<?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-5383984</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:48:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exorbitant Exclamation</title><subtitle type='html'>I like exclamation points!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-112893171848280539</id><published>2005-10-10T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:08:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell is wrong with me that I would be so emotionally crippled over someone who would marry someone else. it's not like he's all broken up about it. why should i let someone else, who i can't get to, get to me? i shouldn't. but i do. i can't help it. maybe it's because i'm weak. maybe because i'm unrealistic. maybe because i can't let go of the past.they got married.he didn't even tell me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/112893171848280539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/112893171848280539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112893171848280539' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-109972832481773847</id><published>2004-11-05T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:05:24.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You didn't even bother to CALL. you're the only one who still reads this, so i know you know who you are. You're the opposite of what  i need right now. i need to be cared for right now and you aren't around to do that. and it's not a "right now" thing either. i need to be cared for - period. all the time. people are busy. they still call. they still make themselves present. i appreciate that you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/109972832481773847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/109972832481773847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109972832481773847' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107993656875474082</id><published>2004-03-21T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T22:26:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't want to know people anymore. Stephanie the optimist is not dead, because i am eternally an optimist, but I am now and indefinitly barracaded. I will now be untouchable. I will be impervious to the wyles of anyone who tries to break down my walls from now until I feel like i have the strength to feel again.i exclaim exorbitantly that from now until i regain the will to give of myself to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107993656875474082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107993656875474082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107993656875474082' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107957495720694183</id><published>2004-03-17T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:59:10.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>single, and very conflicted, that is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107957495720694183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107957495720694183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107957495720694183' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107957490119613881</id><published>2004-03-17T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:58:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stephanie is single once more (I'm fairly positive). Eh. ttfn. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107957490119613881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107957490119613881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107957490119613881' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107828678377621616</id><published>2004-03-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:09:18.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I TOTALLY VOTED!!!!!! Go ME! I Rocked The Vote!So, I went and voted in the California primary election, I participated in Super Tuesday, I got proactive on Democracy's ass!! Then I skipped to my car yelling with glee, "I totally voted! I totally voted!" I am a super nerd, fo sho. Go Me! Everybody vote! I am now fully jazzed to be eighteen! Voting was the only eighteen-and-up thing I really ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107828678377621616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107828678377621616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107828678377621616' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-10770772312970908</id><published>2004-02-17T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:09:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh so conflictedi'm so torn. I don't know where I want to go or what I want to do - not that those of you that actually still read my random-ass blog haven't seen that song and dance before. I haven't done any photography in a month. Grr! I don't know what the heck is up with me. Umm, I'm bored like no other, too. I just need to get away, 'cause I haven't been away in so long. Maybe a trip to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10770772312970908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10770772312970908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#10770772312970908' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107647618718198901</id><published>2004-02-10T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:12:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Peep this yo . . . Get to know the REAL you by crash_and_burnYour NameYou Are A:ThugYour Favorite Band/SongLudacris - RolloutYou Like To Read:Fiction novelsYou Firmly Believe In:Orange juiceEveryone Thinks You Are:OMG WAY HOTT LOLZYou Were Conceived:UnderwaterYou Will Marry:A respectable personCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107647618718198901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107647618718198901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107647618718198901' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107647183071378743</id><published>2004-02-10T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:59:36.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stephanie's most favoritest Love Songs Evah!1) god only knows- the beach boys2)don't worry baby-the beach boys3)surfergirl-the beach boys4) wouldn't it be nice-the beach boys5) one sweet day - mariah carey and boyzIImen6) angel- aerosmith7)cryin' - aerosmith8)crazy- aerosmith9) love in a n elevator- aerosmith10)falli8n' in love is so hard on the knees-aerosmith11)pink-aeromith12)i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107647183071378743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107647183071378743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107647183071378743' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107584941302401832</id><published>2004-02-03T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:05:50.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now, I feel miserable. I feel like being miserable for a little bit, because some stuff is miserable to me right now. What gives someone the right to come and make me more miserable, because he doesn't like the fact that I'm miserable right now. Where has people's sense of acceptance gone. Why would my needing a moment to peel the plastic smile off and feel genuinely bad for a bit bother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107584941302401832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107584941302401832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584941302401832' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107492895025802295</id><published>2004-01-23T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:24:33.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last one - promise . . . My inner child is six years old!Look what I can do!  I can walk, I can run, I canread! I like to do stuff, and there's a wholebig world out there to do it in.  Just so longas I can take my blankie and my Mommy and mythree best friends with me, of course. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492895025802295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492895025802295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492895025802295' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107492836554482528</id><published>2004-01-23T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:14:48.