<?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-6312661</id><updated>2012-01-23T09:02:46.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Moment......</title><subtitle type='html'>Some things a heart wont listen to ... Im still holding out for you....
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109263283092644314</id><published>2004-08-15T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:07:10.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two days</title><summary type='text'>Well I had my going away party yesterday... it was sad... having to say goodbye to people that influenced my life.... time to grow up..... crazy.... 2 people didnt come that I wanted to say goodbye to.... one... she didnt pass her driving test and was too embarresed to see people... that sucked... It was the last time I would have gotten to see her and instead of saying goodbye she had a pitty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109263283092644314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109263283092644314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109263283092644314' title='two days'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109238545678080901</id><published>2004-08-13T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T01:24:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zupergurly: hey!Bucky141: hey whats going on?zupergurly: meh nm i'm boredzupergurly: how about urself?Bucky141: bored... hahaha just got back from a movie with my girls hahazupergurly: awe what did u see?Bucky141: the notebook... depressing...zupergurly: i heard that it was really goodzupergurly: almost everyone that i have heard that has seen it has criedBucky141: ya it was but if your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109238545678080901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109238545678080901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109238545678080901' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109219697772797288</id><published>2004-08-10T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:47:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still holding out for you.....</title><summary type='text'>Never thought I'd be in this placeSomeone else's life I'm livingWish I were living a lieThe hardest part is when the bow breaksFalling down and then forgivingYou didn't kiss me goodbyeI'm choking on the words I didn't get to sayAnd pray I get the chance one dayI still run I still swing open the doorI still think you'll be there like beforeDoesn't everybody out there know to never come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109219697772797288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109219697772797288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109219697772797288' title='Still holding out for you.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109194400628791829</id><published>2004-08-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T02:22:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever:1. Been kissed: yea2. Eaten sushi: love it3. Gotten hyper: yes, who doesnt4. Been dumped: no5. Eaten an entire pizza by yourself: haha no But that would be an accomplishment6. Been a rebel: kinda not that bad.... yet8. Gotten in a car accident: yes alli was with me on that one9. ever liked someone older: I dont dig younger guys10. Seen the white house: yea11. Hiked a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109194400628791829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109194400628791829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109194400628791829' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109132245843575749</id><published>2004-07-31T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T17:01:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.....</title><summary type='text'>So I think I have come a point in my life that I see all the people that I went to high school with and even though we had good times I dont care if I ever see some of them again... At this age they all use you.... drinking... some place to go late at night... someone to cuddle with when you have no one... but once something happens they stop talking to you... It sucks... I have realized that the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109132245843575749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109132245843575749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109132245843575749' title='Goodbye.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109107398939858025</id><published>2004-07-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:06:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same shit different day...</title><summary type='text'>wow  san Francisco was SO amazing.... I don't really want to write about it because I think it might ruin the memory... If that makes sense.... I have had a lot on my mind lately.... People.... Like someone who I used to be really close with changed SO much because of someone else.... Never thought that would happen.. Hope they wise up soon.... Then there's someone that I care about but don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109107398939858025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109107398939858025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109107398939858025' title='Same shit different day...'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-109038759330483299</id><published>2004-07-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T17:01:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Well I dont know what I feel now... Im so scared to leave... So many people that I dont want to say goodbye to.... I am writting letters to the people that I care about and saying goodbye that way... I wrote him a letter... I am so scared to give it to him... Not because I still like him but just because.. Ya know? I didnt write it to hurt him in anyway but just to tell him how I feel... Crazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109038759330483299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/109038759330483299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109038759330483299' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108945144536012422</id><published>2004-07-10T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T02:24:05.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH.....</title><summary type='text'>I just want to scream.... There has been this guy in my life since 6th grade... We have always had feelings for eachother but couldnt act on those due to complications... Hes one of my brothers best friends... well at my sisters wedding he said he wanted to be with me... I was with someone else.. so I told him to wait for me. when I broke up with that guy I found out he had a new girl well He has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108945144536012422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108945144536012422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108945144536012422' title='AHHHH.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108941593590898331</id><published>2004-07-09T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:32:15.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna Live....