<?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-27344608</id><updated>2024-08-28T05:37:32.023-07:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="boys"/><category term="breakups"/><category term="clubs"/><category term="emotions"/><category term="getting laid"/><category term="girls"/><category term="pigs"/><category term="sad"/><category term="sex"/><category term="sluts"/><title type='text'>Welcome to my silly life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-8530741391257219814</id><published>2015-08-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-11T19:28:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My struggle with ANXIETY..</title><content type='html'>I never really experienced anxiety or much of panic attacks until I was 19 years old. When I was younger, of course I would get nervous before exams or before meeting guys for first dates or nervous for little things but it wasn&#39;t until I was actually an adult that i started to have the full blown anxiety attacks that felt almost crippling. &amp;amp; when you actually start having anxiety i find it so hard to control it and calm yourself down &amp;amp; to try to find out exactly what it is that is triggering it is a challenge in itself. When i first started getting these terrible anxiety attacks before i would drive to beauty school, i had no idea that i was having an anxiety attack. i would just pace around the house with this terrible gut feeling, &amp;amp; developing a sensation in my lower legs of numbness and i just remember feeling &quot;why do I feel like this, why am i panicking right now, whats wrong with me&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember telling a friend at school that I keep getting these feelings almost every day now before i go anywhere where there&#39;s going to be people, like school, work, the bar, or even social gatherings like meeting up with a few friends for drinks. Every time i would just feel extremely nervous &amp;amp; my heart rate would increase &amp;amp; it almost became not enjoyable to ever go out anymore unless i was intoxicated at the bar with my friends. Every other occasion though like even going over to my boyfriends at the time would give me terrible anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember telling my friend this &amp;amp; her saying, &quot;it sounds like you have anxiety.&quot; I thought about it after she had said that &amp;amp; kind of excepted it and just wanted it to stop. So i saw my doctor but told her I would NOT go on meds for anxiety because i knew how your body becomes dependable on medications like that. So she recommended seeing a counselor or psychiatrist to talk to someone about it &amp;amp; of course i said i would but i knew deep down i probably would never take the time to actually go and speak to someone because who was i kidding i have anxiety not depression i don&#39;t need to talk to anyone about my feelings i just want to stop panicking about everything.&lt;br /&gt;
I kind of learned to just deal with my anxiety after that. I ignored it until it went away. I avoided extremely uncomfortable situations. &amp;amp; for a while actually my anxiety definitely did start to subside. It was never nearly as bad as it had been the year before so i decided to just live with it.&lt;br /&gt;
Then again when i was 21 my anxiety came back full blown and basically everything i ever thought about or anything i wanted to do was complicated by my anxiety and i was never ever happy, all i ever felt was panic, i couldn&#39;t make reliable decisions. I started dating a guy that i liked so much and so badly didn&#39;t want to mess up this relationship so every thing i said or did around him i would worry about. After our first kiss i remember coming home and literally pacing around my house and yelling out loud &quot;OH MY GOD WE KISSED WHAT IF WE DATE I DON&#39;T KNOW HOW TO BE A GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE DIDN&#39;T WANT TO KISS ME WHAT IF HE JUST DID CAUSE HE FELT HE HAD TO OMG WHAT IF WE ACTUALLY DATE I DONT REMEMBER HOW TO DATE I DONT REMEMBER HOW TO BE A GIRLFRIEND&quot;. Yeah... it was literally an anxiety attack because i kissed someone i liked and instead of having butterflies of happiness, all i could feel was panic. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
So Ryan &amp;amp; I officially started dating &amp;amp; it was extremely hard in the beginning because all i would think about was how to prevent him from seeing me in a negative way. I would spend hours on my hair, makeup and outfit and change my clothes multiple times and shower twice daily before going to his place and go out of my way to make sure i looked good and never smelled bad &amp;amp; all i did was worry about stupid things that i really did not need to worry about. Basically the 6-9 months of our relationship i never 100% felt relaxed or at ease or calm which was so hard because i loved him so much and i just wanted to be calm around my boyfriend. I mean there were definitely times better than others when i would be more relaxed when we were just cuddling on the couch watching netflix. I was always just worried about what he was thinking and of what he thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;
It wasn&#39;t just occasions with my boyfriend that i felt my anxiety. But just life in general. Many days after work i would come home in a panic worrying about what I&#39;m doing with my life and how i am running out of time to find happiness. My mom and sister would just listen to my rants in shock and tell me to calm down &amp;amp; joke about me going through a mid life crisis even though to me it was definitely not a joke. This was serious what was i doing with my life? That&#39;s all i ever thought about.&lt;br /&gt;
Here&#39;s an copy of a note i left in my phone May 21, 2015 5:50AM&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I swear to god the struggles of this anxiety I seriously just want it 
gone like I cannot sleep anymore even melatonin doesn&#39;t work. any thing 
happening on a daily basis gives me anxiety I panic at the thought of 
interacting with people &amp;amp; saying something &amp;amp; having people 
judging me for saying that like I panic thinking omg this person thinks 
I&#39;m retarded why am i like this why don&#39;t people like me &amp;amp; I panic 
thinking that people are picking up &amp;amp; reading it off me that I&#39;m 
even panicking &amp;amp; then I panic even more at that it&#39;s literally every
 social interaction with people that has me panicking.&lt;br /&gt;
not even just the social part of the anxiety but my daily life is so 
hard to plan out especially when it comes to planning to make sure I 
have enough time to do everything like going to work then come home 
&amp;amp; get ready for my other job it&#39;s so hard to explain the daily 
stress &amp;amp; anxiety because it is literally about every single thing I 
deal with like every decision I have to make I second guess myself &amp;amp;
 I am so full of self doubt &amp;amp; I question myself every day &amp;amp; 
question why I am like this. &amp;amp; then make myself feel worse about my 
life because I haven&#39;t got my shit together yet I&#39;m 22 &amp;amp; still at 
home &amp;amp; I don&#39;t even know what I want to go back to school for yet 
but I really don&#39;t want to be stuck serving for the rest of my life but I
 need money to be successful &amp;amp; I panic at having no money &amp;amp; I 