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P You'rethe kind of chick that can hang out with yourboyfriend's friends and be silly. You don'tcare about presents or about going to fancyplaced. Hell, just hang out. You're just happybeing around your boyfriend. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492836554482528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492836554482528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492836554482528' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107492778338752682</id><published>2004-01-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:05:06.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are one of the few out there whose wings aretruly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, anddivine, you are one blessed with a certaincosmic grace. You are unequalled inpeacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being ofLight your wings are massive and a soft whiteor silver. Countless feathers grace them andradiate the light within you for all the worldto see. You are a defender, protector, andcaretaker. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492778338752682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492778338752682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492778338752682' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107492750785967175</id><published>2004-01-23T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:00:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your life belongs in the animated disney movie,Cinderella. Your life may be hard at first, butit will end with a perfect romance. Which movie do you belong in? clh brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492750785967175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492750785967175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492750785967175' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107492718728968685</id><published>2004-01-23T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T22:55:09.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it. didn't. work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492718728968685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492718728968685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492718728968685' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107492336594132497</id><published>2004-01-23T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:51:28.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie Stephanie StephanieStephanie Stephanie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492336594132497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107492336594132497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492336594132497' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107483669702590979</id><published>2004-01-22T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:46:58.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omgzya know what rocks? really old songs from old movies. I mean, "Singin' in the Rain", "By the light of the Silvery Moon", it takes a lot to beat those. ttyl. PS, if you love me, you'll go to Disney On Ice Princess Classics with me, and buy good seats for us! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107483669702590979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107483669702590979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107483669702590979' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107449928227022592</id><published>2004-01-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:03:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the past two weeks, I've been exhibiting more respect, self-control, and mature behavior than any other time in my life. It's gotten me nothing. My father has treated me like more of a incompetent, infantile creature in the last two weeks than any other time in my life. I feel utterly disregarded. Help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107449928227022592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107449928227022592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107449928227022592' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107423606836241837</id><published>2004-01-15T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:56:20.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I'm 18 now. I feel older. It's wierd. Uh . . . I'm gonna have Justin at a party with a bunch the people that I've talked about Justin to.  Hmm...gonna be interesting - very interesting. I introduced to boy to some of the extended fam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107423606836241837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107423606836241837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107423606836241837' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107353234078465015</id><published>2004-01-07T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:27:22.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not much to write about lately. three days till my b-day. don't really feel like doing anything. but i wanna run around with all my friends. i dunno. more later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107353234078465015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107353234078465015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107353234078465015' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107256378593987826</id><published>2003-12-27T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T14:24:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, so the big one-eight s right around the corner(14 days away!OMG!), and that's it right now. And Sam gets back from NYC today! Yay! And I'm joining the Polar Bear Club at midnight this New Year's Eve! Okay, that was it. ;) Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107256378593987826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107256378593987826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107256378593987826' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107144536702003341</id><published>2003-12-14T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T21:49:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>***Stephanie's Wishlist for the Winter 2003~2004 Giftgiving Season***1) this from tshirthell.com2)and this3)hehe. these too.4) A mix Cd of all my favorite Christmas songs (see list posted below. thanks)....and for Sam1) The Canon EOS Digital Rebel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107144536702003341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107144536702003341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107144536702003341' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107144426978404060</id><published>2003-12-14T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T15:38:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*~*~Stephanie's List of the Best Christmas Songs~*~*1) White Christmas - Bing Crosby2)Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas-Judy Garland3) All I Want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey4) Santa Baby-Ertha Kit5) The night Santa went Crazy- Wierd Al6) Come Home For Christmas-The Eagles7) Christmas Again-Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107144426978404060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107144426978404060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107144426978404060' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107111704739904329</id><published>2003-12-10T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:31:51.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, do you ever have one of those "i just don't know what to do moments (I know you do, 'cause everyone does), when you know exactly what you should say, and exactly who you should say it to, but for an inexplicable - or, more accurately, ineffable - reason, you just don't? Isn't that wierd? Personally, holding back is never something that has afflicted me; bad timing is what has. I dunno. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107111704739904329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107111704739904329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107111704739904329' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107092522660919670</id><published>2003-12-08T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:14:48.