</title><summary type='text'>I hate boys... I dont understand what they think.. how they think... I got rid of one... took on Three and am still really lost... AHHHHHH........ I am so tired of drama... thought it ended with high school but boy drama NEVER ends... It keeps bitting me in the ass.... AHHHHHHHH well on a good note my roommate emailed me... I hope we get along... you know me and girls hahahahaha... well I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108941593590898331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108941593590898331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108941593590898331' title='I wanna Live....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108787831314285192</id><published>2004-06-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:25:13.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting at home....</title><summary type='text'>Patrick I love you... (is that better) haha So today kinda was out of the norm... I started practicing with Pep again.. Jack said I could play for free as long as I help coach.. so that is easy enough for me... yaa... and then I came home and slept hahaha I wanna go visit waleed but he said he looks really bad and he doesnt want to see me like that... :(  o well... then I took this math test for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108787831314285192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108787831314285192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108787831314285192' title='Sitting at home....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108707951981563636</id><published>2004-06-12T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:31:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness??</title><summary type='text'>I dont know what happened but as soon as I crossed that stage everything was lifted off my back.... I am a new person woohoo!! I dont think I am completely happy but pretty close... Im going on a date with a really cute/nice/funny/charming/ guy I am really excited we have been talking a lot and hes really cool... I believe I am over him... not because of the new guy but because Im done hurting.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108707951981563636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108707951981563636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108707951981563636' title='Happiness??'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108674855605238951</id><published>2004-06-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:35:56.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last final</title><summary type='text'>So I am sitting here debating on writing my essay... I have to get the motivation first... Its soo hard after tomorrow its over forever!! CRAZY!!!!! but I still gotta take this one last final.... grrrr and I have to write a page essay on economics... and I hate that kinda stuff... its too frustrating.. and annoying...and I have to watch the boys.. they are watching looney toons downstairs... oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108674855605238951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108674855605238951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108674855605238951' title='The last final'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108658706846854338</id><published>2004-06-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T22:44:28.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason....</title><summary type='text'>Im not a perfect person there's many things I wish I didn't do but I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you and so I have to say before I go I just want you to know I found a reason for me to change who I used to be a reason to start over new and the reason is you...I dont know what to do... At prom some guy saw me and asked this girl for my number... I gave it to her not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108658706846854338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108658706846854338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108658706846854338' title='The reason....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108646743670231605</id><published>2004-06-05T13:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T22:46:21.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true true true</title><summary type='text'>cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to beclose to your special someone and feel warm,comfortable, and needed What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by QuizillaHumm interesting.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108646743670231605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108646743670231605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108646743670231605' title='true true true'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108631045363286682</id><published>2004-06-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T17:54:13.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is near.....</title><summary type='text'>So school is pretty much over for me... finally... but that just means moving away.... leaving people I love to have an adventure of my own... I feel like frodo baggins hahaha everyone is done with there adventure and I am just starting mine... Oh what to do... Devo told me if I stayed here I would be the assistant coach for the girls team.. that would be awsome... but I know I need to go... If I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108631045363286682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108631045363286682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108631045363286682' title='the end is near.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108563463404057378</id><published>2004-05-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:10:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHH</title><summary type='text'>OMG this night keeps getting worse!!!! so i had to coach AGAIN tonight... dropped my phone in the pool and yes it is broken... grrr... then I realize that i have to send my homework in on line thats okay right.. wrong!!! i get almost all done and it erases on me... i want to cry.... and i still have to make a note card for the test tomorrow.. and i have to do good on this test... the end of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108563463404057378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108563463404057378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108563463404057378' title='AHHHHHH'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108552800025465193</id><published>2004-05-25T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T16:33:20.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm..........</title><summary type='text'>So I haven't been acting like myself lately... I dont know why either... I hooked up with someone just to hook up and it was wierd... I have never done that before... Now we are awkward where as before we were friends... I dont know.. things are wierd right now... Im wierd right now.. I guess I am trying to find out who I really am... I feel kinda fake and I hate it... I thought I knew who I was.