panic at not living a happy life &amp;amp; I just want the panic feeling to 
go away pls&lt;br /&gt;
can&#39;t sleep without melatonin now &amp;amp; that&#39;s barely even helping now 
too like if I&#39;m at Ryan&#39;s house &amp;amp; I forgot my melatonin I fucking 
panic like I literally need it. but when I take it every night I 
basically wake up at the same time wide awake &amp;amp; it takes me hours to
 fall back asleep &amp;amp; I feel tired all the time but I need to make 
sure I get 8 hours of sleep other wise I&#39;m weird without enough sleep 
&amp;amp; can&#39;t function in social situations properly so i need to make 
sure I sleep. but I am wide awake right now &amp;amp; cannot fall back 
asleep so how the hell am I going to work tomorrow? I basically can&#39;t 
because I have a hair appt at 10 &amp;amp; then I work at 5 but I do not 
have time to come home &amp;amp; nap because I have a house to clean to 
prepare for my birthday party this weekend &amp;amp; I&#39;m panicking I have no
 time for sleep but I need to fucking sleep 😔😩😖 this is crippling to 
my brain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Literally.. the panic at everything. Back in April before i wrote this in my notes on my phone, I got a serving/waitressing job just for extra money. But it was literally painful to go to work and uncomfortably speak to strangers everyday. My legs would go numb as i was walking into the restaurant. It got to the point where i couldn&#39;t take it anymore. I needed it to stop. I had spoken to someone who helped my shift my view on depression/anxiety medication completely. &quot;It&#39;s the quality of life, Shelby. If something can help you feel better about life in general, then why not?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
That was it. I was going back to my doctor and asking for medication.&amp;nbsp; No more planning on ignoring it or getting a hold of it. Its not going to just go away, if anything it has just gotten worse over the years &amp;amp; its painful to just live my life and do the things i want without anxiety everyday. So i did. I went in there and told my doctor straight up that i wanted to start taking something for it. She agreed that it was probably a good decision based on how i was feeling, so she prescribed me Celexa/Citalopram.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was actually so excited to start &amp;amp; so excited to finally feel better. The first 10 days of the half pills were extremely hard. I knew there would be side affects but i didn&#39;t think much of it at the beginning. All i felt was tired and drowsy. Its like i was in a third person view and i was floating. Nothing seemed real. I was just so painfully drowsy. After the first week, i had to up the dose to the full pill and the first few days of the full dosage i still felt tired but after that it went away &amp;amp; after that, without even realizing i started to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I have been taking Celexa for 2 and a half months and I must say it was definitely a good decision and I kind of wish i started taking something sooner than i did. I no longer feel nervous to walk into work, or walk into the bar to meet my friends. My boyfriend has now seen me without makeup and I don&#39;t even care. I now eat comfortably around him and his family. I can talk to them or express my opinion to them without panicking about saying something wrong like i used to. I don&#39;t stutter or have terrible gut feelings before going to job interviews. I can now drive around my city without the panic of driving in general. &lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn&#39;t go as far as saying i feel 100% happy now, but i definitely feel better. I feel more....normal. I feel like i can have conversations with people i don&#39;t know &amp;amp; i don&#39;t worry about what they think of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
My outlooks on life have changed, &amp;amp; instead of drowning in self doubt and panic, i feel like a weight has almost been taken off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel lighter &amp;amp; happier. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8530741391257219814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/8530741391257219814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/8530741391257219814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/8530741391257219814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2015/08/my-struggle-with-anxiety.html' title='My struggle with ANXIETY..'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-2587181502662019598</id><published>2013-11-11T13:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-11T13:50:46.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;I feel like I am sitting in a room with 10 different doors each that lead to something completely different. I am too indecisive to choose the doorway that I feel is best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/2587181502662019598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/2587181502662019598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/2587181502662019598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/2587181502662019598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2013/11/i-feel-like-i-am-sitting-in-room-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-977800835621494124</id><published>2013-07-03T14:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-03T14:20:34.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I feel as if I am no longer capable of having feelings or forming feelings for another man. I already had my doubts of having a successful relationship before my most recent ex boyfriend, but then after him the feelings of doubt came back ten times as hard. Thinking that maybe if i did give it another try, nothing will happen, &amp;amp; i won&#39;t get hurt. Sure enough I was extremely wrong and got thrown away as if I was less than nothing. Now i sit here with this disgusting taste in my mouth towards any guy. And I truly know that not all of them are like some of the ones I have dated and been with, but having such terrible experiences and being extremely hurt makes you feel as if you really are alone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/977800835621494124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/977800835621494124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/977800835621494124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/977800835621494124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2013/07/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-2958930489591033093</id><published>2012-07-24T22:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-24T22:57:32.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything changes when all your friends get boyfriends..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/2958930489591033093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/2958930489591033093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/2958930489591033093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/2958930489591033093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2012/07/everything-changes-when-all-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-2557123305852091733</id><published>2012-06-17T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-17T23:25:26.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfit Of The Day . 