<?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-6545017</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:02:47.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters of Rejection</title><subtitle type='html'>And this is how it goes..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109175588936684083</id><published>2004-08-05T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T20:31:29.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suddenly scared for some reason that I know, but I need to write sometime down to get my mind off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I must be going. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109175588936684083?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109175588936684083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109175588936684083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109175588936684083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109175588936684083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-suddenly-scared-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109167762755864142</id><published>2004-08-04T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T22:50:01.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You are very psychic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very likely to feel that you are psychic and many other people around you may have even confirmed this belief. If you're not pursuing classes or learning more about developing your skills, it's only a matter of time before you embark on a new adventure into the realm of the paranormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this test: &lt;a href="http://www.sixthsearch.com/rup5/index.asp"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was my last first day of school. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109167762755864142?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109167762755864142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109167762755864142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109167762755864142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109167762755864142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-are-very-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109145187939617478</id><published>2004-08-02T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T08:04:39.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bold is me.  Bold, Underline AND italics is REALLY me. o_o; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01. I miss somebody right now&lt;br /&gt;02. I don't watch much TV these days&lt;br /&gt;03. I love olives&lt;br /&gt;04. I love sleeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. I own lots of books&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I wear glasses or contact lenses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I love to play video games&lt;br /&gt;09. I've watched porn movies&lt;br /&gt;10. I have been in a threesome&lt;br /&gt;11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have acne free skin&lt;br /&gt;14. I like and respect Al Sharpton&lt;br /&gt;15. I curse frequently&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a hobby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've been told I: (women) have a nice butt, (men) am packing.&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm really, really smart&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rain24. I'm paranoid at times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I would get plastic surgery&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I need money right now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love Sushi&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I talk really, really fast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I have fresh breath in the morning&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I have semi-long hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have lost money in Las Vegas&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin&lt;br /&gt;36. I have worn fake hair/nails/eyelashes in the past&lt;br /&gt;37 I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;38. I like the way that I look&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I know how to do cornrows41. I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. I have mood swings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I think prostitution should be legalized&lt;br /&gt;44. I think Britney Spears is hot&lt;br /&gt;45. I have cheated on a significant other in the past&lt;br /&gt;46. I have a hidden talent&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have&lt;br /&gt;48. I think that I'm popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. I am always single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I have kissed someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;51. I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;52. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants&lt;br /&gt;53. I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;54. I would rather shop than eat&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;57. I'm obsessed with my Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. I don't hate anyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;br /&gt;60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. I have a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;63. I believe in a God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;66. I love drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. I have never been in a real relationship before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. I've rejected someone before&lt;br /&gt;69. I currently have a crush on someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;71. I want to have children in the future&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before&lt;br /&gt;74. I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. I have a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger&lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. I am very shy around the opposite sex sometimes&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm online 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;82. I have at least 5 away messages saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. I have tried alcohol or drugs before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past&lt;br /&gt;85. I own the "South Park" movie&lt;br /&gt;86. I have avoided assignments at work or school to be on Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. I enjoy country music&lt;br /&gt;89. I would die for my best friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza&lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist!!&lt;br /&gt;93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career&lt;br /&gt;94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all&lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"&lt;br /&gt;96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. I have dated a close friend's ex&lt;br /&gt;99. I'm happy as of this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;100.  I have stuff to do at this moment but I'm procrastinating to fill this out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109145187939617478?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109145187939617478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109145187939617478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109145187939617478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109145187939617478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/08/bold-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109070981999987239</id><published>2004-07-24T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:58:53.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't the entire thing, I cut off the first half because I didn't save it. x.x &lt;br /&gt;------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: im just frustrated since i have som many characters to keep track of &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: And that would effect this conversation.. how? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *mind goes blank*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: im sorry.......im just kinda frustrated &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Okay..then.. shouldn't you go.. keep track of characters instead of.. pointlessly talking to me? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: ive checked them all now &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: And then why are you still frustrated? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: im no longer frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *thinks* no more joining (maybe) for me &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: How old are you? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: y? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Trying to match something. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: match wat? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Something. o_O &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: how old r u?? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: then ill tell u &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: 84. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: really??? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: no??? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Wow, you're smarter than I thought. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *frowns* im 12 &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Ah, okay. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: how old r u really?? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Ten. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *still doesnt believe* im very doubtful &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: dont ask why &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Believe what you want. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: wat is yur name then?? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: My real name or my alias? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: real name and alias &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Pick one. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: name then &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: u dont seem like a 10 year old &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Ah, I know, I get that a lot. I just have a high level of maturity and intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: same here (during school) &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Hm, you didn't come off that way. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: during the summer im kinda stupid, during school, though, im alot smarter and act more mature &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Well, it should reflect, y'know, just a bit, especially with your grammar. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: huh?? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You're not smart for a period of time. If you were the least bit smart, it would reflect off of your personality. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: ok?? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: I do write alot of stories so my grammar is pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Just because you write doesn't mean your grammar is 'pretty good' &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: how do you know?? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: I'm good at spelling and I read alot &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Really? Well, within this entire conversation, you've yet to spell 'a lot' right. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: do i really care?? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: No. &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Well, you seem to, because you keep talking about it. And claiming you have good grammar. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: i read a lot, i criticize my friends when they spell something wrong and say something wrong, and I fix my mistakes just fine &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: i actually love to read &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: And? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Reading doesn't improve your typing skills. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: i cant type on the internet......leave me alon about that &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: alone* &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You can if you tried. It's really not that hard. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: This is why I was frustrated before &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: HAPPY?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I thought you were frustrated because of your characters..? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: I was lying &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Oh yeah, very. And now is where I'm going to be the mature person and leave it at this, I don't care. You asked for it. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: Dangit. Fine, I'm sorry yet again. What can you expect when you get criticized by ten year old &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You're very gullible. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: i hate you &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: j/k &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Right.. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *sticks tongue out* &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: im like that &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Like what? Twleve? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: No.......just a brat sometimes &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Uh-huh.. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: du u cuss &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Out of context? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: Do you cuss?? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: w/e &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I'm trying to answer your question, but y'know, whatever floats your boat. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: w/e &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: youre kinda pissing me off &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: god dammit &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Me? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Oh yeah, you're so mature. You're the one asking for all of this, and being like that. &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You're SO cool just cussing at such a young age. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: Making my grammar and spelling more.......am not!! &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Okay, that didn't make sense. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: ~LOL~ I know &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Now, do you want to dig yourself a deeper hole, leaving the door wide open for my chance at critisim, or grow up and act as mature as you claim? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *takes a deep breath* I've had a lot of sugar &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: And? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: Suagr makes me act weird......and kind of an ass &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: sugar* &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Obviously. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: I'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Okay. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: How old are you really?? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: Why........if you're saying the truth, I should believe you &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: How would you know I was telling the truth? &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *blinks* I...don't....know &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I hope your children are born naked. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *blinks* &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Yep, you heard me. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: *Doesn't...really...get....it* &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Okay, anywho.&amp;nbsp; I have important things to get to doing.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your entertainment and good night. &lt;br /&gt;Mcdragonz: Good Night.......ageless, genderless, nameless person &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&amp;nbsp; I don't expect to be hearing from her again. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109070981999987239?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109070981999987239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109070981999987239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109070981999987239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109070981999987239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-isnt-entire-thing-i-cut-off-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109026378086485901</id><published>2004-07-19T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T14:03:00.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow--nothing, eh?&amp;nbsp; Well, have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&amp;nbsp; Still. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.. hm, I went camera shopping and I have my eye on an Olypmus, it's a $199.&amp;nbsp; Not too bad?&amp;nbsp; *Shrugs* Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I like it when I get it.&amp;nbsp; Woo again. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I bought flop flips today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109026378086485901?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109026378086485901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109026378086485901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109026378086485901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109026378086485901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow-nothing-eh-i-bought-flop-flips.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109020462457851085</id><published>2004-07-18T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:38:13.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a really big banner that says.. 'Procrastinator!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you see me procrastinating, smack me and tell me to get to work.' &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do need one.&amp;nbsp; Because I am.&amp;nbsp; I'm posting here to avoid doing something I should be doing.