﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>NOTyetGROWNup's Xanga</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from NOTyetGROWNup</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>ADi0S NOTYETGROWNUP</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/551771642/adi0s-notyetgrownup/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/551771642/adi0s-notyetgrownup/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 03:38:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;peaceeeout gayxanganame, herro even gayerone&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; i made a new xanga, cuz i gave into that damn tempation &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; simply was bored. ima forever treasure this spit, wiff all the memories &lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/STRONG&gt; all, but me movin on&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; hahaha&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;add this:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.xanga.com/Allenaj_Evall" target=_new&gt;http://www.xanga.com/Allenaj_Evall&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/551771642/adi0s-notyetgrownup/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 27, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/550930521/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/550930521/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2006 06:21:03 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;herro. its past midnite &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; im up on a school day. shameshame. ha, sike. iuno, im bored nd cant sleep&amp;nbsp;so i decided to blog. i have a strong temptation to make a new xanga, but i`ll wait a lil longer till i'll do that. still need to think of a good name anyways; suggestions are appreciated. =) &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;anyways, so earlier i was thinkin .. "damn, im fifteen." i mean, thats not even really old, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; i still have a looong way to go but like, crap, i still remember when i was five nd junk. i still remember how i acted, nd&amp;nbsp;some of the things i thought. i remember the first day of kindergarten, nd how i wore the same dress three days ina row cuz i liked it so much. lol nd how i was super duper shy! now here i am, second year in highschool.&amp;nbsp;still kinda shy, but a lot more outgoing. lookin back, seeing how i evolved into the person i am today.&amp;nbsp; iuno, its weird. nd thinkin i still got a whole life ahead of me, its kinda scary. its even scarier when you still dont even kno what you wanna do wiff your life. everyone knows i have no talent. i try something nd always fail. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; thats exactly what im afraid of doin wiff my life. all those future questions everyone thinks of -- &lt;EM&gt;will i get into a good college? will i have a good career? am i gonna be successful?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/EM&gt;nd like, i wanna go to college &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; everything, but im scared i won't put any heart into it nd drop out or something. nd i don't want that cuz&amp;nbsp;i want to help my parents out nd whateva by gettin lots of mula. =)&amp;nbsp;my moms always like "be a nurse, be a doctor" nd yadayadaya. but truth is, i really dont wanna.&amp;nbsp;i dont want to do something in the medical field. not even a lawyer er something, or any of those fancy jobs. blood freaks me out &lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/STRONG&gt; law junk pisses me off. haha. iuno what i wanna do. nd like, isnt highschool suppose to help you out wiff that kinda junk? shoot, my school def isn't helpin. its new nd everything so it practically has nuffin. jus art, music, drama, business, writing thingies, nd i honestly think thats it. no cooking thingersz, no psychology ( which i'd prolly be interested in! ), no whateva. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH, but then again, its like.. &lt;STRONG&gt;why am i thinkin bout this, im only fifteen&lt;EM&gt;!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; =) .. i still gots a few years to think bout this stuffs,&amp;nbsp; so no worries yet, rite? - ew, this blog is gross. im def a happy camper!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px outset; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px outset; FLOAT: none; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px outset; WIDTH: 304px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px outset" height=218 alt="" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/janella_fella/FAMiLY%20L0VE/hey005.jpg" width=300&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;U&gt;i rove my parents&lt;/U&gt;. =)&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/550930521/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, November 25, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/550380287/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/550380287/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 06:09:52 GMT</pubDate><description>wooooo! past two days have been prettyy amazinggggg. =) thanksgiving was prolly the best of all. not too much grub, but i still had fun wiff my cuzzos... even tho i didnt get to watch all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take The Lead&lt;/span&gt;. lol ooohmahn, then the concert! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meg&amp;amp;Dia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pink Spiders&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;. mostly was there for Meg&amp;amp;Dia but i still gots madd respect for the other peoples.&amp;nbsp; i`d have to say, missin out on all that good foods was worth it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ( &lt;/span&gt;there wasnt any mashed potatoes anyway lol &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; .. especailly the fact that you finally get to meet the one band you pretty much hear one song from at least once a day. nd when you have a brother whos dreams finally come tru when he got to be in the arms of Meg&amp;amp;Dia! lol got madd sh/t signed. prolly was buggin them. ohwells! funstuffs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="border: 0px none rgb(0, 0, 0); overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 236px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/janella_fella/OTHA%20PiCS/lalamegdia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Megggggg &amp;amp; Diaaaaa bits. no homo lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/janella_fella/OTHA%20PiCS/megdia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;brudder &amp;amp; his "wives" haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;then frifrifrifrifridaayy. black friday, hollllaa! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;) uhm, praise practice was at my house so some them peoples were here. interestingg. lol then i was out wiff mi madre to get me a new camera. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;. yupyup expect more blogs wiff more picturess in em. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif"&gt; -- anyways, then we was off to BLD. funstuffs, other than some minor stupid sturfs, i had fun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="border: 0px none rgb(0, 0, 0); overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 246px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/janella_fella/BLD%20fellers/RANDOM%20NiTES/112406/DSCN0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;rove them =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; theres more &lt;a href="http://s50.photobucket.com/albums/f316/janella_fella/BLD%20fellers/RANDOM%20NiTES/112406/" target="_new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; thats about ittt. pretty content wiff life rite now. blockin out them "destroyers" so im good. =) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/550380287/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, November 22, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/549695239/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/549695239/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Nov 2006 15:59:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;freakin my chemistry teacher is fckin gay as hell! rite after first marking period was over, he told the whole class their gradee. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; when&amp;nbsp;i got called up so i could kno mine, he told me i had a 85, which is&amp;nbsp;the lowest B in my gayass school. i mean, i honestly dont do nething in that class, unless im cheatin. =) soo i was pretty suprised..&amp;nbsp;hes a pretty horrible teacher. absolutely no one takes him seriously &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; everyone takes advantage of him. pretty much like a freakin free entertainment period. hes a joke. seriously. but today we got our report cards in homeroom. i look down the chemisty sectionn, i gots a 79! wth!?! BLAAH, im &lt;EM&gt;suppose&lt;/EM&gt; to have a B! &lt;IMG src="http://www.xanga.com/images/censored.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&amp;nbsp;freakinn homo... then when i went to chemistry, i tried askin my teacher literally a mmillion times why its different, nd he pretty much flat out ignored me&amp;nbsp;everytime. nd whats even gayer is im not the only one this happened to. ugh, this guy sucks. &lt;U&gt;he still doesnt even kno my&amp;nbsp;name&lt;/U&gt; nd its november! lol&amp;nbsp;whattadumbass. ergh, whatever. "i`ll try harder this marking period."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;happy early &lt;EM&gt;getfatter &lt;/EM&gt;day!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/549695239/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>NEW S0NG</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/547790195/new-s0ng/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/547790195/new-s0ng/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 00:32:47 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;DIV style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 0px; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 0px; WIDTH: 397px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 0px; HEIGHT: 196px"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;TABLE height=5 width=440 border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=left width=43&gt;&lt;B&gt;Artist:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD align=left width=383&gt;Ludacris&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=left width=43&gt;&lt;B&gt;Song:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD align=left width=383&gt;Runaway Love&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=left width=43&gt;&lt;B&gt;Album:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD align=left width=383&gt;Release Therapy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(f/ mary j. blige)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;(hook - mary j. blige)&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;runaway love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(verse 1 - ludacris)&lt;BR&gt;now little lisa is only 9 years old &lt;BR&gt;shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold&lt;BR&gt;why shes all all alone and they never met her family&lt;BR&gt;mamas always gone and she never met her daddy&lt;BR&gt;part of her is missin and nobody will listenin&lt;BR&gt;mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen&lt;BR&gt;bringin home men at different hours of the night&lt;BR&gt;startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight&lt;BR&gt;sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out&lt;BR&gt;tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'&lt;BR&gt;she tries to resist but then all he does is beat her&lt;BR&gt;tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her&lt;BR&gt;lisa is stuck up in the world on her own&lt;BR&gt;forced to think that hell is a place called home&lt;BR&gt;nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack&lt;BR&gt;she says shes bout to run away and never come back.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(hook - mary j. blige)&lt;BR&gt;runaway love (x8)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(verse 2 - ludacris)&lt;BR&gt;little nicole is only 10 years old&lt;BR&gt;shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold&lt;BR&gt;why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her&lt;BR&gt;alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her&lt;BR&gt;yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises&lt;BR&gt;teachers ask questions she makin up excuses&lt;BR&gt;bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out&lt;BR&gt;its only one girl really knows what she about&lt;BR&gt;her name is lil stacy and they become friends&lt;BR&gt;promise that they always be tight til the end&lt;BR&gt;until one day lil stacy gets shot&lt;BR&gt;a drive by bullet went stray up on her block&lt;BR&gt;now nicole stuck up in the world on her own&lt;BR&gt;forced to think that hell is a place called home&lt;BR&gt;nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack&lt;BR&gt;she says shes bout to run away and never come back.