<?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-6524422862676293685</id><updated>2024-09-08T20:09:09.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Human</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misjudged Romantic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044346379743290592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdQuGXfAutNj-1puuLdiFSesKVRf_PzXwOy9XNYD8sU_7wrc8zozCxHPtOw5Qd8uw894iE7yP1OJ-bXsHhjux32XK943dfAecCC8AmRNZD2To87MZz1y9ijrXIJqI4g/s220/317671_246455295392092_100000828713777_618281_239473538_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524422862676293685.post-3392450317236284177</id><published>2011-12-22T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:26:44.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>So today went ALOT better than what I thought it would. I get to go back to school with all my friends, except I have to stay away as far as possible from this kid, which I PLAN on doing..&lt;br /&gt;
Like seriously, taking me to court when we we&#39;re just horse-playing? Oh well, life lesson learned, stop playing so much of people and to only mess with close friends.. Oh well, but I&#39;m happy now and my mom is really relaxed finally, so that means I get my social life back.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/feeds/3392450317236284177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/2011/12/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default/3392450317236284177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default/3392450317236284177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/2011/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Misjudged Romantic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044346379743290592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdQuGXfAutNj-1puuLdiFSesKVRf_PzXwOy9XNYD8sU_7wrc8zozCxHPtOw5Qd8uw894iE7yP1OJ-bXsHhjux32XK943dfAecCC8AmRNZD2To87MZz1y9ijrXIJqI4g/s220/317671_246455295392092_100000828713777_618281_239473538_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524422862676293685.post-4609962501455502562</id><published>2011-12-21T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:01:25.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>So throughout my teenage years, (yeah i&#39;m still young) but throughout my younger teenage years I used drugs, cause I mean what else could stimulate happiness? I jumped from relationship to relationship, friendship to friendship, and now look at me my anxiety attacks have gotten worse and now every-time I hear certain drugs my heart drops. You don&#39;t need drugs to be happy people, my body is failing me now because of those 3 hours of happiness. I have a decent group of friends who keep me at a neutral zone with my feelings, so there&#39;s no need for drugs or alcohol. I don&#39;t want to grow up like my uncles, I want to have a good life, with good kids and a good wife. Sure I&#39;m too young to be thinking about this, but I want to settle down now. I want to have a good long lasting relationship, maybe our mysterious ( Russian Girl ) will stick around for a while, even with all my flaws.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/feeds/4609962501455502562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default/4609962501455502562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default/4609962501455502562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Misjudged Romantic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044346379743290592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdQuGXfAutNj-1puuLdiFSesKVRf_PzXwOy9XNYD8sU_7wrc8zozCxHPtOw5Qd8uw894iE7yP1OJ-bXsHhjux32XK943dfAecCC8AmRNZD2To87MZz1y9ijrXIJqI4g/s220/317671_246455295392092_100000828713777_618281_239473538_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524422862676293685.post-1028599246004789249</id><published>2011-12-21T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:39:50.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Girl</title><content type='html'>So there&#39;s this girl, we&#39;ll name her &#39;Russian Girl&#39; ..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;She&#39;s really interesting and cool, but something &#39;bout her seems off, she&#39;s soo outgoing and bold but for something reason it feels like there&#39;s just something she&#39;s not telling me.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t mean to be a douche-bag or anything but she did leave her boyfriend (sure he&#39;s leaving for the military) but she left him for ME!? Who in their right mind would do that!?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;That&#39;s besides the point the thing is we hung out today and it went all perfect, I&#39;ve never been with a girl and have a perfect day.. It&#39;s just not possible, how can this girl be changing me so quickly? Things I would normally do, I didn&#39;t.. Things I WOULD NEVER DO, I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Misjudged Romantic</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/feeds/1028599246004789249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/2011/12/russian-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default/1028599246004789249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524422862676293685/posts/default/1028599246004789249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misjudged.blogspot.com/2011/12/russian-girl.html' title='Russian Girl'/><author><name>Misjudged Romantic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09044346379743290592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdQuGXfAutNj-1puuLdiFSesKVRf_PzXwOy9XNYD8sU_7wrc8zozCxHPtOw5Qd8uw894iE7yP1OJ-bXsHhjux32XK943dfAecCC8AmRNZD2To87MZz1y9ijrXIJqI4g/s220/317671_246455295392092_100000828713777_618281_239473538_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>