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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;So today at work I had a very attractive man ask me for my number. Of course we had a conversation at first and he had asked if I had a boyfriend, and even though I don&#39;t, my first instinct was to say that I do. Not because I have forgotten that i&#39;m single, but because I didn&#39;t feel the want to actually start talking to this guy; even though I have every reason to meet someone new. I was actually going to turn this guy down, and I don&#39;t even know why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I did end up giving him my number after thinking about it for a split second, just because, what harm could it actually do? Maybe my problem is that i&#39;m afraid of commitment. Or maybe i&#39;m completely turned off by dating because of previous failed relationships.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;And at the end of the day I still wonder. Why did this guy want MY number? How could I have stood out today? I definitely didn&#39;t look my best. My hair was in a beach-waved ponytail, and I was just wearing jeans and a sweater. Yet he still continued to say I was gorgeous. I truly do not understand. I just want to have normal feelings toward dating and relationships sometime soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/978406277365546128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/978406277365546128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/978406277365546128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/978406277365546128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2012/03/so-today-at-work-i-had-very-attractive.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-8431514194519068420</id><published>2011-08-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:02:22.243-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>lessons learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;i don&#39;t know how to feel anymore. i was doing very good at getting over him and moving on. but then he&#39;ll come to my work and we&#39;ll have a conversation. it doesn&#39;t even have to be a good conversation, but it feels so warming to actually be talking. i now realize that he is free to do whatever he pleases, as am i. but it bothers me so much. i don&#39;t think i love him anymore. i know what bad he has done. it just really hurts to think about what we used to have, and now its all gone. when i do remember how good it felt to be together, i get this beautiful feeling inside; almost like the feeling of when your singing and you hit that perfect note and its heaven to your ears. thats how my heart feels when i remember our relationship together. at the same time, it hurts so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;deep down i know i will be okay. he was my first love, and these feelings are always going to be there. i am learning to not look so negatively at this breakup, and be happy for what we did have. we learned so much from eachother. and it is just going to ready us for our next relationships. i now know what to not look for. there was no trust in our relationship, and that is the most important thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;i do remember how good it felt to fall in love with him though. probably one of the best feelings i have ever had. i do want this feeling again, and i really hope he&#39;s wrong when he told me i will never ever get it with anyone else. i want to fall in love again. i want to get the butterflies in my tummy, and the wonderful nervous but excited feeling. i want to feel the need to only be with that one person, and not even care about what else is happening in the universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;i am so scared that i will not ever get these feelings again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8431514194519068420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/8431514194519068420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/8431514194519068420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/8431514194519068420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2011/08/lessons-learned.html' title='lessons learned.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-4924727922849669935</id><published>2011-08-10T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:17:46.933-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clubs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting laid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pigs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sluts"/><title type='text'>time will tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;Based on everything i have witnessed in these past few months, it looks like it is going to be difficult in the future to find that &quot;perfect guy&quot;. so many guys out there are only looking for a good time with girls, and only care about getting laid. if you have sex with them, it doesn&#39;t mean anything. in fact, they&#39;ll probably just pretend it never happened. or you&#39;ll be in a relationship with them; next thing you know, they go have sex with another girl. i am not saying girls are innocent in this situation, because they clearly are not. younger and younger generations of teenagers are losing their virginity. and i can honestly say that it disgusts me. whatever happened to waiting until marriage? or having self respect? now its, &quot;oh yeaaah, i fucked that dude last night&quot;. girls are getting sluttier, and guys are turning into bigger pieces of shit. need to get laid? just go to your local bar. problem solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;and with this world that we live in now, how is it ever going to be possible to actually find a decent person to be with for the rest of your life? the ones that aren&#39;t pigs, are douchebags that disrespect your parents. or try to control you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;i guess the only thing to say is that only time will tell. they will come along when the time is right. hopefully? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/4924727922849669935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/4924727922849669935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/4924727922849669935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/4924727922849669935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-will-tell.html' title='time will tell.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-3520056479997732938</id><published>2011-08-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T10:45:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube!</title><content type='html'>heey everyone (:&lt;div&gt;please check out my youtube channel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its about makeup, beauty and girly things (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/user/Shelby677&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/Shelby677&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/3520056479997732938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/3520056479997732938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/3520056479997732938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/3520056479997732938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2011/08/youtube.html' title='youtube!'