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108552800025465193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108552800025465193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108552800025465193' title='Hummm..........'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108536964327040690</id><published>2004-05-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:34:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend of all weekends..</title><summary type='text'>Holy crap this weekend was soo awsome... friday night party at Katies house which totally rocked then... clubbin sat night... the only bad thing is now I am sick... and I start working tomorrow.. at Jacks Cafe.. come visit me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108536964327040690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108536964327040690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108536964327040690' title='The weekend of all weekends..'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108473696567405620</id><published>2004-05-16T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T12:50:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Hello...</title><summary type='text'>Hello Mr. Heartache... I have been expecting you....Loneliness has settled... Go away and don't look back or stay...Work full time and move out... or go and get everything handed to me??everyone I know goes away in the endMove in with Katie or Move in with a Polo girl from ASU...be alone.. Or be with ones I love...Ventura or ASU??Beach or desert??Everything is all right if I just breath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108473696567405620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108473696567405620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108473696567405620' title=' Hello...'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108441766816605677</id><published>2004-05-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:09:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom..</title><summary type='text'>What can I say about a perfect night... Everyone was perfect and the day was wonderful... It was the best night of my High school life and I will never forget it... Something ended for good on that night but I am happy that it did... We went through a lot and now its done but I am not sad... I am happy with the time we did have and will never forget the good times... Have you ever felt content is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108441766816605677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108441766816605677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108441766816605677' title='Prom..'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108371728721747824</id><published>2004-05-04T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:39:11.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want...</title><summary type='text'>The one thing I want is so simple yet I haven't found someone who will do it... I want someone to want to be with me as much as I want to be with them... I want someone to call me just to see if I am thinking about them.... I want someone to think about me when hes not with me... I want someone to TRY... I want romance... I want flowers just to say that they care... even if its a small daisy or a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108371728721747824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108371728721747824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108371728721747824' title='What I want...'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108285359541160847</id><published>2004-04-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:43:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The format</title><summary type='text'>"i can stand to think about a heart so big it hurts like hell oh my god i gave my best for 3 whole years to analyze this do you wanna fall apart i can stop if you cant start do you want to fall apart well i could if you can try fix what ive undone cuz i hate what i have become you know me are or you think you do you just dont seem to see i have been waiting all this time to be something i cant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108285359541160847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108285359541160847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108285359541160847' title='The format'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108232452961614474</id><published>2004-04-18T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T15:24:02.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Nutshell...</title><summary type='text'>"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines      he wrote a poemAnd he called it "Chop"      because that was the name of his dogAnd that's what it was all aboutAnd his teacher gave him an A      and a gold starAnd his mother hung it on the kitchen door      and read it to his auntsThat was the year Father tracy      took all the kids to the zooAnd he let them sing on the busAnd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108232452961614474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108232452961614474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108232452961614474' title='Life in a Nutshell...'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108200647324982320</id><published>2004-04-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:25:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my brother....</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever lost someone even though they are right there.... I lost my brother... he choose his girl over his family... I dont know if we will ever be as we were before... He was the one person that I thought would always be there but now looking on in the future I fear he wont... I see him gone... I think about our old times.... Our movie dates.. and late night dinners and I realize that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108200647324982320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108200647324982320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108200647324982320' title='I lost my brother....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108131262388313637</id><published>2004-04-06T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T07:44:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the lost soul.....</title><summary type='text'>"I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. If this gets and worse, I might have to go back to the doctor. It's getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108131262388313637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108131262388313637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108131262388313637' title='I am the lost soul.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108086942130914707</id><published>2004-04-01T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:34:00.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That sounded bad....</title><summary type='text'>So I just read my last entry and I made it sound like he didnt treat me right... and he does.... when things are good they are great.... but sometimes it just seems that he doesnt want to be with me... and I get scared because of what happend last time.... am I freak and getting all worried over nothing???  