<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493</id><updated>2012-01-29T17:05:16.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Aftertaste**</title><subtitle type='html'>just a lil journal from a pathetic lil 13 year old whose life just seems to be an aftertaste</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108715331577236176</id><published>2004-06-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:01:55.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>06-12-04It's worth everything but I wish it didn't. Today so far has found me a couple Friday's back but before we get into that how about last night...so hold up while I rewind.-Last NightWell I wasn't totally psyched about it to begin with, but I was kind of excited when I got home, I like the feeling of walking home in the streaming afternoon sunlight, to find myself alone, in my humbly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108715331577236176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108715331577236176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108715331577236176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108715331577236176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/06/06-12-04-its-worth-everything-but-i_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-10871532633750625</id><published>2004-06-13T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:01:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>06-12-04It's worth everything but I wish it didn't. Today so far has found me a couple Friday's back but before we get into that how about last night...so hold up while I rewind.-Last NightWell I wasn't totally psyched about it to begin with, but I was kind of excited when I got home, I like the feeling of walking home in the streaming afternoon sunlight, to find myself alone, in my humbly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/10871532633750625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=10871532633750625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/10871532633750625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/10871532633750625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/06/06-12-04-its-worth-everything-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108707217197638307</id><published>2004-06-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:29:31.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/6/04Look its white! I don't think it's like ever been white...Because I'm racist! Not really but I told Matt I was. You know what? I am so happy happy happy! You know why? Because he is perfect perfect perfect.  *hums* yeah this will be great. Just maybe this can make these coming four years worth it. God damn these mood swings, you know within like the fours minutes that took me to write that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108707217197638307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108707217197638307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108707217197638307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108707217197638307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/06/8604-look-its-white-i-dont-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108664886471336319</id><published>2004-06-07T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T15:54:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>05.06.04So the concert last night...oh my goodness I was counting ceiling tiles to keep myself amused (173 per square and there were 7 squares) and then I tried to see how far I could count in French I got up to quatre cent. And that's a pretty cool achievement if I do say so myself!  Anyways since Jan is in such suspense I got a new list today -------------------------------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108664886471336319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108664886471336319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108664886471336319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108664886471336319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/06/05.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108648005273669386</id><published>2004-06-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T17:00:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>04.06.04It doesn't seem fair that you can just come back into my life and take my sleep. Then again I did get myself into it. Do you know how long its been, how much I've missed you. It seems torture that we're so far away, it haunts me that there's still so much more time. But for something like this, I can wait. Honestly I need to, I still need some time, I'm caught in between and I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108648005273669386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108648005273669386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108648005273669386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108648005273669386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/06/04.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108560805595723448</id><published>2004-05-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T14:47:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>22.05.04That was so funny. Yeah just fucking hilarious, it's some like deranged practical joke. I've talked to him since the gun incident right? I couldn't even remember I almost expect him to be there when I get home, and I don't remember every time we've talked. But yeah I must have talked to him since then, yesterday though he completely blew me off. So not only was I dragged to a surprise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108560805595723448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108560805595723448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108560805595723448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108560805595723448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/05/22.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108524859738115945</id><published>2004-05-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:56:37.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20.05.04I feel like I never have any time anymore!! Its all his fault I have such mixed feelings about him, I don't think I'm really romantically interested I just I don't know, sometimes I want to talk and sometimes I make up bullshit excuses (are there any other kind!?) Right now I don't really worry about it, I mean I'll find out soon enough and even if I never find out...whatever.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108524859738115945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108524859738115945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108524859738115945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108524859738115945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/05/20.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108508393730145875</id><published>2004-05-20T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:12:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>19.05.04It is so hard not to care. I mean I try and I try but wow what a hard habit to break! So again, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care? Should I type it four times and see if it makes a difference?I hate when things are over before they begin. I mean what the crap, I didn't even have a chance to decide whether or not I wanted to before she decided it was time to "get things under </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108508393730145875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108508393730145875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108508393730145875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108508393730145875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/05/19.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108500086452969058</id><published>2004-05-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T14:07:44.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18.05.04My blessed they're going to kill me. So what do I have left, when do those results come out? Next December? Yeah that's probably enough time. I was thinking last night, I mean my little slogan there, those words I live off, yeah they're not going to work.DEAD TIRED has new meaningi hate him so much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108500086452969058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108500086452969058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108500086452969058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108500086452969058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/05/18.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108491232513104555</id><published>2004-05-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T13:32:05.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>17.05.04Oh my geez. She can barely walk but somehow, just somehow she can still find the strength to...oh my geez right now I hate her so much. My moods are so awful, its crazy. Steph got me a dress (well two, but its so, I really don't think it'll be...) Anyways maybe I'll tell him, if I tell just one teensy little person will it really matter (some of these sound so cryptic my stars! Its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108491232513104555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108491232513104555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108491232513104555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108491232513104555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/05/17.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114493.post-108471765271340688</id><published>2004-05-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T07:27:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>15.05.05Oh my geez I havent had any time at all to do anything I get home well past six so I haven't been able to update this also.You know what's cool? I'm talking to a lot of people I lost contact with like Jon and Joanna (Oh my geez shes 18 now!)So much more to say but I have recital now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/feeds/108471765271340688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6114493&amp;postID=108471765271340688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108471765271340688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6114493/posts/default/108471765271340688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aftertaste.blogspot.com/2004/05/15.html' title=''/><author><name>Raine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10812009804638250121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