&amp;nbsp; *Nods*&amp;nbsp; Pretty sad, no?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, today, you would have thought that I was on drugs, minus the red-eyes and stuff, unless I did?&amp;nbsp; I can'n'a see my eyeballs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was tired and slow, and sometimes my hands would shake.&amp;nbsp; Is there a problem?&amp;nbsp; *Ponder* &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I need some inspiration!&amp;nbsp; Gah, give it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The ticket to my train of thought was lost, so I need to buy a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109020462457851085?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109020462457851085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109020462457851085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109020462457851085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109020462457851085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-need-really-big-banner-that-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109016987575134135</id><published>2004-07-18T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T11:57:55.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drove illegally last night, but it was okay.&amp;nbsp; It was 1:15 in the morning and I still don't have my after-nines when I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the church helping with decorations for VBS because I was lacking in better stuff that I wanted to do.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired, really.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what to say?&amp;nbsp; Hm.&amp;nbsp; *Blinkage*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work today but I sure don't work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Camera Day.&amp;nbsp; Well, for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking for a camera.&amp;nbsp; Scoreage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109016987575134135?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109016987575134135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109016987575134135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109016987575134135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109016987575134135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-drove-illegally-last-night-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109010347996206653</id><published>2004-07-17T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T17:31:19.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, I guess that wasn't the most sympathic goodbye in the history of mankind.&amp;nbsp; But, hey, what can you expect?&amp;nbsp; It wasn't my choice for her reason of doing this.&amp;nbsp; I hope she didn't expect tears or anything.&amp;nbsp; If so, she sure didn't get any.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it'll be any different with her being gone an' all.&amp;nbsp; It was growing cold anyway.&amp;nbsp; Our conversations ended up short or something, I don't know.&amp;nbsp; Don't remember.&amp;nbsp; Can't really remember good conversation.&amp;nbsp; Ah, well.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to check out cameras today.&amp;nbsp; I shall go Monday.&amp;nbsp; Woo.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait.&amp;nbsp; I want to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; *Points finger at random things*&amp;nbsp; I've got so many good picture ideas that would be great, but some would require some stuff that I don't know if I can get ahold of.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's there in my mind. *Gaspage*&amp;nbsp; Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*Burps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109010347996206653?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109010347996206653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109010347996206653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109010347996206653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109010347996206653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/hm-i-guess-that-wasnt-most-sympathic.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-109004416030767147</id><published>2004-07-17T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T01:02:40.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pfft, these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, we just had to go to the Celebration Station.&amp;nbsp; It was crap.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; So, around midnight or less,&amp;nbsp; we wanted to get something to eat.&amp;nbsp; We decided on IHOP.&amp;nbsp; Eh, bad idea.&amp;nbsp; We had ordered our drinks and everything and just ordered our food.&amp;nbsp; We didn't wait two minutes and someone starts yelling from the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Get away from me, don't touch me.&amp;nbsp; I'll kill everyone in here."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Really loud.&amp;nbsp; I look back, then at my mother.&amp;nbsp; She says 'Let's go,' but I don't move.&amp;nbsp; I figured they settled him or something, and I just stay there.&amp;nbsp; But he starts yelling again, I'm not all too sure at what he's saying, by, it scared me.&amp;nbsp; I hear something about having a gun or something like that, and &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; gets up and leaves.&amp;nbsp; We didn't even get our food not to pay for it. o_O&amp;nbsp; But we left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry until then, but we went to Wendy's and my brother got something to eat.&amp;nbsp; I didn't.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, a few minutes ago, I had to use the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; My brother was in the tub and I didn't think about it, knowing he's in the shower all the time.&amp;nbsp; *Cough* I walk in, there's no curtain, mind you, and I looked at him because it's right in my line of vision.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was going to have to blind myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Want to take a, I don't know, &lt;i&gt;wild guess at what he was doing&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; Exactly.&amp;nbsp; It was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He's thirteen.&amp;nbsp; *Rolls eyes.*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to the bathroom then.&amp;nbsp; I just walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-109004416030767147?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/109004416030767147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=109004416030767147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109004416030767147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/109004416030767147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/pfft-these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108943609839414831</id><published>2004-07-10T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:08:18.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not possible to make everyone happy, I know that, but why do people try and get happiness from where it's not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't people just accept that I've moved on with things, and maybe found something that I like better, something that makes &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; be happy for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I expand myself to something that could benefit me more, where I know what I'm doing, where I enjoy it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault I've done almost everything I can do to keep people happy, that I just give up on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time in trying to, and somehow, it doesn't work out, and people yell at get mad at me because I'm tired of trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand, and continue, and just make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108943609839414831?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108943609839414831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108943609839414831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108943609839414831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108943609839414831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-not-possible-to-make-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108923978903154093</id><published>2004-07-07T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:36:29.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.  I'm tired.  Yep.  Definatly.  I've lowered my post debt to one, and then someone else posted.  So that makes two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to bad, neh?  Oh well.  I'll eventually get to them when I feel better.  Right now my mood is silly.  It keeps ranging from good to bad and back and forth and such.  *Yawns*  Ah, well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone crazy.  I'm watching Rugrats. o_O Wow.  Scary.  Reptar and Goober are fighting.  Heh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  I'm not sure what to say, but I wanted to put something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinyere is cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108923978903154093?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108923978903154093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108923978903154093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108923978903154093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108923978903154093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/hm_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108917661454917759</id><published>2004-07-07T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:03:34.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the second layout in one day for this blog?  I made this one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108917661454917759?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108917661454917759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108917661454917759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108917661454917759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108917661454917759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-second-layout-in-one-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108912924176987214</id><published>2004-07-06T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T10:54:01.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.  New layout?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108912924176987214?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108912924176987214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108912924176987214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108912924176987214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108912924176987214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108905051232440008</id><published>2004-07-05T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:01:52.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coming back with a conversation.  Oye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Do you know why I don't have adim power any more?&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Please tell me&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: A lack of responsibiltiy, being gone without letting anyone know.  Getting mad at me for something that wasn't my fault.  Different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Okay, I had a reason to be upset with you. I had no say in the leadership of bloodshire. Sonia and you both know that I work a full time job 3-11 monday though friday. So no I never left, I go there every day and look. &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Hey, I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: If you went there every day, you could have said something about it in the Underground before it was over.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I would have but I went to change a tile today and seen I didn't have any powers. &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: No, if you went there every day during the application, you could have said something.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I wasn't going to say, hey I think so and so should be higher. I was under the thoughts that you did it all, till I talked to Sonia&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: But you still were an administrator at the time.  You have your opinions in what we've done, but I didn't hear anything from you.  I'm not responsible for getting everyone's opinion.  If they really want it to be heard, they put it there. &lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: when I found out about just you and Sonia talking it over, I was pissed off frankly, I told you I was pretty layed back but there are things that piss me off, and that one of of the few&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: You gave me the power, and to me that should give me so say in what the heck was going on&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: No, but look.  I never saw you online.  If you went there everyday, you could have said something in the Underground.  It's just as easy as a messenger, yet not a quick response.  &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Yes, I gave you power.  I gave you a responsibility that you didn't fill.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I've done more then waht you think, I might not be the brightes of block and what I did do come out wrong, but I did do things.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Futhermore I can not take responsibility then no one is there for me to deal with, every time I did something activy wise I was told I was in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: When were you told you did something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Joining&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: About postng an IC post in the auto joining?&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I thought they where doing a nomarl joing and I was told I was in the wrong. So I stoped and didn't do any more, I didn't want other pissed off at me&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: With Shadow?&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Belive it was some one eles&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I only remember the Moonlight and Shadow one.&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You liked Shadow's post, and I just told you it was IC, because Shadow did it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: But it's the thought that you think I didn't do jack nor shit when I was there every day, unless I happened to over sleep&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: If it sounded like I said you were wrong, it may have, but it was a simple mistake that was caused by Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: But it's also that it looked as if you were never there.  You never even posted Icly after Moonlight, except that one after I said something.  &lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: There was only one thread going on and that was with you and Sonia, I wasn't going to but into that&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: There had been a few that needed replying to in the joining forum&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Not when I check in there's no]&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: not*&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: There was Shadow, which you replied to.  I told you the mistake she made and you still didn't post.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: What am I to say here?&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I'm only suggesting what was there.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I am sorry that I wasn't all that you wanted. I am sorry I fucked up something once again. But for some of my actions I will not say Sorry&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: And I don't blame you, but I didn't want EotN to fall, I'm only making the best decisions as an owner.  You may have done little things here and there, but what I asked of you, you didn't know, even though it was one little thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: From that view I see it, but let's flip sides...Do you see my side?&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: From what you've told me, I believe I do.  I may have done some things wrong, but from what I know, I've done the best with what I had.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I would like a yes or no, not a half way&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I'm not going to say I do or don't, because somethings I understand and some I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Well what don't you understand, I will try and stay clam and anwser them&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I've told you already, the main thing is the application and why you get mad at me when you could have easily added your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I was under the thought that you had done it all, then when I had talked to Sonia and found out that you tow had talked about it a few time, and it was never brought up to me. Frankly I was pissed&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Before the decision was made?  That still doesn't prevent you from putting your opinion.  I would have thought it over, because it's your opinion.  You werer just as an administrator as the others and have the responsibilty to do what an administrator is needed, whether or not it's only an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: The choice was made when I had talked to Sonia&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: But you've said you checked it everyday.  It lasted a week.  That's plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: What did I just say? I said the choice was already made when I talked to Sonia&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Okay, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: No where did I say that the chice hadn't been made&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: That's not what I'm trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: No your taking me in circles&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You're not understanding what I have to say.  &lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: You saying one thing and when I say something about it, you fall back upon something eles&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You say you check it often, I'm assuming during the application as well.  There was announcments and everything to say it was there.  If you're going to complain about not be able to be in it, why didn't you do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I DID&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: You didn't.