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Makes You Sexy? by eva71Name/NickNameGenderSexy Body Part IsYour KneesSpecial Talents AreKissingCreated with quill18's MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107092522660919670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107092522660919670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107092522660919670' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107084794413927482</id><published>2003-12-07T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T17:46:44.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna know a secret? I listened to a techno remix of Final Fantasy music, . . . and I liked it! Crazy wierd... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107084794413927482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107084794413927482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107084794413927482' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107079028068577335</id><published>2003-12-07T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T01:45:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone! I decided a change would do me good, so, voila! g'night!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107079028068577335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107079028068577335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107079028068577335' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107067714481136759</id><published>2003-12-05T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:20:02.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BtW, everyone, I promise to try not to ever sound any more 12-year-old-AOLer than I just did in the last post. And you all know I was just kidding about the excessive z's...right? Okay. Late.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107067714481136759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107067714481136759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107067714481136759' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-107067688841497095</id><published>2003-12-05T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:17:53.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omgz, like, I haven't posted here in dayz! Lolz! So, those of you who catch up on me here, probably thought I was dead or sumn', eh? Quite to the contrary, I've been quite alive. I took my SAT's, and I did alright (1210, baby! w00t for Stephanie! 650 verbal and 560 math.) My Andy Grimm, a.k.a. Fuzzy, either a) got over me, or b) got the hint. The mysterious stalker-esque phone calls I'd been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107067688841497095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/107067688841497095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107067688841497095' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-10654201859480470</id><published>2003-10-05T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T23:04:19.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RodneyCameHome! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !!  ! ! !!  ! ! !! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !! ! ! ! ! !! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !! ! ! !! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10654201859480470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10654201859480470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#10654201859480470' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106334707351963959</id><published>2003-09-11T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T23:11:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is me jumping up and down on my better judgement, going "Haha, you're so smushed!" I don't know why. It's the wierdest thing, but for the first time in my life I'm scared to leave - to graduate, to move away, to move on. It's like, I've spent 12 years trying utterly fruitlessly to assimilate to living in this ridiculous city - a place where I've met otracization since day one for being an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106334707351963959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106334707351963959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106334707351963959' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106331841509745798</id><published>2003-09-11T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T15:13:35.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I post here again, trust me, it'll be against my better judgement. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106331841509745798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106331841509745798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106331841509745798' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106307125145911653</id><published>2003-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:34:11.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Although I'm sure most of you are sick to death of heaqring about this, hey, it's my blog -  It's not like you have to read it - anyway; where do people get off thinking that it's alright to not apologize when they hurt their friends, hmm? I'm waiting... I guess I better not hold my breath for an answer on that one. Oh well. This one's beating a dead horse, too (so to speak that is. I'd never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106307125145911653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106307125145911653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106307125145911653' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106247878150293217</id><published>2003-09-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:59:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to put some of your concerned minds at ease (thanks deb, and sam, and mike(2x), and matt, and john - wow that's starting to sound like romper room, any whos...), i am in fact in a much better mood altogether. I've discovered that I am a shopaholic and that I take comfort in shopping, and i did some kickass shopping today! Yay commerce! Yay retail! Yay for mommies that give you money for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106247878150293217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106247878150293217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106247878150293217' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106220213515705217</id><published>2003-08-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T17:08:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are the "I hate you so bad" happybunny. You hate everyone and eveything and yournot ashamed of it. which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106220213515705217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106220213515705217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106220213515705217' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106216343713130999</id><published>2003-08-29T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T06:33:32.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretending that Democracy is a good thing makes me sad. It's much more like the lesser of two evils. Damn, everything brings me down right now. Just a thought. Late, yo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106216343713130999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106216343713130999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106216343713130999' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106216310132842826</id><published>2003-08-29T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T06:32:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so far, I've been awake for eighteen hours - my record this summer. I'm experiencing a lucidity of mind and energy level that really belies my emotional state at present. About three hours ago, I gave myself a severly neccessary manicure and pedicure ( a morale boost), then I watched that sad movie, Radio Flyer ( a booster/bummer concoction). There you have it - the highlights of my day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106216310132842826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106216310132842826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106216310132842826' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-10620495565390278</id><published>2003-08-27T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:45:56.