /&gt;*Look up more scholarships&lt;br /&gt;*Pick a less expensive college&lt;br /&gt;*Wish you had worked harder in high school for an academic break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT COLLEGE BETTER BE WORTH IT!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8237925044905815647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/8237925044905815647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/8237925044905815647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/8237925044905815647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2010/07/college-in-month.html' title='College in a Month'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-7297749048051710036</id><published>2010-05-21T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:21:38.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;I forgot I even had a blog.  I started this blog at a time when I was very emotional and dealing with a whole bunch of crap.  Yep I said the C word.  I had drama at home, a boy who went from loving me to playing me, and my interest in school was right below non existent. I now know I have grown, considerably.  None of that stuff matters.  At the age I am now, I don&#39;t care who played me sophomore year and what punishment I got for staying out too late.  It no longer matters.  I miss my blog though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/7297749048051710036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/7297749048051710036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/7297749048051710036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/7297749048051710036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-8990257854779138252</id><published>2009-04-18T07:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:06:19.771-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human feeling"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://kir33nisah.blogspot.com/2008/08/majestically-created.html&quot;&gt;Majestically Created&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feet so strong, so bold&lt;br /&gt;Attached to lengthy sculpted legs,for 14 years has stood strong.&lt;br /&gt;A delicate behind so soft and round,&lt;br /&gt;To a slim sleek waist, where jeans fit so snug and sound.&lt;br /&gt;These girly hips get some attention,&lt;br /&gt;But a beautiful belly is hard not to mention.&lt;br /&gt;This baby back with its small serene curve&lt;br /&gt;To a pair of shoulders strong with courage.&lt;br /&gt;On either side of two taunt tight breast,&lt;br /&gt;Is where two toned arms come to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Two loving hands, grace they display,&lt;br /&gt;On to a neck where a necklace may lay.&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous head so valueable and envied,&lt;br /&gt;With sexy lips, a petite nose, and almond shaped eyes it sees.&lt;br /&gt;To mahogany hair that has a mind of its own&lt;br /&gt;It never listens but is always kept combed.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the glorious layer that keeps this all in,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for this ebony skin.&lt;br /&gt;God put this all together for one reason you see.&lt;br /&gt;Every fragment and every unique piece,&lt;br /&gt;Because when its combined just right and descreet,&lt;br /&gt;It created me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this a few years ago when I was going through a major ordeal with my mom...she made me feel worthless and I knew I wasn&#39;t so I wrote something to prove her wrong.  You know what? It kinda helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8990257854779138252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/8990257854779138252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/8990257854779138252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/8990257854779138252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2009/04/majestically-created-feet-so-strong-so.html' title=''/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-9137401383539208539</id><published>2008-09-11T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:48:31.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Random</title><content type='html'>What is it about boys that get girls so high strung? I wonder that a lot even though I shouldn&#39;t have to.... some things just make you wonder...why is this so hard? I like my blog and the older blogs are my favorite...I just wish I could share them with others....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/9137401383539208539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/9137401383539208539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/9137401383539208539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/9137401383539208539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-little-random.html' title='Just a Little Random'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-1537779980369013752</id><published>2008-09-11T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:45:33.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parable Of The Pencil</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class=&quot;title&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h5 class=&quot;text&quot; style=&quot;padding-left: 0%;&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Start of Text ##### --&gt; The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. &quot;There are 5 things you need to know,&quot; he told the pencil, &quot;Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone&#39;s hand.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you&#39;ll need it to become a better pencil.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Four: The most important part of you will always be what&#39;s inside.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God&#39;s hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems, but you&#39;ll need it to become a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: The most important part of you will always be what&#39;s on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart.&lt;/h5&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/1537779980369013752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/1537779980369013752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/1537779980369013752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/1537779980369013752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2008/09/parable-of-pencil.html' title='Parable Of The Pencil'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-8112525304885464650</id><published>2008-08-18T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:47:17.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAV3 YOU 3V3R...?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder what you would do if you were someone else? Have you ever tried to be that person? no I dont mean just use the same  words but you tried to act, dress talk, walk, and if you knew how breath like that person? have you ever tried to just be someone knew just because its Monday? Then you my friend are a random person (or OCD whatever tickles your fancy)...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/8112525304885464650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/8112525304885464650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/8112525304885464650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/8112525304885464650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2008/08/hav3-you-3v3r.html' title='HAV3 YOU 3V3R...?'