&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Not until after the application&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Okay clear your little head, because your not hereing me...I talked to sonia after it was all made up.that is when I brought it up&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: No.  The application end June 23rd, you didn't post until June 29th.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I talked to sonia after it was done and over with&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I said that three or four times&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: Obviously.  But why didn't you talk to me about it?  She didn't have the power to do anything for you.  &lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: you where never on when I was around&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: If you had a problem with it, you should have come to me.  Okay, so?  There was e-mail, the Underground.  Numerous places you could have contacted me.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I contacted you in the underground&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: After the application, after you spoke to Sonia.&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: That's not doing any good.  You should have done something to contact me first.  If you had a problem, you come to me, because it's on my part, not hers.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Correct&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I know her better then you, I know how she reacts to thing better then you, I now that you two talk alot too&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: But that shouldn't stop you from trying to talk to me.  It's not Sonia's problem.  It's ours, and it should have never gone to her before me, whether or not you know whoever better.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: I talk to whom every I feal that won't blow up on me, and I kenw that she wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: so I went to her and talked to her about it, just like I always do, her or Jassy&lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I'm really not sure how to respond, but that's your personality, but it's common sense to talk to the person you're having the problem with.  Not behind their back, whether it's bad or not.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: So you never talk about any one? never question some one eles why some one did somthing? &lt;br /&gt;TalknKangaroo: I didn't say that.  But I do, for the most part, go to the person I have a problem with, instead of someone else.  I may say little things before I have the chance, but I won't full out discuss my problem.&lt;br /&gt;Brintan90020: Okay...I'm done fighting...I so close to going off and doing something that will (if caught) put me in jail and lose my job over. So ya know what....do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108905051232440008?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108905051232440008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108905051232440008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108905051232440008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108905051232440008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/07/coming-back-with-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108787388536671028</id><published>2004-06-21T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:11:25.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, I've suddenly felt sick to my stomach.  Not from something I've eaten or anything, but some emotional trial that I've been going through.  Things just don't seem to rise from the bottom, but sink deeper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to reply to Emy today, at EotN, and suddenly, after two sentences, I couldn't get anymore out of me.  Not lacking the creativity, even though I do all the time, but my emotions got the better of me.  I couldn't bring myself to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you I won't sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108787388536671028?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108787388536671028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108787388536671028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108787388536671028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108787388536671028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/hm-ive-suddenly-felt-sick-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108764889195724547</id><published>2004-06-19T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T07:41:31.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh, I need to post something here.  I denno what, though. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadsad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108764889195724547?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108764889195724547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108764889195724547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108764889195724547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108764889195724547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/meh-i-need-to-post-something-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108732653876684937</id><published>2004-06-15T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:08:58.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Underline the movies you own, bold the movies you've seen, italicise the movies you've seen part of. Then add three movies to the end of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Trainspotting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. Shrek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. M&lt;br /&gt;04. Dogma&lt;br /&gt;05. Strictly Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;06. The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;07. Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;09. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Reservoir Dogs&lt;br /&gt;12. Desperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. Swordfish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kill Bill Vol. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Donnie Darko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Spirited Away&lt;br /&gt;17. Better Than Sex&lt;br /&gt;18. Sleepy Hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The Eye&lt;br /&gt;21. Requiem for a Dream&lt;br /&gt;22. Dawn of the Dead (original)&lt;br /&gt;23. The Pillow Book&lt;br /&gt;24. The Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;25. The Goonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Baseketball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. The Spice Girls Movie (Spice World)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;29. The Color Purple&lt;br /&gt;30. The Safety of Objects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;31. Can't Hardly Wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Mystic Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Finding Nemo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Monsters Inc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Circle of Friends&lt;br /&gt;36. Mary Poppins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;37. The Bourne Identity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Forrest Gump&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;40. Kindergarten Cop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. On The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;42. My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Final Destination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Sorority Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;45. Urban Legend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Cheaper by the Dozen (original)&lt;br /&gt;47. Fierce Creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;48. Dude, Where's My Car&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;50. Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;52. Back to the Future&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. An Affair To Remember&lt;br /&gt;54. Somewhere In Time&lt;br /&gt;55. North By Northwest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;56. Moulin Rouge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. The Wizard of Oz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Zoolander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;60. A Walk to Remember&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;61. Chicago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;62. Vanilla Sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. The Sweetest Thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;65. The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Chasing Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;67. Edward Scissorhands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert&lt;br /&gt;69. Muriel's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;70. Croupier&lt;br /&gt;71. Blade Runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;72. Cruel Intentions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;74. Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;75. Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Beauty and The Beast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Much Ado About Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;78. Dirty Dancing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;80. Ever After&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;81. Braveheart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What Lies Beneath&lt;br /&gt;83. Regarding Henry&lt;br /&gt;84. The Dark Crystal&lt;br /&gt;85. Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;86. The Birds&lt;br /&gt;87. Beaches&lt;br /&gt;88. Cujo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. Maid In Manhattan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;91. Thoroughly Modern Millie&lt;br /&gt;92. His Girl Friday&lt;br /&gt;93. Chocolat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;94. Independence Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Singing in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;96. Big Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. The Thomas Crown Affair&lt;br /&gt;98. The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;99. Stargate&lt;br /&gt;100. A Hard Day's Night&lt;br /&gt;101. About A Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;102. Jurassic Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Life of Brian&lt;br /&gt;104. Dune&lt;br /&gt;105. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;106. Grease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Newsies&lt;br /&gt;108. Gone With The Wind&lt;br /&gt;109. School of Rock&lt;br /&gt;110. TOMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;111. Yellow Submarine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. From Hell&lt;br /&gt;113. Benny &amp; Joon&lt;br /&gt;114. Amelie&lt;br /&gt;115. Bridget Jones' Diary&lt;br /&gt;116. Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;117. Heavenly Creatures&lt;br /&gt;118. All About Eve&lt;br /&gt;119. The Outsiders&lt;br /&gt;120. Airplane!&lt;br /&gt;121. The Sorcerer&lt;br /&gt;122. The Crying Game&lt;br /&gt;123. Hedwig and the Angry Inch&lt;br /&gt;124. Slap Her, She's French&lt;br /&gt;125. Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;126. Tommy Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;127. Aladdin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;128. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Snatch&lt;br /&gt;130. American History X&lt;br /&gt;131. Jack and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;132. Monkey Bone&lt;br /&gt;133. Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;134. Kate and Leopold&lt;br /&gt;135. Interview with the Vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;136. Underworld&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Truly, Madly, Deeply&lt;br /&gt;138. The Big Hit&lt;br /&gt;139. Sliding Doors&lt;br /&gt;140. But I'm A Cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;141. The Lost Boys&lt;br /&gt;142. Superman 1&lt;br /&gt;143. My Blue Heaven&lt;br /&gt;144. The Red Shoes&lt;br /&gt;145. Rear Window&lt;br /&gt;146. The Importance of Being Earnest (1952)&lt;br /&gt;147. Eating Raoul&lt;br /&gt;148. Chopping Mall&lt;br /&gt;149. Suspiria&lt;br /&gt;150. Poolhall Junkies&lt;br /&gt;151. Some Like It Hot&lt;br /&gt;152. Peter Pan (the latest version - NOT Disney.)&lt;br /&gt;153. Now and Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;154. She's All That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;155. X-Men 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;156. Power Rangers - The Movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. LÃ©on&lt;br /&gt;158. Star Trek - First Contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;159. Reign Of Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;161. Battle Royale 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;162. The Ring (American version)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. The Ring (Japanese version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;164. Sixth Sense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165. The Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;166. Rob Roy&lt;br /&gt;167. Legends Of The Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;168.  Pay it Forward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;169.  Along Came Polly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;170.  To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o  What a list I don't own many and I haven't seen many. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108732653876684937?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108732653876684937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108732653876684937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108732653876684937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108732653876684937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/underline-movies-you-own-b_108732653876684937.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108722433836241564</id><published>2004-06-14T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T09:45:38.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night.  My insides felt as if there constricting together and making it hard to breathe.  Meh, stuff kept popping into my mind and it was terrible, the thought that I don't like to think?  Every time I tried not to think about it.. I would.  *Sigh*  I just couldn't sleep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have time to do anything right now so I'm going to leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.  You don't care anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108722433836241564?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108722433836241564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108722433836241564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108722433836241564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108722433836241564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-couldnt-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108709763922097361</id><published>2004-06-12T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:33:59.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh.  I'm tired.  Mrowl.  I don't know what to say but I feel like I should post here.  Hm.  *Shrugs*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are leaving for Washington, D.C. in the morn.  I won't be awake when they leave.  I'm glad they'll be gone.  Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a week away from them.  But I have to stay at my grandmothers.  Don't know why I just can't stay at the house.  *Shrugs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. =\ I'm going to go play with PSP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108709763922097361?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108709763922097361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108709763922097361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108709763922097361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108709763922097361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108687808546669124</id><published>2004-06-10T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T09:34:45.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too big of an image?  -.-; Ah, well.. maybe I'll find something later on, for now.. it's staying. x_X;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108687808546669124?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108687808546669124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108687808546669124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108687808546669124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108687808546669124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/too-big-of-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108684772943021841</id><published>2004-06-10T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:08:49.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the layout is here?  It's not entirly mind but I messed with it enough to be mine.  *Shrugs*  I need a new banner, though, that's only temporary.  I'm still working on this beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108684772943021841?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108684772943021841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108684772943021841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108684772943021841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108684772943021841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-layout-is-here-its-not-entirly.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108684273019829773</id><published>2004-06-09T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:45:30.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whether or not I have a layout or whatever, I'm going to post because I feel tense.  Mrr.. It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad that.. meh, it makes me sad for numerous reasons, reasons I can't explain to someone I'm not talking to for lack of confusion who will actually read this.  No point because no one cares anywho.  *Shrug*  It just.. doesn't matter so I won't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to type something so I can't concentrate on stuff that's making me so emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, dear, make me laugh, please?  Meh.  There is &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; dear. x_X  Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go amuse myself with thinking of Travis getting me wet? &gt;_&gt;!  That sounded bad. xD  He soaked me with water t'day.  Meheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't help.  Still sad, still teary-eyed.  *Leans back in chair* Meh.  Perhaps I could work on a layout?  I think I c'n figure it out. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108684273019829773?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108684273019829773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108684273019829773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108684273019829773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108684273019829773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/whether-or-not-i-have-layout-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108647392766786555</id><published>2004-06-05T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T17:18:47.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is crazy.  New layout eventually.  BY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108647392766786555?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108647392766786555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108647392766786555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108647392766786555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108647392766786555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108610519182994667</id><published>2004-06-01T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:53:11.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{Mood} Kind of bored, but excited?&lt;br /&gt;{Music} &lt;i&gt;The Rose&lt;/i&gt;, Bette Midler, &lt;i&gt;Everytime&lt;/i&gt;, Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I haven't posted since the last day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job, though.  Backcountry Barbeque.  As a cookish person.  Yeah.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started another forum that I just recently started one role play.  I have a character, names Micheal Tahline, and he's.. &lt;i&gt;evil&lt;/i&gt;.  No, not evil, he's a &lt;i&gt;bastard&lt;/i&gt;, to put it kindly.  I like him so much that I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; him.  Does that make sense?  Not really, but it does to me.  If I knew him personally, I'd hate him.  He runs a one of the two large groups of organized crime.  He's fighting with another group to own the city in OC.  He has a wife and cheats on her.  And.. oh my, the last post was.. exciting.  You'd just have to read it?  Some people I won't because of.. certain reasons.  Age maybe?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read it, let me know.  =)  I'm sure you'd like it.  I know some people won't because of the last post being so.. 'indicating explicit content'?  *Shrugs*  They're fault.  He is rather fun to play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.  I have to work tonight.  I'm not going to Washington D.C. and I guess I'm going to go.  =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108610519182994667?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108610519182994667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108610519182994667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108610519182994667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108610519182994667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/06/mood-kind-of-bored-but-excited-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108559601071698142</id><published>2004-05-26T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:26:50.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img35.photobucket.com/albums/v106/AltashhethDalji/school_is_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108559601071698142?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108559601071698142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108559601071698142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108559601071698142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108559601071698142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/thats-all-i-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108544556080475643</id><published>2004-05-24T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T19:39:20.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;{Mood}&lt;/b&gt;  Mixed Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;{Music}&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;10,000 Miles&lt;/i&gt;, Mary Chapin Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two days of school left.  This two days are exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First (Advanced Foods) and second (Spanish I) are tomorrow and third (English III) and fourth (US History Honors) is Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not worried about any of these.  *Shrugs*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offically addicted to cookies and cream frape.  Mm.. yes.  The Black Chicken is great.  Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Two days left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- May Gun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108544556080475643?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108544556080475643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108544556080475643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108544556080475643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108544556080475643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/mood-mixed-emotions-music-10000-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108527472204437262</id><published>2004-05-22T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T20:12:02.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My life is rated R.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/quiz.htm"&gt;What is your life rated?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108527472204437262?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108527472204437262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108527472204437262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108527472204437262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108527472204437262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-life-is-rated-r_108527472204437262.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108519182855178320</id><published>2004-05-21T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T21:10:28.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;{Mood}&lt;/strong&gt;  Tired, Bored, Annoyed, Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Music}&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;I'll Be&lt;/em&gt;, Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent.  I don't know what about so I'm going to ramble on about.. something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Windows Media Player is being stupid and not completely connecting to the song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on my way home from working on the project, a squrriel ran out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was offically declared a senior.  How fucking scary.  On Fridays, seniors get to go to lunch early and leave school early, by like.. three minutes before everyone else.  The principle met with us and let us leave early.  There is no seniors in our school because their last day was last Tuesday.  Graduation is tomorrow.  I have three days left of school.  I'm scared to death because it's my last year.  I don't know what I want to do, I don't know where I want to go.. I.. GAH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  What.. else?  Bleh?  I got a new AIM name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TalkNKangaroo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.  Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;--Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108519182855178320?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108519182855178320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108519182855178320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108519182855178320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108519182855178320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/mood-tired-bored-annoyed-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108510479609559025</id><published>2004-05-20T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:59:56.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it.. that.. sex is such a big deal?  That's ALL I hear about at school.  I even heard &lt;i&gt;eigth&lt;/i&gt; graders... doing it.. WTF.  People are stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex isn't something you should.. play with.. or something.  It's like.. something you shouldn't take advantage of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I denno what else to say so I'll go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People-Piss-Me-Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gawd-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... lesse.  I should vent.. about.. something.. so I won't feel so bad.  It won't be.. what's bothering me.. I never vent about what's bothering me and people don't.. understand that.  It's why I rant on stupid stuff.. do feel better about what's &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Wednesday.. Chris was demonstrating the coffee machine and I had two cups of coffee.. and one today.. and ever since.. I've.. need coffee.. *Die*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108510479609559025?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108510479609559025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108510479609559025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108510479609559025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108510479609559025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108484234791005290</id><published>2004-05-17T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T20:05:47.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;{Music}&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Everytime&lt;/i&gt;, Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Mood}&lt;/strong&gt;  Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.  I'm feeling rather romantic, for some reason that I actually know the answer to.  It &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to be that shoujo-ai picture I found.  Mm.. it's beautiful.  And a better part is, Heather and I are role playing the two from the picture.  It's greatly beautiful and dramatic.  *Smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the card today.  It's cute. =D  It has a bug on it that says "So long."  Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Frazier's.  I have a problem.  If I go to the bookstore, it's really hard for me not to buy a book... especially now because I have so many now that I need to read.  Lesse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish the Dark Tower Series, Book III.  The next two and.. The Guardian, by Nicholas Sparks, When the Ravens Die, And.. others.. x-x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to work on a project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I have to go home.  Call Outback for reservations.  Get ready, pick up Lindsey (if I have to) Emily and Jessie and go to Lone Star, pick up a gift card, then go to Outback.  All in the matter to be there by six.  BLAH.  Thursday is my banquet.  I'm sad.  *Le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I denno what else to say, other than.. what Heather told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgraced_moon (7:41:23 PM): And meag, I want you tell you, I think your really awesome and I love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108484234791005290?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108484234791005290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108484234791005290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108484234791005290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108484234791005290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/music-everytime-britney-spears-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108470619018441630</id><published>2004-05-16T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T06:23:21.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to put something up here halfway decent because I'm sleepy and don't know what the hell I'm doing.  I've decided to do that thing Aly does. =D  Without using the same words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Mood}&lt;/strong&gt;  Very Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Music}&lt;/strong&gt;  The Fan, stupid appliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.  Friday..  After school I went over to the middle school to talk to Miss Norred about what we're going to be doing to her.  I walk into the office and see this.. woman I know, but can't remember.  Well, I'm all, &lt;br /&gt;"I need to talk to Miss Norred." &lt;br /&gt;And she replies, &lt;br /&gt;"She's not in here.."  So.. I stare at her, until she says something again, &lt;br /&gt;"I'll call her."&lt;br /&gt;Well, she calls her and I'm finally on the phone, and when I say 'hello', Norred answers with,&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;It was funny.  I laughed.  Anyway, while we are on the phone, I'm explaining, et cetra and her side of the phone, the cord keeps coming out.  Suddenly, I hear a slight scream in the background and then!  &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shit!"  Then I'm all.. Omg, she's gunna die.  Not really, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Deanna walks in, Walser's wife.  (Walser was our previous coach before Norred)  Then I realized that the woman in the office was Deanna's mother.  &lt;br /&gt;But then I leave after hanging up the phone and go to my car, and just as I pull out, Miss Norred comes in front of my car!  I'm like.. gah!  And all she said to me was, "Sorry about the cussing."  I just laughed, and she said not to run over her,  so I told her to move. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I was all at Crystal's house and they wouldn't stop with the pictures.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I ran all across town.  Went to Hibbets--Closed.  Wal-Mart--Didn't have what I wanted.  Fraizer's--Closed, Black Chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw McCall at the Black Chicken, because she works there, and she asked "You're driving now?"  I wanted to answer, "No, I just walked here."  I got my Frappe and left, then stopped by Lanier's.  They didn't have what I wanted either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home.  I washed my car.  It is clean!  Oh my.  Inside and out.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am a &lt;b&gt;Libra&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;(Also known as "Scales") &lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/horoscope.php" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Horroscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starts like this: &lt;br&gt;"&lt;i&gt; You have to be a real loser to be born a Libra. Libras are born with two left hands, both of which grow out of their ass. They are tone-deaf and generally have poor eyesight. The senses of self-esteem and humor are in embryotic states at best. &lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/horoscope.php?sign=libra" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.flooble.com/fun/horoscope.php" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Find yours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108470619018441630?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108470619018441630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108470619018441630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108470619018441630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108470619018441630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-going-to-put-something-up-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108449558408925070</id><published>2004-05-13T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T19:46:24.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I weren't like the way I am.  I feel lonely all the time, I even felt it when I was with Mason.  He didn't.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I had that.. certain person, whether it was a lover or a friend, who would always be here to cheer me up when I'm down, someone who'll keep me safe from any danger I may actually accompany to myself.  It hurts that I don't have someone as close as some of these people I see at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin has Dru, and Dru has Collin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey has Heather, Leighanne and Keri, and all the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has someone they actually talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I felt terrible for.. well, for everything I did.  I couldn't do anything right yesterday at all and I have to drive.  Don't cry and drive, but I had to because it's my job to.  Gawd, I don't know what to do anymore.  Everything seems.. wrong, like.. nothing I do can be done right.  And even if I do something right, no one acknowledges it.  No one cares.  *Shakes head*  They're either like, "Yeah, that's nice," or they try to find some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and it looks like another sleepless night, tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See-ya,&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108449558408925070?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108449558408925070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108449558408925070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108449558408925070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108449558408925070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/sometimes-i-wish-i-werent-like-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108430841512103668</id><published>2004-05-11T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T15:46:55.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my.  Softball is over.  It's sad, actually.  The other day I was saying I wanted it to be over, yet I didn't want to lose.  Well, it's over and we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot, my stomach and my head hurts and dafkal;dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108430841512103668?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108430841512103668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108430841512103668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108430841512103668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108430841512103668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108406751141724614</id><published>2004-05-08T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T06:46:46.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xxhazeleyesxx/quizzes/What%20attracts%20people%20to%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xxhazeleyesxx/1055085286_dyresult01.JPG" border="0" alt="People like you becuase you're a sweetheart!