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired of being mistreated and forgotten by the people that should be doing the opposite to me. Fuck 'em all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10620495565390278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10620495565390278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#10620495565390278' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106187792256502181</id><published>2003-08-25T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T23:05:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i knew it....You are Aurora from Sleeping Beauty! What Disney Princess are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106187792256502181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106187792256502181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106187792256502181' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106110470948114243</id><published>2003-08-17T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T00:18:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG! i just took a walk with jacob and i was kinda hyper and he said a) that i was the best cartoon everyday - a compliment on my outstanding personality and b) that i was behaving as though on mescaline</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106110470948114243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106110470948114243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106110470948114243' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106085087856661739</id><published>2003-08-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T01:52:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was just rock awesome! Lots of shitty stuff happened, but still I had a good time. I think those are the best kind of days - when bad things happen, but it really doesn't get you down. I had a flat tire, and it was fun - sincerely fun, not sarcastically! I love when I get to play with cars and fix stuf about them! I kicked my curfew in the ass without even lying, to boot! Just smiles all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106085087856661739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106085087856661739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106085087856661739' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-106033402647107312</id><published>2003-08-08T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T02:13:46.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy in Love - Beyonce Knowles f. Jay-ZLets talk about my summer. Every summer since the one between eighth grade and fresman year Hotel California by the entirely transcendental Eagles has been my and my closest friends' theme song, as it is this summer - my last of childhood, my last of highschool. This summer, Crazy in Love has rivaled Hotel California for the sacred ranking as my song of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106033402647107312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/106033402647107312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106033402647107312' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105989757510365037</id><published>2003-08-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T00:59:35.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am officially "over" a couple of certain someones. Thank God, because damn, was that shit getting old. Well that was nice. Bye for now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105989757510365037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105989757510365037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105989757510365037' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105980866997364354</id><published>2003-08-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T00:18:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't that interesting...Well, some of you who know me in real life already understand this fact, but those of you who don't I'm gonna throw some common sense your way: the more interesting and drama-filled my life is, the less interesting my blog becomes; the converse is also true. I'm in a rough spot right now. I miss my car (which I don't get back for another 12 days *tear**sniff*), the guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105980866997364354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105980866997364354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105980866997364354' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-10591631780230527</id><published>2003-07-25T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T12:59:37.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I took the geek test and this is how I rated: 34.91124% - Total Geek. Umm, I think some would beg to differ, but whatever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10591631780230527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/10591631780230527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#10591631780230527' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105873100539916670</id><published>2003-07-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T12:56:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For most, Friday or Saturday is the day in a week filled with capitalistic drudgery and/or academic toiling that is unsoiled by either. Fiday or Saturday night is always the night for all the best recreational pastimes - boozin', causing trouble, all that good stuff. For me, hump day is the day of good company, good times, and staying out all night - inconsequential Wednesday. Every Wednesday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105873100539916670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105873100539916670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105873100539916670' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105850552790887849</id><published>2003-07-17T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T22:18:47.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi everyone (What, all...two of you?)! Anyway, I have rejoined the workforce, and damn is it boring. Retail is an interesting business, except...it's not. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105850552790887849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105850552790887849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105850552790887849' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105831285737743126</id><published>2003-07-15T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T16:47:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm...I'm not sure about this one.Hey Princess! Get off your cell phone and listenup!  There is more to life than the mall, boys,and your hair.  You are the typical look-obsessed, popular "cool" girl. What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105831285737743126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105831285737743126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105831285737743126' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105830993994895146</id><published>2003-07-15T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T15:58:59.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another...daySo I am officially re-employed, and to those of you lucky enough to know my place of employment, you should go there and hang out with me and buy stuff. they re-modeled. It's better now. =) Originally, I really hated having to quit my job, as bad as it was, but now i'm used to not having to work and have even gotten used to mooching off of my parents again. And now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105830993994895146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105830993994895146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105830993994895146' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105825552198572835</id><published>2003-07-15T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T00:52:01.