I wish I could know where he stands.... Its frustrating to because I see how my cousin is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108086942130914707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108086942130914707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108086942130914707' title='That sounded bad....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108071216777479445</id><published>2004-03-30T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:53:26.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it.....</title><summary type='text'>My pitifull attempt to live life is going okay i guess... Lets see... today was Blahh like everyother day of my life... so i got up.... late as usual took a long shower of course too long and i had to rush everything else.. but no my hair did not want to dry fast ... so i tried to hurry it a long but it still took forever... then i got dressed raced downstairs grabed a wieghtloss shake and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108071216777479445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108071216777479445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108071216777479445' title='Life or something like it.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108053325986650943</id><published>2004-03-28T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T16:05:50.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Single tear.....</title><summary type='text'>So life sucks........ it is such a freakin roller coaster and i hate it.... why cant things stay peaceful?? friday night was awsome... patrick and i had a great time... even though i spilled my gatorade all in my purse... haha yes it sucked!! patrick got me napkins as i laughed/cried hahaha good times.... then sat. i cleaned my backyard for my sisters wedding.... and then went and got tamned at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108053325986650943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108053325986650943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108053325986650943' title='I am the Single tear.....'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108046203736305036</id><published>2004-03-28T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:24:10.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEHEE</title><summary type='text'>So i am at my cousins house band im drunk..... hehehe they are playing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108046203736305036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108046203736305036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108046203736305036' title='HEHEE'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108035362039336707</id><published>2004-03-26T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T18:17:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not the girl that stays home on the weekend... </title><summary type='text'>so my boy is gone this weekend... he is up at his friends house... and i guess i could get insanely jelous and angry considering shes a girl... but i have come to thought... that will only hurt me in the end... so what i am going to do is go out with my friend patrick... we are going to the volleyball game then we are headed to the movies... i dont want to be the girl that sits at home and mopes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108035362039336707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108035362039336707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108035362039336707' title='im not the girl that stays home on the weekend... '/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-108008653482781814</id><published>2004-03-23T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T16:05:41.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Confusing world..... </title><summary type='text'>so i hate being a girl... my emotions are all out of wack and i start thinking about stuff and doubting my feelings.... i wish this months curse will end soon.. and thats not even normal... i need to go to the doctor...  and shona asked me a good question.... do i love him?? do i?? what is love?? according to the bible love is patient love is kind it does not envy it does not boast it is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108008653482781814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/108008653482781814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108008653482781814' title='Oh What a Confusing world..... '/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107991547638822447</id><published>2004-03-21T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T16:34:40.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>party ova here!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well lets see how my weekend went.... one friday night was fun didnt go to Katelyns and drink though that would have been the highlight but she ended up not having people over... the dinner party was fun then bowling was a lot of fun.... then sat i went to my bro-in-laws birthday thing and it was a lot of fun got to chill with my cousins... then my bro katelyn gabe me and my bros two friends went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107991547638822447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107991547638822447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107991547638822447' title='party ova here!!!'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107974184405499126</id><published>2004-03-19T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:20:45.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh soo busy...</title><summary type='text'>We life has been a whirl wind... everyone wants to hang out because i am leaving and i want to hang out with all of them but i am soooo tired.... I thought Polo was done.... nope... my coach made me play on the Senior All Star team... and i am having fun but i realize i dont know if i am EVER going to get away haha... o well... i ditched school yesterday to spend the day with my mom and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107974184405499126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107974184405499126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107974184405499126' title='Ohh soo busy...'/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107896098105343942</id><published>2004-03-10T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T15:26:09.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so what can i say.... these past few weeks have been great.. ya polo ended but i feel a new life begining... lets just talk about today for starters... i thought that this day was going to be a drag because once again my alarm didnt go off so i was late... so i was mad and i jump in the shower and wash my hair REALLY fast and i get out and look at the time... i think it was a world record 4 MIN </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107896098105343942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107896098105343942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107896098105343942' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107824780137651826</id><published>2004-03-02T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T09:19:38.