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(hook - mary j. blige)&lt;BR&gt;runaway love (x8)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(verse 3 - ludacris)&lt;BR&gt;little erica is eleven years old&lt;BR&gt;shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold&lt;BR&gt;so she pops x to get rid of all the pain&lt;BR&gt;cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen&lt;BR&gt;emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love&lt;BR&gt;so theres no protection hes usin no glove&lt;BR&gt;never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions&lt;BR&gt;livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction&lt;BR&gt;the days go by and her belly gets big&lt;BR&gt;the father bails out he aint ready for a kid&lt;BR&gt;knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion&lt;BR&gt;plus she lives poor so no money for abortion&lt;BR&gt;erica is stuck up in the world on her own&lt;BR&gt;forced to think that hell is a place called home&lt;BR&gt;nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack&lt;BR&gt;she say shes about to run away and never come back.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(hook - mary j. blige)&lt;BR&gt;runaway love (repeats til end)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;P&gt;kinda crazyy.. thinkin bout it. like actual sh/t like thaat actually is goinn on rite now. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; we`re jus here livin our own lives, complainin bout some stupidd.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/547790195/new-s0ng/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, November 12, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/546692554/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/546692554/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 06:13:40 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I'M SO FCKN COOL ITS RIDICULOUS&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;sikeeee.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/546692554/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, November 11, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/546401704/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/546401704/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 05:00:30 GMT</pubDate><description>hi, you're cute. now gimmie a dollar! &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/546401704/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 07, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/545435062/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/545435062/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:19:32 GMT</pubDate><description>so i was readin some of my old blogs, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;DAMN&lt;/u&gt;... i didnt even realize the fact that &lt;strong&gt;i've had this junkk since i vwas twelve&lt;/strong&gt;. obviously, i knew i've had it for a longgg time, but im fifteen now and have gonee throughh some maaajor changes since i was twelve. and youu can def tell from readinn them old blogs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;alsooo, i stumbled upon one blog i posted about two years ago, where i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made &lt;/span&gt;people fill out a survey, nd one entry def caught my attention. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; ima post the answeers i find funny cuz i kno this person still reads my blogs, even tho we dont talk no more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[4]Do you love me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAHH !! who woodn`t ?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/kiss2.gif" height="15" width="15"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[5]Are you my best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm... well ur MY best fryend&amp;nbsp;:winking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[7]Do you think our friendship will never ever brake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yup yup yup&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[10]Would you always be there for me no matter what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YAH !!, just call me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;hypocrite&lt;/i&gt;? whatever. i jus find it funny how you were pretty much the one who &lt;u&gt;broke&lt;/u&gt; all of our friendships in the first placee.. i mean, &lt;strong&gt;honestly&lt;/strong&gt;, i dont even care if we talk anymore, thats your choice. the only thing that kills me is you &lt;u&gt;fail to realize&lt;/u&gt; all the things we've done for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/545435062/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, November 03, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/544123081/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/544123081/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 18:37:05 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;God didn't promise days wiffout pain,&lt;BR&gt;laughter wiffout sorrow, &lt;BR&gt;or sun wiffout rain. &lt;BR&gt;but He did promise strength for the day, &lt;BR&gt;comfort for the tears, &lt;BR&gt;and light for the way. &lt;STRONG&gt;:&lt;/STRONG&gt;] &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLLLLAAA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/544123081/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, October 30, 2006</title><link>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/542792469/item/</link><guid>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/542792469/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 18:30:28 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;thank you for makin me feel like shit.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;you make it sound like everything we did was wrong. you dont kno anything so stfu. stop assuming things.everything that jus got better youre jus gonna make worse again.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://notyetgrownup.xanga.com/542792469/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>