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am starting my official Pirates of the Caribbean Viewings count.Pirates of the Caribbean Viewings to Date: 2I'm tired and I'm out.I wish I had a dollar for everytime that I thought about a particular cowboy withou6t wanting to. That would give me enough currency to make me happy. And taking into account my tendency to feign after luxary sports cars, that's an awful lot of money.Yeah, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105825552198572835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105825552198572835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105825552198572835' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105790204600638221</id><published>2003-07-10T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T22:40:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just damn all flirty, motorcycle-driving, fantastic hair/eyes/smile-having, playa cowboys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And damn slow pretty country songs that when sung by aforementioned parties, make aforementioned parties damn hotter! And damn Toby Keith, and damn "beer for my horses..."!!!! G'night, Pardners.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105790204600638221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105790204600638221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105790204600638221' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105763191927925398</id><published>2003-07-07T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T19:38:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot; Happy Birthday to Bubbles! Yay for him being 17!Anyway, this whole my car accident thing has me waaay wigged out. I just keep thinking about it...a lot...like, all the time. It's really bad. I can barely sleep. I HATE, more than a lot of things, being driven around by other people. It's really difficult accepting the way that other people drive, when you know that - in at least</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105763191927925398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105763191927925398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105763191927925398' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105763043917027635</id><published>2003-07-07T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T19:13:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check it out people! I have a barcode! WooHoo for meee! (Btw, I'm not actually that excited about it. I'm just fairly peppy - not like evil cheerleader peppy, regular peppy.) Super! LJ BarcodeLJ username: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105763043917027635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105763043917027635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105763043917027635' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105743895867485011</id><published>2003-07-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T14:02:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a car accident yesterday. I don't want to think about it right now, 'cause when i do it makes my head hurt and my chest feel all tight. Yesterday just sucked ass completely - except that the cowboy was around for a couple of hours; that kicked ass like nothing else. BtW, no one got hurt, except for my car. =( I'll tell all of you the gory(not really) details when it's easier. TTFN.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105743895867485011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105743895867485011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105743895867485011' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105743869295618576</id><published>2003-07-05T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T13:58:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105743869295618576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105743869295618576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105743869295618576' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105734470548662853</id><published>2003-07-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T12:29:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aiight, I forgave Sam. Whatev.Anyway, the cowboy I met at my teacher's party is just completly hott (yes; with two "t"s.). I totally love him; he's not only in love with me, but with everyone else, including himself. Now country music is ruined for me, because i can't listen to it without thinking about him. So, yeah; I feel like a stupid idiot. The end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105734470548662853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105734470548662853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105734470548662853' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105712760992807810</id><published>2003-07-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T11:48:10.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the party was half kick-ass and half the suck, but whatev. I am beginning a campaign to replace my best friend, because she's the worst "friend" i have. There's a poolhall that our general group of friends frequents. It's the only one in town. It takes about fifteen minutes to get to from our general neighborhood. All  of us know where it is. This hall is not in the greatest neighborhood. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105712760992807810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105712760992807810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105712760992807810' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105686918613672796</id><published>2003-06-28T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:49:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ResidueResidual feelings are nuisances. It's like, you know someone isn't right for you - you just don't click- and you let them know that as much as you adore them, that's the way you feel. That person understands how you feel, and the issue of certain declarations made is resolved. It's done. Right?Wrong. I can't stop thinking, "What if we just got together? It's not like marriage. But that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105686918613672796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105686918613672796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686918613672796' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105675283105175638</id><published>2003-06-27T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T15:27:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As, a woman there are certain times when someone calls you a bitch and the person that does so, does so without provocation, and the person that does so is not a close friend kidding with you, but some random acquaintence whom you may have not even had a cnversation with. This causes a feeling of extreme...violation; and there really isn't a thing that can be done to reverse it. At best, revenge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105675283105175638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105675283105175638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105675283105175638' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-105669110078249013</id><published>2003-06-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T15:14:09.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi! Summer School blows! The administration sucks! Don't get the wrong impression... Well, anyway, yay to me! I successfully let down a prospective suitor who had unrequited affections for me, without incurring heartache or discouragemnt! I feel down right relieved. It isn't that I actuallyincur these things, mind you. They just always seem to come with the territory; but this time they didn't. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105669110078249013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/105669110078249013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105669110078249013' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95950942</id><published>2003-06-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T09:54:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god. So, i'm a little over a week out of school, and already, I can't wait for summer to end! Grrr! Firstly, I don't even want to go to summer school at all. Originally, I'd been amiable to it because a bunch of my friends and acquaintences are there; at El Dorado that is. But do I get to go there? No-oo! I have to drive all the way out to the boonies in Pleasant Hill, where I know one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95950942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95950942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95950942' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95911367</id><published>2003-06-21T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T23:57:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, since so many of you think that I am a bitch, I decided to find out precisely which kind of bitch I am.You Are A Maneating Bitch!You're looking to get the most out each guy you're with -Until the next one comes along tomorrow!You leave all of your ex boyfriends *broke* and *drained*!What Kind of Bitch Are *You*?