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What attracts people to you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fair enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385431_ktoptarzan.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktoptarzan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tarzan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/ponygirl2008/1072979396_llapicslg1.jpg" border="0" alt="  "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are going to Marry Josh Hartnett. He is really&lt;br&gt;shy, but don't let that fool you. He is really&lt;br&gt;outgoing and sweet with those he loves and will&lt;br&gt;be loyal to them for the rest of his life.&lt;br&gt;Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ponygirl2008/quizzes/Which%20male%20celebrity%20are%20you%20going%20to%20marry%3F%20(now%2012%20(i%20just%20added%20more%2C%20and%20still%20more%20to%20come!)results%20that%20have%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (now 12 (i just added more, and still more to come!)results that have pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't.. want to marry him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078078289_uresAnimal.JPG" border="0" alt="ANIMAL"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an animal soul! Arent you lucky! You are&lt;br&gt;very interactive with animals and can&lt;br&gt;understand them even if you dont speak their&lt;br&gt;tongue. The birds arent afraid of you, deer can&lt;br&gt;eat out of your palm, and every dog will roll&lt;br&gt;over for you. As an Animal Soul, you follow&lt;br&gt;your instinct, sometimes making rash decisions,&lt;br&gt;and not thinking properly. If you dont&lt;br&gt;understand something, you reject and push it&lt;br&gt;away, and can get very disastrous when angry.&lt;br&gt;At the same time, youre a very kind person who&lt;br&gt;can make people feel better, and are&lt;br&gt;understanding and compassionate. One of the&lt;br&gt;great things about you is that your rarely&lt;br&gt;jealous, and know that you have to share and&lt;br&gt;help other people if you want to survive this&lt;br&gt;world. You are very loyal and optimistic, and&lt;br&gt;can make it through the toughest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of SOUL do you posses? (For Girls only) Incredible Anime Pictures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animals.  ^_^  I like that picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/crimsoncrushedrose/1077604803_estructive.gif" border="0" alt="You belong to the world of the self-destructive."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You belong in another of my worlds. The world of&lt;br&gt;self-destructive tendencies, either through&lt;br&gt;actual physical destructiveness or emotional&lt;br&gt;breakdowns that you keep bottled up inside,&lt;br&gt;thus hurting yourself. You feel that life is&lt;br&gt;nothing but pain, and you see red in everything&lt;br&gt;with the memories of the blood you have&lt;br&gt;bled(literally or figuratively) for your&lt;br&gt;hurting. You live in a hidden land that few&lt;br&gt;will ever understand or see in you, because you&lt;br&gt;keep it to yourself and only let a few rare&lt;br&gt;people into the truth of your reality. Er...I&lt;br&gt;don't condone my own actions, so I really don't&lt;br&gt;know what else to say. Of course, you could&lt;br&gt;also just REALLY like blood....or you might be&lt;br&gt;homicidal, not suicidal. ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/crimsoncrushedrose/quizzes/Where%20do%20you%20belong%3F(ANIME%20IMAGES)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where do you belong?(ANIME IMAGES)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like blood.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108406751141724614?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108406751141724614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108406751141724614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108406751141724614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108406751141724614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-attracts-people-to-you-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108404483948206567</id><published>2004-05-08T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T14:38:29.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang.  I put my car-money-info stuff up and the amount I have now is pretty sad.  But.. hey.  I'm starting to save--no spending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get $20 more dollars next Thursday.  And I'll save my money my dad gives my Monday and Tuesday to eat after the game, I probably won't be in the mood to eat.  Unless we lose Monday, then I won't play Tuesday.  x_x;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned $30 today for helping out my grandmother.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Washing D.C. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108404483948206567?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108404483948206567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108404483948206567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108404483948206567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108404483948206567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108370953679339165</id><published>2004-05-04T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:39:27.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;He was sitting there, his brush in hand&lt;br /&gt;Painting waves as they danced upon the sand&lt;br /&gt;With every stroke, he brought to life&lt;br /&gt;The deep blue of the ocean against the morning sky&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes&lt;br /&gt;He said for twenty dollars I'll paint you anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you paint me in Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Make it look just the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;A little house on the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;Porch going all the way around&lt;br /&gt;Put her there in the front yard swing&lt;br /&gt;Cotton dress make it early spring&lt;br /&gt;For a while she'll be mine again&lt;br /&gt;If you can paint me in Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with knowing eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then took a canvas from a bag there by his side&lt;br /&gt;Picked up a brush, and said to me&lt;br /&gt;Son just where in this picture would you like to be&lt;br /&gt;And I said if there's any way you can&lt;br /&gt;Could you paint me back into her arms again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you paint me in Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Make it look just the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;A little house on the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;Porch going all the way around&lt;br /&gt;Put her there in the front yard swing&lt;br /&gt;Cotton dress make it early spring&lt;br /&gt;For a while she'll be mine again&lt;br /&gt;If you can paint me in Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint me in Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Make it look just the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;A little house on the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;Porch going all the way around&lt;br /&gt;Put her there in the front yard swing&lt;br /&gt;Cotton dress make it early spring&lt;br /&gt;For a while she'll be mine again&lt;br /&gt;If you can paint me in Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh paint me in Birmingham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, pretty song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108370953679339165?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108370953679339165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108370953679339165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108370953679339165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108370953679339165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/he-was-sitting-there-his-brush-in-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108349535875332190</id><published>2004-05-02T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T06:00:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how long it's been, but it's been awhile.  Two weeks maybe.  I didn't have the internet because my dad was lazy and would never go get it.  I have it now and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to my cell phone ringing.  I jumped up so fast to figure out what it was and was made when I saw the little blue light on the dresser. My dad wanted me to shut the window in his office because it was raining.  I stayed out here to get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blurry and the left one burns.  Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past two weeks were boring, really.  Had nothing to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about my game on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 24-0.. Twenty-four to nothing!  It was 19-0 in the first inning and I batted three times. O_O  I hit a home run the first time I came up to bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very, very sad game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108349535875332190?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108349535875332190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108349535875332190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108349535875332190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108349535875332190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-dont-know-how-long-its-been-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108206973709561963</id><published>2004-04-15T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T18:11:31.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out that Stephen does drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm going to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108206973709561963?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108206973709561963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108206973709561963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108206973709561963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108206973709561963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-found-out-that-stephen-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108190771127412270</id><published>2004-04-13T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:59:06.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that.. Susanne is the second person who says I should date Stephen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just found out the Laura doesn't like Stephen, after everyone is telling she she does.  She told me she doesn't.  Is that a good thing?  Do I like Stephen?  Do I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to like him?  Do I even want to date him?  Jeeze, I don't even know.  I only see him as a friend.  Am I taking this way out of what it really is to force myself to like him to make these people happy?  I don't want to do that, I want to like him only if I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; like him.  I don't want to 'like' someone if I really don't, nor do I want to date someone that I don't like that way for anyone to get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.. It's confusing and I don't know what to do.  *Sigh* Maybe he'll be at church tomorrow?  Will I look at him a different way?  Oh my.. will I talk to him.. even after what I've been told?  Will I act.. different?  Oh my.. should I even go to church?  &gt;_&lt;!  Why don't I know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain now hurts.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108190771127412270?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108190771127412270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108190771127412270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108190771127412270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108190771127412270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-just-realized-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108173643695339995</id><published>2004-04-11T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:24:29.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many thoughts I want to express, but can't.  Several reasons.  They're unfair thoughts, something I can't help but think when.. they're not fair.  I know why I think them, and I know why it's unfair, but I suppose it' in my nature to think them?  Human's in general are selfish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won't say them because of others reading them.  It's rather.. mean, sort of, but not exactly.  I don't know how to explain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and very.. ranty.. which.. never.. well, hardly happens.  x_x;  If it does, I usually catch myself and shut up.  Today's been.. -blah-.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have practice tomorrow, -thank god-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a guitar pick?  Yay.  *Dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108173643695339995?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108173643695339995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108173643695339995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108173643695339995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108173643695339995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-many-thoughts-i-want-to-express-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108173154791718050</id><published>2004-04-11T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:03:01.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've been trying to tell Stephen he should hook up with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.. Susanne has gone mad?  Stephen?  Me?  o_O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always adored you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Susanne's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said that Stephen was obsessed with cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108173154791718050?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108173154791718050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108173154791718050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108173154791718050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108173154791718050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/ive-been-trying-to-tell-stephen-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108129372427574521</id><published>2004-04-06T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T18:25:50.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was one of the worse days, in a more physical and social stand point.  My person emotions weren't as bad except the fact I was tired all day, like always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Period//Advanced Foods:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked cupcakes to sell at break--Easter cup cakes.  I bought one with green coconut on top.  It was good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Period//Spanish One:&lt;/strong&gt;  First of all, I don't like Spanish anyway.  I read my book most of the time until we played.. a game that I lost because I didn't know a Spanish word that started with 'O'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Period//English III:&lt;/strong&gt;  It was okay.  I didn't do my homework the night before, but oh well.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Period//US History Honors:&lt;/strong&gt;  This was the worst.  What bothered me the most is this girl, who claims to be a Christian, yet she's.. so.. I don't know a word for it.  (Y'see, AIDs orgininated.. well, sort of, with gay men..[we were watching a video of the 80's and it was brought up in there]) and her response?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIDs is God's way of punishing gay people..  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl cusses and says Jesus Christ -all- the time in vain and stuff.  I didn't say anything, but what I was thinking was that.. if God is so great, why would he punish someone, even if.. religiously, it's wrong?  That's supposably what 'his' people are for, to lead them the 'right' way, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she continued to be a pain throughout the entire class.  Gah.  *Rubs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had a game, too.  The beginning.. before the other team arrived..w as fun. o_O!  And then they showed up and we lost.  Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;--Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108129372427574521?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108129372427574521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108129372427574521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108129372427574521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108129372427574521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-was-one-of-worse-days-in-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108121441065949065</id><published>2004-04-05T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:23:55.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day.  I had to read and reread and reread something for the longest time to find something and it turns out I was reading the wrong part.  I'm tired of reading, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've worried all day about a friendship that I really shouldn't have and I was called weird for it.  Oi.  Oh well, it's over and I suppose we're still friends?  An.. odd.. yeah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a game today, lost in overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.  I'm so tired.  I'm tired all the time.  I hate it; I can't stand it.  And day light savings time.  Wtf?!  I just lost an hour of sleep I should.. get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108121441065949065?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108121441065949065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108121441065949065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108121441065949065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108121441065949065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/okay-i-have-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108095180092947825</id><published>2004-04-02T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:27:01.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a new song. =\  But I don't know what, really.  I'm hoping I'll find one by the end of this entry.  I want to put Blindside on here, but I can't find the code.  -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, and we lost our game.  0-1.  =\  It was close.  I went to 2 for 3.  *Yawn*  I have to go now.  I'll find a song sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108095180092947825?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108095180092947825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108095180092947825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108095180092947825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108095180092947825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-need-new-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108050355274474806</id><published>2004-03-28T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T14:56:05.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't know how to start this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to get tired with everything that has to do with Mason.  It's been.. three months, maybe, I really don't remember, and it's not working out.  On and off all the time and I can't take it.  He's.. a great guy, I suppose, just.. mm.. I'm sort of afraid of him in a way.  He seems like the type who'd be an abusive husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?  Kasey is the one who pointed it out to me, a few days ago.  My precious Kasey.  *Shrugs*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to Mason soon.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108050355274474806?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108050355274474806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108050355274474806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108050355274474806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108050355274474806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-really-dont-know-how-to-start-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108043756319418927</id><published>2004-03-27T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T20:36:15.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really didn't mean my last post.  I've just been very moody with the Canada situation and everyone hating Mortal.  I don't want to get myself into that and I'm afraid the internet might lead me there.  I just didn't have anyone to express my emotions to.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive everyone?  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108043756319418927?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108043756319418927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108043756319418927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108043756319418927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108043756319418927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-really-didnt-mean-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108042350224159846</id><published>2004-03-27T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:41:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel.. drugged.. or something, but I'm not.  Maybe it's my mood and I don't really have anyone to talk to.  No one's on or no one wants to talk to me.  I tried talking to Alyssa but that was ----ed.  *Shrugs*  Oh well.  I'm really starting to get fed up with everything that happens online.  It's starting to get to me.  I just want to get rid of Yahoo and AIM and all of it, so I wouldn't have to worry about it, but I know it'd bother other people.  I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why they like me so much.  People I don't know or those I just start talking to, "Oh, I think I like you."  Wtf, you haven't even spoken to me five minutes and you like me?  (Not like.. love type of like, just like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe softball is affecting my mood, or my father bugging me all the time.  I don't know.  *Sigh* I just want to through the internet out and forget it all.  *Sighs*  I just never know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just start going invisable on Yahoo and never IM anyone on AIM.  I'll talk to them if they IM me, but I won't IM anyone because I just.. hardly want to talk.  Especially to certain people for certain problems.  I don't think I can talk to Alyssa like that.  Most of the time I'm like this, I just talk to her to feel better, but I never tell her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know about &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; or the things I'm going through.  No one does.  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do, and it's starting to build up and I don't put it in here because of people reading it, people I know in real like.  I don't want them to know, it's.. mm.. *Rubs head* I just.. I don't think I'm even fit for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said too much as it is.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108042350224159846?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108042350224159846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108042350224159846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108042350224159846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108042350224159846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-108023712041129099</id><published>2004-03-25T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:56:50.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, kids.  I’m at school typing this because I have nothing else better to do.  I haven’t been online at my home for a few days so I’m stuck doing this.  It's okay.  My dad got a new computer and we're not allowed on it.  What a butt face.  Oh well.  He’s keeping the old one so we’ll have that one, so I can still get on the internet.  I hope we’ll have it by Sunday or I’m going to have to force myself on his computer for Rain’s Envy’s update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester, I am not going to Canada.  I don’t want to go anymore, not there.  So much drama and such.  I don’t think I’d be able to handle it.  I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ll go anywhere anyway because of my school schedule for next year, depending.  *Yawns*  I’m tired. -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-108023712041129099?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/108023712041129099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=108023712041129099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108023712041129099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/108023712041129099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/okay-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107982623459213922</id><published>2004-03-20T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:47:16.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a pain in my brain.  Not a headache, a &lt;em&gt;pain.&lt;/em&gt;  I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's girlfriend gave birth to little baby Madison Nichole.. ^_^ The baby shower was held today, which was when it was scheduled.  The baby wasn't scheduled until April second and it came today.  We held the baby shower without the parents.  How amusing.  It was okay, though.  Very sweet.  My.. cousin gave them some advice in the book we were getting them.  Wanna hear?  Huh?  Okay, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No love without the glove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o I didn't get it until someone told me.. T'was funny.  My other cousin, who has had three kids, didn't get it until someone told her.  I laughed, though, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharp pain.. ow.. help?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay.  Tired, but okay.  I'll go now.  Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I saw Morgan Friday!  AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;this sick strange darkness&lt;br /&gt;comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;and as I stared I counted&lt;br /&gt;webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;and hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;stop this pain tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blink 182, "I Miss You"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107982623459213922?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107982623459213922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/your-true-nature-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107966175459955399</id><published>2004-03-18T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:05:54.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107966175459955399?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107957615770693999</id><published>2004-03-17T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T21:19:16.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We won our game and I was three for four.  I broke my bat!  My brand new bat!  I hadn't even had it a week before it was broken!  GARG!  I was mad. ;-; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a chance to speak to Aly for the first in a few days.  Not for long.  She had to leave.  =\  Oh well.  I'm tired.  We won 8-0.  greatness.  Which reminds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go.  I bees tired.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107957615770693999?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107957615770693999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107957615770693999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107957615770693999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107957615770693999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/we-won-our-game-and-i-was-three-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107931308683035689</id><published>2004-03-14T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:14:41.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was something.. different.  I went over to Brittany's house--again.  I had a good time.  We were outside a lot of the time and she helped me clean in the inside of my car.  She did my hair before we left her house and I like it.  It was something different than what it usually looks like; however, it was still up in a pony-tail-sort-of-way.  Only one person noticed; I guess because I always have it up.  It was still different.  I need to get it cut shorter.  It's so thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired and I don't really know why.  At the evening service of church, Keela scratched my back the entire time and I gave her a dollar at the end of the service.  She does pretty good.. ^_^;  Woot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;altashhethdalji:&lt;/strong&gt;Your posse scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgraced_moon:&lt;/strong&gt; my posse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgraced_moon:&lt;/strong&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgraced_moon:&lt;/strong&gt; how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;altashhethdalji:&lt;/strong&gt; Jus'.. because.. they do.  They love me. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgraced_moon:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgraced_moon:&lt;/strong&gt; because your awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have the weirdest conversations with Heather.  *Shakes head*  But.. those people really do scare me.  *Shrugs* Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your records, take you freedom&lt;br /&gt;Take your memories, I dont need 'em&lt;br /&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;br /&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br /&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Keith Urban, "You'll Think of Me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107931308683035689?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107931308683035689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107931308683035689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107931308683035689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107931308683035689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107926794096375995</id><published>2004-03-14T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T07:42:14.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was one of my.. better moods.  Not great or happy moods, but better from all my not-feeling-so-well-leave-me-alone moods.  I [edit]ed at Mortal again.  I felt bad for it, but when I don't feel well, I can't help it.  I don't.. mean to.  I usually don't snap at people either, I need to stop.  Lately, it's been getting easier and easier.  And soon enough it'll get harder to stop.  I need to stop and just hold my tongue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was bad, I couldn't sleep.  I stayed up and watched the credits of &lt;strong&gt;Master of Disguise&lt;/strong&gt; and bits and pieces of &lt;strong&gt;Anger Management&lt;/strong&gt;.  I also read the Proluge and Chapter One of my new book, &lt;em&gt;The Guardian&lt;/em&gt; by Nicholas Sparks.  When I get time, I may type the letter in the Prologe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was killed by a tumor, and a little over a month after he died, a package was sent to his wife.  It held a great dane puppy and the letter.  I cried after I read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog, a few years later {Chapter One} is hilarious.  It's a good book so far, considering how much I read.  I'll need to take it with me to school so I c'n read it more.  I still need to finish &lt;strong&gt;Invisable Man&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's very interesting, but nothing.. too bad is happening.  And the print is so small.. x_x it takes forever to read a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Alyssa yesterday and it wasn't much.  She left before I could tell her something.&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad because I was acting stiff around her, I had no emotion speaking to her.  Oi.  I need to start saving my messages through Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;All right, from now on, my messages will be saved.  I'm tired and I don't have much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three games this week:  Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.  Tuesday is away, the others are home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story for US History is due on Thursday.  I really need to get around and write the beginning to it, type it and fix some things.  I have the ending and all the main plot parts, but nothing really states all people lived during the civil war.  I also need to finish it soon enough for Mrs. Whitaker, my English Teacher, to read over it and help me with it.  I borrowed a creative writing book from her, I really want to improve because I know I'm not that good.  *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  I think I'll go now and just rummage around online.&lt;br /&gt;Au revior.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're always throwing kisses from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight I caught one&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years old&lt;br /&gt;I dare to swim further out&lt;br /&gt;I know you're always throwing kisses from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight I caught one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blindside, "Shekina"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107926794096375995?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107926794096375995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107926794096375995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107926794096375995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107926794096375995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/last-night-was-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107922339673877663</id><published>2004-03-13T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T19:20:48.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some good news.  I have Josh Groban on my blog, "Remember When It Rained"  It's such a beautiful song.  *Loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has not been my day.  It's been all.. 'blah'.  Just one of those days.  *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison was listening to my cellphone's ring tones, I was watching her, paying attention to her eyes and thought, &lt;em&gt;Is it just me, or is her eyes two different colors?&lt;/em&gt;  Of course, I asked her and she said yes.  I was like.. Oh my goodness.  I've never seen anyone with two different colored eyes.  One was a pale green and the other was pale blue.  It was hard to tell, but I noticed.  Her mom said she had green eyes and Brooks, Allison's father, has blue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  What else?  Uhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get a new layout because the picture of my old one wasn't working.  I've seen this one before and I've meant to change it.. but I lost it.  It's okay, I've got it now.  ^_^  I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am down, and oh my soul so weary&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come, and my heart burdened be&lt;br /&gt;Then I am still and wait here in the silence&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up so I can stand on mountains.&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.&lt;br /&gt;I am strong when I am on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up to more than I can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Groban, "You Raise Me Up"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107922339673877663?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107922339673877663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107922339673877663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107922339673877663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107922339673877663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107914931880453691</id><published>2004-03-12T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:47:47.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Personality Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAMER&lt;br /&gt;(Submissive Introvert Abstract Feeler )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just 11% of the population you are a DREAMER (SIAF)--reserved and imaginative. You are basically the shy, silent type. You don't have much interest in facts and figures or most of what's going on around you, but the internal worlds you build for yourself are rich and complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, your creativity and strong heart mean you have a deep personality evident to anyone who gets to know you. It's just that not many people do, because most everyone thinks you're a loser. Talk to yourself less, other people more, little shaver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die when I'm 77.. from www.thespark.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107914931880453691?