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i feel left out.... i have ben reading all my cousins blogs and i realize i have been to busy with polo to spend time with my fav people in the world... well i have been spending time with one of my fav people but i want to hang out with all of them together... what fun that would be... so let me tell you about my life to this point.... the last 2 weeks have been a rollercoster... the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107824780137651826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107824780137651826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107824780137651826' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107748505737968297</id><published>2004-02-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:27:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well well i have been soo busy to write.... sorry for you avid fans of my life hahah J/k so what has happend... a lot... i went to my first club... yeah... told guys that my name was brenda it was awsome... i felt like i was in a movie... then i got flowers from somebody on Valentines day but unfortunatly they still remain a mistery... however i know who i want them to be from... for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107748505737968297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107748505737968297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107748505737968297' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107635842878965369</id><published>2004-02-09T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T12:29:36.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is exactly what i would have said about Andrew and my trip to the beach... hehe http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107635842878965369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107635842878965369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107635842878965369' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107620806377412536</id><published>2004-02-07T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T18:43:28.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i finished Perks.... oh my gosh it is the best book... i thought catcher was my fav but Perks took me.... hehe... i started reading it again... i am cool i know.... i got my report card straigh A's again... i thank you....:) so we had a tournament this weekend... i got to see my fav coach Alex but he was busy so we didnt get to talk that much.... i was kinda bummed.... owell i think i might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107620806377412536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107620806377412536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620806377412536' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107593382512030807</id><published>2004-02-04T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T14:32:45.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well i dont know what i am really feeling right now.... i am sad yet happy.... i dont get this.... i am happy because my water polo team finally won League yesterday... its what i have worked for since freshman year... yet i am sad because i yet again i have no one to share this joyous occasion with... last night after the game was okay.... i went to a FASFA meeting for college... which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107593382512030807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107593382512030807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593382512030807' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107574827612709562</id><published>2004-02-02T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:00:13.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so in an attempt to find out who i am i decided to say all the things that "I am" "I like" and "I dont like"I am a hopeless romanticI like storiesi dont like dramai am compettiveI like sushi (the real stuff not JUST california rolls)I dont like carrotsI relate my life to songs.... so if i say this song reminds me of you theres a good reason why...I am Beefy.... i will never be as skinny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107574827612709562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107574827612709562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574827612709562' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107567526748324627</id><published>2004-02-01T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T14:43:23.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow last night was soooo fricken fun!!! so when i was at my sis's house andrew calls me and invited me to my aunts birthday party at this martini bar out in Agoura... so i went thinking we would leave early... well they didnt card any of us soo andrew, alecia, gabe, nicole got tanked.. haha i was the DD cuz i didnt want to drink... most of you know why.... so i just laughed as people got wasted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107567526748324627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107567526748324627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567526748324627' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107558017484810866</id><published>2004-01-31T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T12:18:29.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i havent written in a long time.... lots to talk about but not enough time.... as far as school its really easy so i dont really go haha owell.... i got accepted to ASU!! i am soooo excited i am going to move in about 7 months.... which scared me to death.... as far as "him" i see him everynow and then at my games and we talk sometimes... i miss how it was before how we were so comfortable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107558017484810866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107558017484810866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107558017484810866' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107457007389641133</id><published>2004-01-19T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:43:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i had an emotional day today... so i got up and started on my studying.. and i was really frustrated because i thought the Constitutional Covention was in Philidelphia but i wasnt sure so i go online to see if any of my friends would know... well i ask a few and they say no they dont... so i decide to see what the internet can provide for me... and go through my email and theres a letter from.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107457007389641133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107457007389641133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107457007389641133' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107438293632871518</id><published>2004-01-17T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T15:44:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today was okay.... i got the house to myself and i had a great lunch hehe i had a baked potaote and shrimp scampi yumm... and Alli called so we talked about stuff then my dad called and was like someone wants to tell you something so i was kinda worried for a sec but then my mom gets on and was like guess whos pregnant?? and i start flipping out thinking who?? well its my sis yaaaa... i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107438293632871518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107438293632871518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107438293632871518' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107430510017651030</id><published>2004-01-16T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T18:14:43.