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95911367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95911367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95911367' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95911040</id><published>2003-06-21T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T23:38:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aight, here we go nowSo, I am going to receal the most unflattering thing that I've ever done to a guy. A friend of mine who graduated in the class of '02 had a lot of younger friends who happened to still be on highschool (supposedly). Accordingly, this friend of mine would show up at school once in a while this past term, beginning around November, to see old friends. On one such occasion, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95911040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95911040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95911040' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95881769</id><published>2003-06-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T19:42:35.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To delve into the past for a bit... This blog was founded upon the premis that I should inform the world about my happenings while happily excluding my immediate family from my almost daily revelations, since my little sis found my old blog and I needed to replace it with one she wouldn't find. I've decided to resurrect my previous blog. It can be found at left.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95881769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95881769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95881769' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95880885</id><published>2003-06-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T19:00:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a toss-up...exorbitant exclamationMagic Number16JobCelebrity NobodyPersonalityParanoid And With Good ReasonTemperamentAngry - At EverthingSexualIf I Have ToLikely To WinA Duel With PistolsMe - In A WordDullColourBrought to you by MemeJack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95880885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95880885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95880885' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95854370</id><published>2003-06-19T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T23:35:42.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There you have it.richard preston rocksMagic Number7JobConservationistPersonalityChancerTemperamentPussy CatSexualIf I Have ToLikely To WinA Duel With PistolsMe - In A WordChinnyColourBrought to you by MemeJack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95854370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95854370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95854370' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95853262</id><published>2003-06-19T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T22:45:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But who cares about Richard Preston when you've just returned from Disneyland!?! Not me! Well, my Disneyland experience was mixed, so, right now I think a little bit of shut-eye is in order, and following the further analysis of my time most recently spent at the Magic Kingdom, I will post the high- and low- lights.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95853262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95853262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95853262' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95853164</id><published>2003-06-19T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T22:41:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I was promted by mention of my URL, to elaborate upon it. Richard Preston is an author whose work I happen to enjoy. I figured that with the URL http://www.richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com, the likelyhood of my sister figuring out that it's my blog if she happened upon it would be greatly decreased. Richard Preston really does rock though, if epidemiology is your thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95853164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95853164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95853164' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95852838</id><published>2003-06-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T22:26:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I just got back from four mediocre days spent at the hapiest place on earth - Disneyland! And where is my welcome wagon of online firends to welcome my arrival? Not even bothering to notice that I'm back and on AIM as we speak! &gt; (  Well, sucks for them; they get no presents!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95852838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95852838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95852838' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95678828</id><published>2003-06-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T22:36:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Vindicated Cynic's cynacism could beat up Jacob's cynacism any day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95678828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95678828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95678828' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95540135</id><published>2003-06-11T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:24:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey people, I so wasn't kidding about the Jay and Silent Bob bookends... These timeless keepsakes are limited to only 1500 pairs, and I am quite inclined to believe that there are more than 1500 Jay and Silent Bob fans more than willing to spend $129 on a pair of those bookends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95540135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95540135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95540135' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95529108</id><published>2003-06-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:04:29.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, blogging is hard to do right now, because all that I feel compelledt odo right now is wax (that's right, I used the verb wax!) sentimental, but even I wouldn't want to read it.Whatever! I'm gonna do it anyway! So, junior year is about to end and in one year and a couple days from now, I'll have graduated. It's a little frightening to think about. I've been living the easy lazy-ass lifestyle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95529108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95529108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95529108' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95528264</id><published>2003-06-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T17:35:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As some of you may notice, I deleted my post from June the fourth which detailed my most recent argument justifying my intermittant hatred of them. I deleted it for a few reasons: 1) profanity when overused in such a manner as I chose to overuse it, is really weak and unintelligent. 2) I posted that post in a very upset moment and have since thought better of my parents, or at least of speaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95528264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95528264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95528264' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95411690</id><published>2003-06-07T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T12:01:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Mr.Breakfast is my epicurial (does that make sense? it should...) messiah! And, yes, at Beaver's birthday breakfast with Beaver and Bubbles, I did have ketchup with some egg in it, but there were hash-browns in it too!