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107914931880453691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107914931880453691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107914931880453691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107914931880453691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/personality-test-dreamer-submissive.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107914688055190660</id><published>2004-03-12T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:04:32.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my.. we just broke West Davidson softball history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held North Davidson for four innings, zero to zero.. (We still lost) but we held them and that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score was 6-0.  I did good playing defensivly.. my offense was horrible..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw.. Leslie(she didn't see me) and Laura, she saw me, hugged.. and.. Jessica.. another hug.  She called me babe. o.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH MY GAWD&lt;/em&gt;.. I saw Kasey!  Rawr.. Si se pueda!  I was walking and I looked at her.. like.. "I know her.." and she had the same confused looked, and all of a sudden she was like.. "Si se pueda"  It's great stuff.  I realized who it was.. ^_^;; She's my 'Si se peuda' person.  It's great stuff..  I have to pee and I GOT MY BAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited and I denno.. it's.. weird.. x_x Oh well.. I really have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lean on me&lt;br /&gt;When you're not strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you carry on &lt;br /&gt;For.....it won't be long &lt;br /&gt;Till I'm gonna need &lt;br /&gt;Somebody to lean on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Various Artists, "Lean On Me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107914688055190660?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107914688055190660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107914688055190660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107914688055190660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107914688055190660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107904843705327622</id><published>2004-03-11T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:57:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got Hobastank on my blog.  How frikken awesome is that?  I'm going to see if I can get it clearer from somewhere.. it sounds a bit.. odd.. but.. &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is trying to give me a webpage.  Confusing stuff.  But I understand now.. ya know what..  I can have my blog up and listen to my Hobastank all the time now.. ^_^; I.. -gack- bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With one hand high&lt;br /&gt;You'll show them your progress&lt;br /&gt;You'll take your time&lt;br /&gt;But no one cares&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jimmy Eat World, "My Sundown"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107904843705327622?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107904843705327622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107904843705327622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107904843705327622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107904843705327622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/people-i-just-got-hobastank-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107896157779791944</id><published>2004-03-10T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T18:36:06.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there was any word I could wipe from the English dictionary.. or.. language, it would be 'sorry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like.  It's really starting to get on my nerves.  The fact other people say it.  Plus when I say it, no one notices or cares.  I didn't mean to do something and I say sorry.. is it that important?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. it's done with.  Does any of this make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I finish my story for US History.. it will offically by the very first story I finish.  I will frame it.  ^_^  I've gotten a lot written since last night.  If I write it good enough, it could make me cry.  )_) Scary.  Woo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa, you have no reason to be sorry.  I should be the one saying sorry because it's my post before this, that makes me feel bad.  Nothing was meant to hurt you in way, shape or form.. I said it so I could say it.. so it wouldn't be bottled up.. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one thing, you're the one thing, baby&lt;br /&gt;Makes this world heaven, makes the whole thing right&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing, that means something, baby,&lt;br /&gt;The one I believe in, the one thing I need in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Bolton, "The One Thing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107896157779791944?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107896157779791944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107896157779791944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107896157779791944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107896157779791944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/if-there-was-any-word-i-could-wipe.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107888266929844307</id><published>2004-03-09T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:40:56.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aye.  I've been used to disappointment.. just.. not from Alyssa.  It hurts.  Really.  *Sighs*  I figured if I told her about the problem with AE, and having to delete it if nothing happens.. it'd affect her with posting soon..  Just.. I've seen so many chances for her to go in.. and post.. as one character, at least one.  I never said on having to post as all of them at the same time.  I didn't care about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get to role play with her on a forum anymore.  I don't care for RP Chat anyway.  I don't know why I even bother with it.  Yeah, Natalee is fun.. but it's not the same.  I'd prefer a forum over anything else.. because it gives me time.  But the fact I can't role play with Alyssa makes a difference.  It disappoints me and the fact I can't see.. talk to her as much affects me.  It hurts.  She's the only one I can really talk to.. and.. mm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not her.. maybe she's always disappointed me.. and I've.. never noticed?  Like.. it was nothing big, that from time to time I felt slightly hurt but nothing mattered?  It was all fine and dandy?  I don't know.  I never have answers.  *Sighs*  I hate it when people ask me something and I don't have the answer and I'm getting off topic to the whole meaning of the post.  Oi.  My throat is hurting from trying not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to make this blog private because of my feelings I don't really want to get out, but I know a lot of people read them.  I shouldn't even post this, but I have to get it out.. I know it'll make her feel bad if she reads it.. which hurts me.. *Sighs* I denno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be a beautiful letdown&lt;br /&gt;thats what I'll forever be&lt;br /&gt;and though it may cost my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing for free&lt;br /&gt;we're still chasing our tails in the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;in our dark water planet still spins in a race&lt;br /&gt;where no one wins and no one's one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Switchfoot, "Beautiful Letdown"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107888266929844307?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107888266929844307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107888266929844307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107888266929844307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107888266929844307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/aye.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107878941169811150</id><published>2004-03-08T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T18:57:21.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi.  I had a game today, but we lost; however, I got a fair hit.  And my cell phone keeps ringing.. and.. and.. there's a car parked in front of my house on the highway.. with it's lights on.. scary.  I'm not going out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD!  Last night we had like.. 50-60-70 mile an' hour winds.. and I was coming home.. and my car was all 'survy' on the road and everything.  I wush scurred.  I had to pull over because I thought something was attached to my car.  I didn't see anything, until this morning.  But, anyway.  My mom called and I was coming home and she said if I wasn't there soon she was coming after me.. I called her back to ask if she wanted me to go to my grandmothers.  I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after school I was taking Tabitha to the store and I noticed something under the front of my car.  Something plastic and a wire?  Odd.. I need to check on that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention I hurt my hand at the game.  It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also need to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash away&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hilary Duff, "Come Clean"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107878941169811150?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107878941169811150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107878941169811150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107878941169811150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107878941169811150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/oi.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107869344305881727</id><published>2004-03-07T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:07:07.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life of Kindergarterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Fart head!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: FINE!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: you can't come to my birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Awh. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Runs away crying*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Well&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: I guess...&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: you can still come.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Worm eater&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You're so mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: fine.&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: your mean to me&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You were mean first!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: I thought we were best friends!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *cries also* Bird chewer!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Butt sniffer.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Button eater.&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: stink butt.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Nose picker.&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Sand snorter.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Poop poker!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: ...Snack stealer!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Toe licker!@&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *haughty nose ligt*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: lift*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Butt Sniffer!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Already said that one*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: o_o&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Insult copier!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: oh well.&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Glue eater!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Pokes her in the eye* Eye poop eater&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: yeah well. You take naps!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Gasp* &lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You still wear diapers!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Your mommy still gives you baths!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Your mommy still picks out your cloths!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Your mommy still ties your shoes, and helps you get dressed!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You still ride in the car seat!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Your mommy still has to cut your food at dinner, and then she feeds it to you!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You still sit in the high chair at the table... and still eat baby food!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You still wet the bed!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You still use a night light!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You still sleep with your mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You sleep with a teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You still carry your blankie to school!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You eat bugs&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You eat mud.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: you still make mud pies!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: and you eat them!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: They're good!  You eat your bogers!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You can't color inside the lines!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You don't know how to spell your name!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *titter(&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: **&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You can't even say your name!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: ;-;!  You don't know how to count!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: you can't say the ABCs!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You're missing a finger!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: lmfao&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You don't have both legs!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries* You don't even have a head!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Wait.. yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You don't even have a foot!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You can't fingerpaint!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You can't draw!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You called the teacher mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: She is my mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You make fun of Bobby!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Bobby thinks your ugly!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: The teacher doesn't like you!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: you can't spell train!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: I can to!  T-R-I-A-N!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You spelled it wrong! It's T-R-A-I-N!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries* You hurt people's feelings!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You hurt my feelings!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Runs away crying*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: YOUR NOT MY BEST FRIEND ANYMORE SANDY-PANTS&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Gasp* I can't believe you!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries more*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: I'm telling!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *runs to teacher* Teacher teacher!!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: No!  I am! *Runs after* Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: She called me a booger eater and said I still wear diapers and and&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: She said I still wet the bed and said I don't have both legs!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: She said I don't have a foot and that I can't draw and that I eat bugs!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: She said I eat her mud pies and I can't draw and called me a sand snorter!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: She said that I still sleep with a night light, and a teddy bear, and she called me a booger eater!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries some*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: She's so mean to me!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *cries more* She's meaner to me! She pulled my hair when I was trying to swing!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: I did not!  She pulled up my dress so Bobby could see my pannies!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: I did not! She told bobby to put sand in my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Runs off*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Hides in the sandbox*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *goes and hides in the giant tire*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Stays* Ready or not; here I come!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *is quiet*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Searches*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Turns around, runs to the tire*  Found you!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Did not!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: I did, too!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Pokes*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *runs to the sandbox* Home!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You're it!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Ack.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Doesn't poke; runs after* The sandbox is not home!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: The.. the.. uh.. Jungle gym is!  *Points, then pokes her shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Is too!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You're it.&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Runs!*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: No&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *pokes back and runs*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Runs after, tackles*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *skins knee falling down, cries*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries from her crying*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: You hurted me!