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today was my first day of Finals AHHHH.. it wasnt too bad... English I did okay on the Oedipus part... yes as in Oedipus complex where they marry their mom YUK!!!!.. but on the vocab lets just say fecund is not part of my vocabulary haha... we got out of school at 12:30 which was awsome :) so my mom and J- Ro and i went to Koren BBQ the best place ever.. and had lunch there then went right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107430510017651030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107430510017651030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107430510017651030' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107422516346344640</id><published>2004-01-15T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T19:54:36.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember you and meWhen we used to laugh all nightUntil we fell asleep And i know were throughBut i've still got thoughts of youleft inside my head....well, in my headFirst anniversary... Remember we chose a star.And as I stand under it. I can't but help but wonder if you see it, where you are.For whatever reason we don't see the seasons, change again.Go there with peace of mind. well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107422516346344640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107422516346344640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107422516346344640' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107413382854666131</id><published>2004-01-14T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T18:32:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello... well today was okay... lets start from the begining... so i had to get up at 4 45 again today...LAME... it sucked as usual... but theres new equipment so that was the highlight this morning... lets back it  up a little... i forgot to tell about my near death experience with Alli last night.... so after all the games we have to clean up and the rest of my gay team left soo Alli and i were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107413382854666131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107413382854666131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107413382854666131' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107404819171339272</id><published>2004-01-13T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:45:33.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey there.. well today was okay i was soo tired and sore from yesterday.. but hey what can you do.... i just sent my SAT scores to Fullerton and ASU.... i hope i get accepted... i need to get out of here...yeah so not much to write about umm lets see oh we won our game... 20 to 3 and i scored 4 :) umm my cousin came but he was too late o well... yeah so i am chillen at home tonight proably go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107404819171339272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107404819171339272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107404819171339272' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107396795103730073</id><published>2004-01-12T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:26:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well we had a game today... against Westlake... we won but we didnt play that good due to 4 am practice this morning grrr but we only have one more left and i am done forever :) yaaa.. Well let me tell you how my day went... So at 4:30 my alarm went off.. i was thinking who the f*** was calling me then i realized no one ever calls me its just my lame ass practice time... so i get up throw on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107396795103730073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107396795103730073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107396795103730073' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107384634381320697</id><published>2004-01-11T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T10:42:09.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Morning.... so i fugured out i cant sleep past  9 anymore it sucks... well  so i will tell you about my problem.... so i have liked this guy for a long time i mean a long time... well about 3  weeks ago i gave him the CD with two songs that basically said i like you....so he started coming around more and we would cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.. well i thought everything was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107384634381320697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107384634381320697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107384634381320697' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107381272302275550</id><published>2004-01-11T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T01:19:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well for my first entry... tonight was awsome....  my cousin who just moved out here from AZ (the one in the pic) and i hung out tonight...  i never really knew him... like i Love him cuz hes my cousin but i never really got to know him.. well tonight we just talked... it was awsome.. hes such an awsome guy!!! we went and ate dinner with his mom and her boyfriend and they are way cool too, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107381272302275550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107381272302275550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107381272302275550' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107378675679788912</id><published>2004-01-10T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:06:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Here is my favorite cousin smoking outside, tee hee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107378675679788912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107378675679788912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107378675679788912' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312661.post-107378640557994223</id><published>2004-01-10T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:00:26.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First timer kinda thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107378640557994223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312661/posts/default/107378640557994223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterpoloyeah12.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107378640557994223' title=''/><author><name>Sharleanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08119981410358971628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
