<?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-1157792560858671867</id><updated>2011-12-07T23:42:42.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701798230341556096</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157792560858671867.post-5125750997882959219</id><published>2008-07-16T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:13:15.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I seem really depressed in every one of these, wow that's sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So that phase of 'liking' Von is way passed over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ever since he started going out with my bestfriend I started caring less about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thrills didn't go up my spine when I got a text from him. We are just friends and honestly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't care. I'm perfectly find with it. I've realized that, everything happens for a reason, and him going out with Kianna was a big reality check for me. He really isn't the most perfect guy in the world, he is just another guy. Maybe because we aren't so close but I really don't want to be close again. It gets me all screwed up and I don't need that. So I'm happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For some reason lately though I have been kind of slumpy. And like grumpy and stuf like that. haha. I don't know what's going on but I had the time of my life yesterday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1157792560858671867-5125750997882959219?l=plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5125750997882959219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1157792560858671867&amp;postID=5125750997882959219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default/5125750997882959219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default/5125750997882959219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701798230341556096</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-1157792560858671867.post-6085755818787427882</id><published>2008-06-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:31:18.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, we will start at the top. This is all about a guy named Von. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I met him last year and all that last year we were super tight. Like best friends. We talked all the time and yeah I could tell him anything and he could tell me anything. It was perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then over the summer he went out with my friend Rachel. I thought they were cute together and I kinda started liking him but I didn't know it then. We would talk on the phone at night till like one o' clock and he would always make me laugh and we never ran out of anything to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then when school started, we had no classes together but we were still good friends. Then one night, we started going out. It was great for a while but then he broke up with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then we went out again but my friend Emily started hating me and I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I broke up with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For the next like two or three monthes he like hated me and was furious with me and me and emily became best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Finally, he talked to me and we became friends like we were before. And everything was perfect again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then he stopped liking me as a friend and wouldn't text me back or talk to me at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then he like liked me and I like liked him but we didn't go out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now he only likes me as a friend (barely.) And I still want to be bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm so fricken confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He's such a great guy and I just want to be bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1157792560858671867-6085755818787427882?l=plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6085755818787427882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1157792560858671867&amp;postID=6085755818787427882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default/6085755818787427882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default/6085755818787427882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title='L.I.F.E.'/><author><name>bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701798230341556096</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-1157792560858671867.post-7445295792013584049</id><published>2008-06-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:24:02.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It used to be so easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gosh, it used to be so easy when we were younger. You never cared what other people thought and you always just went right ahead and exspressed your feelings no matter what. Nothing mattered, there just wasn't a care in the world. I miss those times. Now that I'm a teenage it's all about drama and "wow your face has a big pimple" and "ooh you guys hang out a lot, you like him!!" It's all stupid and I can't wait for this phase to be over. Teenager Phase is definitely not a favorite of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1157792560858671867-7445295792013584049?l=plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7445295792013584049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1157792560858671867&amp;postID=7445295792013584049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default/7445295792013584049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157792560858671867/posts/default/7445295792013584049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plainandsimplelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-used-to-be-so-easy.html' title='It used to be so easy.'/><author><name>bloggirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701798230341556096</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>