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-4539446738221809046</id><published>2011-08-08T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:48:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heeey everyone (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know that not many people view my blogs, but i am okay with that. because from looking at my previous ones from years ago, i seem kind of fucked up. i honestly do not know what was going through my head. anyway, i am very different now! i do not obsess over my weight, or looking skinny. in fact, i love food! and i don&#39;t plan on ever starving myself to lose weight again. if i want to diet, i&#39;ll do it the proper way. by healthy food, and exersize (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/4539446738221809046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/4539446738221809046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/4539446738221809046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/4539446738221809046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2011/08/heeey-everyone.html' title='heeey everyone (:'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-1702130536172695602</id><published>2008-06-25T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:12:44.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/1702130536172695602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/1702130536172695602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/1702130536172695602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/1702130536172695602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-1804473826298551890</id><published>2008-06-17T23:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:13:57.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/1804473826298551890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/1804473826298551890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/1804473826298551890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/1804473826298551890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2008/06/click-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-747122473578124103</id><published>2008-02-15T18:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:33:11.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/747122473578124103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/747122473578124103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/747122473578124103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/747122473578124103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-5924757985534839825</id><published>2007-07-28T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:54:47.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Healthy Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;So im on this little diet just to get back in shape for gr 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Right now im about 115 pounds and im 5 foot 3 inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Every Tuesday my mom measures my waist, hips, upperarms, chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;calfs and thighs to see the difference ive changed in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I have cut out allmy snacks and if i do find myself hungry in between meals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;i munch on fruit and veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;For hamburgers, scince my mom makes that alot, ive decided to switch to veggie burgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Im not going vegiterian because i know i would never be able to cut out chicken and stake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;To me, i dont really notice a difference in taste between real burgers and veggie burgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I started my diet last tuesday on July24 2007. I will measure myself again on July 31 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Right now my measurments are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: &lt;/strong&gt;July 24 2007 Tuesday 12:20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waist: &lt;/strong&gt;27 3/4 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hips:&lt;/strong&gt; 37 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thighs:&lt;/strong&gt; 19 1/2 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calfs:&lt;/strong&gt; 12 1/2 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upperarms:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrists:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 3/4 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chest:&lt;/strong&gt; 34 3/4inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; 115 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;105 pounds&lt;/em&gt; by end of summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I do a simple kind of exercise everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I lay on the ground with my knees pointing to the ceiling and raise my butt up and down, 30 times, twice a day. I know this sounds and looks funny, but it works! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;On tuesday, July 31 i will come back with my next measurments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Shelby &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/5924757985534839825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/5924757985534839825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/5924757985534839825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/5924757985534839825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2007/07/health.html' title='Health.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-7363375641703732985</id><published>2007-07-28T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:30:08.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Having fun with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Walking around town with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;camping at lakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;camping out in own backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Haircuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Tanning Salons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Eating(cant eat much now.ON DIET)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Boys that treat you so good(ones that arnt fake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Life in the summer(SO relaxing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;sleepovers with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;The thought of moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Rasberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;The house we might be moving to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;My clothing style lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;My pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Tenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Campfires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;roasting marshmellows with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;horsebackriding (havnt done it in a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/7363375641703732985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/7363375641703732985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/7363375641703732985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/7363375641703732985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-lovve.html' title='I love'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-2073522973568758393</id><published>2007-07-27T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:20:17.