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95411690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95411690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95411690' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95400888</id><published>2003-06-07T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T00:09:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul Walker is a fine, fine man - and confirmed as such at tonight's viewing of 2fast2furious. By the way, it was much better than I (and many others) thought it would be, despite the absence of Vin Diesel (which really goes unnoticed throughout the film and in no way degrades the quality of said film). So yeah, I went to that with Beaver, Mike, Deb, &amp; George - most of the gang. Then in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95400888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95400888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95400888' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95352234</id><published>2003-06-05T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:14:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess that was kind of Yay...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95352234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95352234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95352234' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95352216</id><published>2003-06-05T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:13:39.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's some not-so Yay; my senior buddies are leaving me! Whaaa! *cries* *whines* I'm really happy for them, just not so happy for me. Oh well, YAY for Graduation parties! YAAAAAYYY!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95352216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95352216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95352216' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95352123</id><published>2003-06-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:10:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I'm in a considerably better state of mind today. And, today was Beaver's birthday! Yay Beaver! I'm getting a departmental award tomorrow for industrial technology and I'm ecstatic over it! I love auto-shop! I started Auto shop as a sophomore not knowing anything beyond the neccessary about automobiles, and now I totally get them! I am genuinely thankful that my mom forced me to stay in Auto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95352123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95352123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95352123' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95350845</id><published>2003-06-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T18:31:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If anyone ever wanted to buy me anything ever, this is the right thing to buy. Or, ya know what? Stealing them would be okay, too. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95350845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95350845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95350845' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95269958</id><published>2003-06-03T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T21:46:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so, I  have to write this piddly little essay which happens to be worth a good chunk of my grade and I cannot come up with a decent topic to fit it's perameters so I'm only like so close to killing myself over it (don't try to talk me out of it, Jacob). Every idea that I come up with is sad and makes me not want to write anything at all. Rather, the topics that keep bolting to the top of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95269958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95269958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95269958' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95217168</id><published>2003-06-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T19:08:49.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am totally crushing (to be such a phrase snatcher), on a pothead of all occupations! He is all that I can even think about right know, thus the basis of this blog entry! I seriously think he likes me too! Oh my gosh, I'm being such a third grader! * giggles shamelessly like a schoolgirl*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95217168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95217168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95217168' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95147083</id><published>2003-06-01T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T01:32:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Well, Well, (hehe, I just felt like saying that! :) ) I am in a prime mood to catch those of you concerned up on my last couple of days...Friday was a big jar of YAY! First, I went to school and fixed a car in autoshop with mi amigas super quickly, so after that, we just spent first period hanging around the shop pestering Harv-dog (a.k.a. Mr. Harvey) 'cause that is just oodles of fun. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95147083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95147083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95147083' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95068532</id><published>2003-05-29T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T22:53:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where has the Rice Krispies Treat's cereal gone, DAMNIT!?!?!?Okay, so whoever doesn't know what I'm talking about, raise your hand up high. Okay, now lower them and smack the shit out of yourself because you've been fucking living UNDER A ROCK AND ARE A FUCKING IDIOT!So anyways, beautiful people that brought you Rice Krispies brought us the blesed invention that was Rice Krispies Treats cereal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95068532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95068532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95068532' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-95023196</id><published>2003-05-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:02:34.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have successfully evaded my optics test in Physics for two weeks, and will do so for another two!!!! Stephanie is my name, procrastination is my game! Wow, so the end of another school year is rapidly impending, and I do have to say that I'm going to miss it. I kind of loved this school year. I had a lot of fun. I actually had a class with Jacob for the first time in a few years. I developed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95023196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/95023196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95023196' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94969605</id><published>2003-05-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T19:50:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I finally did two things, the accomlishment of either warranting a finally. Firstly, I spoke to my manager about re-hiring me for summer. He's all like, "fer sure." My bank acount is all like, "WHOOHOO!!!!!!!", especially since I finally accomplished my second finally activity of the day. I finally purchased my Cathy Jean shoes! WHOOHOO!!!!!! So, there you have it.Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94969605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94969605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94969605' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94969326</id><published>2003-05-27T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T19:43:17.