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-2557757640091766547</id><published>2008-08-07T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:31:08.090-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teen"/><title type='text'>Sex Before Marriage Sounds like fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPc_hld6RYA13lGwVoI62SObtLgF87aijGaK7zUGqZH5jOmj7xhFbx-wCk5FSi_GuUrhdn3JzllmNSgt_eLLDQEgCRG-vtJFh9aPm411W7nPCD0zwqh0hdsyj2oohjH_R-W3z5P9e4EkQ/s1600-h/NEWER.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPc_hld6RYA13lGwVoI62SObtLgF87aijGaK7zUGqZH5jOmj7xhFbx-wCk5FSi_GuUrhdn3JzllmNSgt_eLLDQEgCRG-vtJFh9aPm411W7nPCD0zwqh0hdsyj2oohjH_R-W3z5P9e4EkQ/s320/NEWER.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231875159803985714&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Before Marriage Sounds like fun!&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; Well It does...But should we do it? As a teenager I hear about sex all the time and sometimes I wonder, and I missing out? Yes I am a virgin but I&#39;ve been so close to losing my virginity so many times without success. A few months ago I was desperate to lose it to anybody just to know what it felt like. What made me change my mind? I saw my friends relationships with their boyfriends fall apart...the same relationships they swore would last forever. A year to me is no where close to forever...I don&#39;t want to feel deserted in a relationship. Is It worth it? I ask myself all the time. In the Bible it says in clear black and white NO SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE....but if its so clearly stated, why is society accepting the fact that we teenagers won&#39;t marry as virgins? They say abstinence is the best way to prevent emotional distress and depression, teen pregnancy, and STDs... but so does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Serotonin inhibitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (anti depressant) &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;and condoms&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;If we can easily prevent those problems should we not have sex? I know  tons of sex positions I&#39;m dying to try (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;Classic rear entry,69,riding backwards&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;But even with all this being true...Is It right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/feeds/2557757640091766547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7430255881582457836/2557757640091766547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/2557757640091766547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7430255881582457836/posts/default/2557757640091766547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspiregreatness.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex-before-marriage-sounds-like-fun.html' title='Sex Before Marriage Sounds like fun!'/><author><name>S.a.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079927117634806385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_usjwoPNnIdU/TEeFR5Ydd0I/AAAAAAAAABA/otRDMJ4OIDg/S220/Truck+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPc_hld6RYA13lGwVoI62SObtLgF87aijGaK7zUGqZH5jOmj7xhFbx-wCk5FSi_GuUrhdn3JzllmNSgt_eLLDQEgCRG-vtJFh9aPm411W7nPCD0zwqh0hdsyj2oohjH_R-W3z5P9e4EkQ/s72-c/NEWER.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430255881582457836.post-5929398299958747973</id><published>2008-08-07T16:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:02:42.032-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mistress"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupidity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth"/><title type='text'>The Diary of a Mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;i WATCH U PULL ON YOUR J3ANS,BUCKLE UR BELT, &amp;amp; GRAB UR KEYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;TH3N U BUTTON UR SHiRT AND SLiD3 ON UR SHO3S WiTH 3AS3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;i SiT MY TH3 B3D WiTH AN 3XPR3SSiONL3SS FAC3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;AS U RUSH TO SAV3 TiM3, LEAViN NO TRAC3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U WASH3D AWAY TH3 3ViD3NC3 iN TH3 SHOW3R W3 TOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U SATISFi3D UR HUNGER OFF MY BODY &amp;amp; TH3 DiNN3R i COOK3D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U SAiD U LOV3D M3 &amp;amp; Y3LL3D MY NAM3 iN GR3AT PASSiON,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Y3T THiS CANT B3 TRU3 B/C THiS AFFAiR AiNT EVERLASTiN`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U KiSS MY N3CK AND SAY U WANT 2 B3 WiTH M3 4 3VA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;BUT U RUSH &amp;amp; L3AV3 WH3N 3VA W3 AR3 TOG3TH3R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;i ASK WHY CANT U JUST L3AV3 TH3 1 U WiT 2 B3 WiT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U SAY NOT NOW BABY GO BACK 2 SL33P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;TH3 TRUTH iS U WiLL N3V3R L3AV3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U&#39;LL UNLOCK MY S3CR3T TR3ASUR3S 4 AS LONG AS U HAV TH3 K3Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;UR GURL MAY B3 CLU3L3SS ABOUT WHT U DO B3HiND H3R BAC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;BUT TRUST, UR NOT G3TTiNG AWAY WiTH N3 THiNG LiK3 DAT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;THiS iS WHT i THiNK AS I S33 H3R NAM3 FLASH ACROSS UR PHON3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;U KiSS M3 ON TH3 WAY OUT TH3 DOOR SAYiN BAB3 iM GON3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;BACK TO UR GURL WITH SUM STUPiD Li3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;WHiL3 iM L3FT 2 THiNK OF U &amp;amp; CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;NOTHiN WiLL EVA COM3 OF US CUZ UR NOT R3ADY 2 CHANG3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;SO Y NOT MAK3 iT 3ASi3R ON TH3 BOTH OF US &amp;amp; 4G3T WHT W3 BCAM3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;AS TiM3 GO3S ON AND U SLOWLY B3GAN 2 4G3T,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;H3R3S A R3MiND3R OF US, TH3 DiARY OF UR MiSTR3SS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;This was actually not entirely made up. Heres the story...&lt;br /&gt;School had just started and I had new classes with new people. Well in one of my classes there was this annoying boy name Lonnie (not really). I remembered him from my freshman year when he use to ride the bus but we weren&#39;t close. The first 9 weeks of the class we grew closer. I didn&#39;t want to but it happened. He had a girl friend,  Jenna (not her real name either). She was so quiet, shy, and crazy in love with Lonnie. That bothered me that I new her yet I still kept messing with Lonnie. We began to hang out more and and do more things. Everyone in the school began to find out...Well people couldn&#39;t wait to tell her and when she found out her reaction shocked me...She gave her virginity to him just to keep him! At first I was stuck on stupid, then I vowed never to be like her. Not long after that I realized as long as continued to mess around with him, he could continue to play us both. I left him alone and haven&#39;t regretted my decision since. They are still together, though I don&#39;t fell sorry for Jenna anymore because she continues to settle for what she has. Evey moment she isn&#39;t around he is who is and some girl fills hers spot.She&#39;s too naive to see it. I keep thinking...why if they love each other would he continue to do this to her? 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