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Well turns out i am leaving this dirty hoe bag town, Spruce Grove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;I hate it here. My sisters counsellar says it is the worst place for bullying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Its worse than edmonton apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;But i am moving to BC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;To this little town called 100 mile house. I hope people are nice because i dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;want to not have friends. I mean a do have lots of friends here but its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;always easier making friends when your younger and now i&#39;ll be going into gr 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;So if someone knows what its like there please tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;I need to know if people my age are nice there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;By the way im 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Thanx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/2073522973568758393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/2073522973568758393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/2073522973568758393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/2073522973568758393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2007/07/omfg-yay.html' title='The Move'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-1324948052628484531</id><published>2007-02-14T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:18:15.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How i feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Things i hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Pathetic loser boys who cry over stupidd things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Liers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;People who tell you somthing that you are looking forward too but then you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;find out its not even true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;People who wanna ask you out because all they care about is looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;threaten to report your nexopia because you wont write a&lt;/span&gt; specific thing in my number 4 on this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;People who say they hate you for stupid reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Fucking Teachers who pick favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;When parents dont let you do what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;When you get in trouble for stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Second Languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Perferts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Perfectionists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;When your friends are mad at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;When you are pressered to do something and you cant say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;When my ipods battery is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Waking up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;When rich people brag about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;When friends say other people are rich but actually they&#39;re like not even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;close to being rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;When people make fun of your looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;When someone says somthing they dont mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/1324948052628484531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/1324948052628484531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/1324948052628484531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/1324948052628484531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo.html' title='This is How i feel.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-115852409960840176</id><published>2006-09-17T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:31:20.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/115852409960840176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/115852409960840176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115852409960840176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115852409960840176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-115845727567701398</id><published>2006-09-16T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:31:37.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gr 8 started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;    style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/115845727567701398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/115845727567701398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115845727567701398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115845727567701398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2006/09/gr-8-started.html' title='gr 8 started.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-115740045487328045</id><published>2006-09-04T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:16:19.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/115740045487328045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/115740045487328045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115740045487328045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115740045487328045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2006/09/nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-115689227409088205</id><published>2006-08-29T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:57:54.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;He looks at you like you&#39;re some kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;But he treats you like your some kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;shithole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff99ff;&quot;&gt;Shelby&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/feeds/115689227409088205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/27344608/115689227409088205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115689227409088205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27344608/posts/default/115689227409088205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shlebabeb.blogspot.com/2006/08/saying.html' title='saying.'/><author><name>Shelby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486121065368895166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKPpuD1OhRhYexq-S0eDqSpgWkGt_SI0MuIYJTSLz9QPt9-cYRLc4odeRMh0VxvszoAiNXNLiFJadm41kF-X3nhLHc5CJmSLem51AoFU3o0avyCR8xNdELWGduxwtXQ/s220/IMG_4258.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27344608.post-115645019448028350</id><published>2006-08-24T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:16:35.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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