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so, my Memorial day weekend:Friday i went to school and Penovich "forgot" that i had to make up my optics test (YaY). It was soooo hot! Went swimming at Em's then I went to see Bruce Almighty for the first time.Saturday I went to my aunt's house for a quasi-barbeque (KFC and ribs from safeway).Sunday enormous fight with parents. all priviliges revokedMonday all priviliges restored got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94969326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94969326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94969326' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94818905</id><published>2003-05-23T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T23:32:04.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey people (or person, as the case may be)! Long time, no blog. Well today Bruce Almighty opened and I had the supreme (I could've said "divine") pleasure of viewing it. It was incredible! Everyone should see it! Well, actually, I wouldn't bring along any impressionable potty mouths on the vergew of verbal waste spillage - the encouragement could be catastrophic. Bruce Almighty is the best movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94818905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94818905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94818905' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94667142</id><published>2003-05-20T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T20:38:25.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg! the hellmouth demons look like orcs!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94667142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94667142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94667142' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94666837</id><published>2003-05-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T20:30:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omfg! Buffy's going into the Hellmouth! By the way, is it just me or has the whole last season been, like, "hey potential slayer girls join the buffy somers cult. learn her ways, live her ways." i thought it wassemi creepy, but whatev. more later, loyal readers (by that i clearly mean jacob)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94666837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94666837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94666837' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94622305</id><published>2003-05-20T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T00:35:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bah! The one weeknight I'm awake at this hour, and nobody is up! None of my buddies are on AIM, not even Jacob! Now there's some irony; me awake at midnight and Jacob not! Oodles of exclamation! Yay, Clerks is on! I heart Kevin Smith flicks like no other! Hands down best one: Mallrats; maybe Dogma! So, anywhos, I'm awake at this ungodly hour due to the fact that I am like the least capable of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94622305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94622305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94622305' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94615831</id><published>2003-05-19T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T21:04:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you jinx someone, it is required that you shout "personal jinx!" then count to ten before they do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94615831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94615831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94615831' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94597598</id><published>2003-05-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T13:37:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jacob is an asshole. That is all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94597598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94597598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94597598' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94551434</id><published>2003-05-18T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T15:30:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Matrix Reloaded was only sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad. It put me into such a funk that I haven't been posting. The End</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94551434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94551434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94551434' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94473701</id><published>2003-05-16T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T15:39:08.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude today was THE SUCK. It was boring and loooonng. Justin still hasn't called me and the temptation to take him because I can have him is ever increasing seeing as how I don't have any better offers these days. Not one person that should have won the class elections did. I missed Jacob. Mrs. Allan was in an " I'm gonna f*** up your morning just because I can &gt;)" mood (Wtf!?!). I got called "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94473701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94473701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94473701' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94418563</id><published>2003-05-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T16:54:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was not cool. That's all I've got to say about that right now...Now, this is cool!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94418563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94418563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94418563' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94351004</id><published>2003-05-14T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T14:32:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a sucker for DIY projects!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94351004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94351004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94351004' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94310484</id><published>2003-05-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T22:00:55.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya know, if you happen to glance upon my first post to this blog, you'll see that her invasiveness is the reason for this blog's creation - damn evil demon seed!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94310484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94310484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94310484' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94310391</id><published>2003-05-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T06:46:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my sister so much more than I hate anybody else. She's seriously evil! What's worse is that she gets away with it even though everyone else knows she's evil. My parents practically encourage it. It's disgusting. I'm this close *holds index finger and thumb about a centimeter apart* to losing any social life excluding said evil progeny of said evil parents due to the fact that I'm forced to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94310391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94310391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94310391' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94304407</id><published>2003-05-13T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T19:56:51.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*loathes self for being angst-ridden*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94304407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94304407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94304407' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383984.post-94300302</id><published>2003-05-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T18:35:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh GOD, the angst!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94300302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383984/posts/default/94300302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richard_preston_rocks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94300302' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><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></entry></feed>