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: You hurted me first!&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Not-uh&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: your knee isn't bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Cries*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *shoves*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Your it! *runs*&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Falls down* Heeeey..!  That's not fair! &lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: *Runs after*&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *gets to the jungle gym* Safe! I win!&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: * Bell rings* Awh.&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: Awh..&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: *shuffles towards the school*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107869344305881727?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107869344305881727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107869344305881727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107869344305881727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107869344305881727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/life-of-kindergarterns.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107868615823017364</id><published>2004-03-07T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T14:05:42.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi.  I'm tired.  I've gotten RE in a few voting sites.  It's great stuff.  I'm watching My Girl.  That's such a sad movie.. ;-; I &lt;3 it.  Oh well.  Rawr.  I denno what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hoobastank, "The Reason"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107868615823017364?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107868615823017364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107868615823017364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107868615823017364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107868615823017364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/oi_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107860436953697806</id><published>2004-03-06T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T15:23:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right.. the softball stats are added.  Yes.  I think I'm going to add a bit of a song at the end of each post.. if I remember.  At least.. I'll try.  Yey.. I know what song I'm going to do today, if I remember to do it.  I want to find a skin where it's all rain-y and stuff for a writing journal.  The one I have, I don't think will work because there's been no response at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to continue my story.  I've gotten part of part two complete.. I just need sometime to continue with it.   I also need to write a paper for US history.  Sometime.  Oi.  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Heather's not mad at me.  I don't want her to be.  I was just doing my job as an administrator.  *Rubs head*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm going to wrap this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still and silent.&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I know why I'm alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Groban, "When You Say You Love Me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107860436953697806?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107860436953697806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107860436953697806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107860436953697806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107860436953697806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107857898591152338</id><published>2004-03-06T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T08:19:28.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The chattbox thing, sorry.. well, it's okay.  The rule still stands for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  I need to add the softball stat thinger.  I'm not putting a schedule.  I'll just put how many games over the record.  Like this, so far we are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Games:  2&lt;br /&gt;Record:  1-2&lt;br /&gt;Conference Games: 1&lt;br /&gt;Record:  0-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've only played two games, yes, but we tied the first.  That's why it says 1-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday I have a home game.  I don't know if I'll be online or anything.  I don't know what else to say.  Oh well.  Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Me-A-gun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107857898591152338?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107857898591152338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107857898591152338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107857898591152338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107857898591152338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/chattbox-thing-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107835648331198867</id><published>2004-03-03T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T18:31:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the rule for the chatterbox is for serious outbreaks.  I'm doing this now at a little insult for the fact they lead to bigger ones.  I am being completely honest on this deal.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is violence really the answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sheesh!  I was sitting at lunch, reading the school paper and eating a crossant my Advanced Foods teacher made (It was wonderful, I might add) and all of a sudden, two people are stood up and banging each other.  They manage to get on the other side of the table I was at and on the floor.  I stood up and got away.  It was horrible.  I saw blood and everything.  I lost my appetitte after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was some smaller guy, some idiot, but potatoes on this bigger guys back and laughed about it and the bigger guy got mad and just.. -BAM!- there was a fight.  Mm.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leanred a lot in US History yes'erday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:  I learned that if the cotten gin was not invented, slavery would have died out around 1805.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a game tomorrow and I leave school at 2:30.  Wiggin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Violence is not the answer, kids.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107835648331198867?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107835648331198867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107835648331198867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107835648331198867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107835648331198867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/okay-rule-for-chatterbox-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107827214157386759</id><published>2004-03-02T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:46:20.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My game for tomorrow was cancelled; because of rain.  That's gay.  I've also noticed.. I've been saying 'gay' a lot. o_O  It's funny because everyone's like, "Oh, it's gay now?"  *Shrugs* It's funny if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the guidance counsler-person about the Student Exchange and they were suprised that I was the one who was wanting to do.. instead of having someone come into my house.  They didn't have any information on it and I was angered.  Oh well.  They also asked when.  I said next semester for a few months, they even said I could go over the summer.  I said that would be great, because I wouldn't miss tennis..  However, that depends on where I'm going.  If I can't go to a country like Germany or Italy, France or Greece, Rome.. I'd go to Canada.. but if it's summer, I wouldn't want to go.. because I would want to go to PEI.. and.. Gavin would be there that summer.. I don't.. want to go when he's there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I was able to go to a country like I listed above, the summer wouldn't be a problem.  I so want to go to one of those.  I may be limited to an English speaking country because of me not knowing any other language other than English and a bit of Spanish.  I would take German.. but no.. I can't.  They don't offer anymore. *Anger*  Oh well!  Canada sounds nice.  I just.. don't want to miss tennis, but I guess this opportunity won't come much.  It's tennis or softball?  What's the chances of me missing softball my.. &lt;em&gt;senior&lt;/em&gt; year.  My senior year also takes affect.. because.. it's my &lt;em&gt;senior&lt;/em&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should of thought of that early.. like.. before my junior year.  Oh well.  *Shrugs* I'd be great.. but I really don't want to get my hopes up.. incase there are.. specific qualifications.  *Yawns*  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be adding my softball schedule soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 you all.. well, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107827214157386759?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107827214157386759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107827214157386759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107827214157386759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107827214157386759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-game-for-tomorrow-was-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107818255667979954</id><published>2004-03-01T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:12:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi.  My stomach hurts.  I think it's from the orange juice I drank.  Oh, that reminds me.. I need to go to the store to buy some things for our pizza tomorrow.  In Advanced Foods, we're making pizzas.  Rawr.  Chris and I are sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I've offically hurt Mortal.  I.. didn't really.. mean to.. just.. he was going on about the same thing he always goes on about and I can't explain things to him and I get frusted, not only with him, but myself.  I don't know how to explain these things he needs to know, everything I tell him rarely comes out right anyway.  -Gawd-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are cold.  The game we were suppose to have today, was moved to Thursday.  I have five games in a row.  (Not counting weekends)  I need to post before those days, because I won't get a chance until this weekend.  I'll try and do it today or tomorrow.  Promise.  I have a game Wednesyday, Thursday and Friday.. and then Monday and Tuesday.  Ugh.  Oh well.  It took me forever to find my number today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107818255667979954?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107818255667979954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107818255667979954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107818255667979954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107818255667979954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/03/oi_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107801809604082909</id><published>2004-02-28T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:31:09.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, well.. I've become severly bored, so I'm writing in here again.  Garg.  Driven to boredom.  I probably should work on my story but I'm completely lazy and I don't feel like it.  I don't even feel like posting in &lt;em&gt;Rain's Envy&lt;/em&gt;, either.  I need to.  I probably need to reply to her before I continue my story.  Or, if I get bored tonight I'll work on &lt;em&gt;Part Two&lt;/em&gt;.  Oh well.  My creativity level has sunk since I wrote &lt;em&gt;Part One.&lt;/em&gt;  Yeah.. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole list of movies and books I need to watch/read.  I'll make a seperate section for that when I finish.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start a quote or saying of the entry, maybe.  Like, something from a movie or a book, perhaps.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm.. Mortal wants me to help with his role play, but.. mm.. I don't know.  I have softball, plus &lt;em&gt;Rain's Envy&lt;/em&gt;, The Chat Zone and all the other stuff I have to do.  It would take away my RP time and writing time.  I'd love to, but time is short for me.  Garg.  Oh well.  I don't know what to do.  I could help, but I couldn't RP.  I might, but not much because I don't know magic or anything like that.  *Shrugs* Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107801809604082909?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107801809604082909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107801809604082909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107801809604082909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107801809604082909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/02/okay-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107799986361774099</id><published>2004-02-28T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:27:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just seen.. &lt;strong&gt;Passion of the Christ&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was good, but very, very graphic.  I couldn't watch all of it, well.. I did.. I just managed to cover my eyes with my sweatshirt.  I'm very queasy, and I usualy don't get like this during a movie.. but.. I couldn't watch it when they were beating him with the whip with several strands and glass hanging on the end.. oh, it was horrible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing the question game with Heather and Alyssa, seperatly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather's Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altashheth Dalji: Do you luff me?&lt;br /&gt;defiled lotus: I love you like the moon loves the stars *poetic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun. =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107799986361774099?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107799986361774099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107799986361774099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107799986361774099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107799986361774099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-just-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107793628066159758</id><published>2004-02-27T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:49:17.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I want to make this my first official entry.  I've decided that I'm not going to tell anyone about this site if I can help it.  If they find it on their own, that's wonderful for them.  Hehe.  I don't care if they find it, but who needs to know about it?  I think I've shown.. someone, but oh well.  I need to get a comment code as soon as possible, but I don't know where to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know?  Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is officially exhausted.  I finished part one of my story, and I feel accomplished.  Even though it's short, for a part, it's okay, because the story probably isn't going to be that long anyway.  Just a mini-story, I suppose.  I'm starting small because I've.. never written a complete story.  I've started and let it die.  I don't even have the ones I've started, except.. one.  It was like.. a paragraph or two, pretty good I suppose, but when I went to continue, the second part I added was horrible. *Shakes head* I think if I take some of the advice from the book I'm reading--a creative writing book I'm borrowing from my English teacher--I'll manage.  So far I've gotten a.. semi-journal.  It's more of a folder, really.  I also have taken notes of things I've seen.  I took a name I saw on television, plus a few things from a movie I thought was funny.  Could give me ideas. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is so deep, it's not even funny.  It's all the way up to my window right now.  I took my blind dog and set him out in deep snow.  He was so cute.  He tried to walk away, but I got him and sat him back down in level ground.  I should have gotten pictures.  Oh well.  That reminds me, I need a new camera.  All mine suck and never give me pictures.  I want to save up and get a digital one like Earl has.  I like his camera.  I took pictures at the Christmas Cantata because he couldn't--he was in it.  All my pictures were good except for a few.  Some were blurry and then some weren't centered.. ya know.  Uncentered pictures is a petpeeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several petpeeves.  Uncentered pictures, those who repeat themselves, those who.. this may sound.. rude, but those who can't see the picture.. like, don't understand the logical answer?  I'm sorry. ;-;  I bet that doesn't even make sense, because that's not.. it, I can't explain it.  Garg!  I give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of writing, so I'm going to go. *Wave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, kids.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107793628066159758?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107793628066159758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107793628066159758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107793628066159758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107793628066159758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/02/okay-i-want-to-make-this-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545017.post-107791239567449597</id><published>2004-02-27T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T15:20:29.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All righty, children.  Look how good I am.  ^_^;;!  I be awesome and I rock my own socks, because I'm wearing them.  I've moved from LiveJournal.  I know, they're great.. but I can't make a layout with that beast.  I'll stay here, because I have a creative writing journal on Blogger, so.. ya know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, kids.&lt;br /&gt;-- Meagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545017-107791239567449597?l=rejectionletters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/feeds/107791239567449597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545017&amp;postID=107791239567449597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107791239567449597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545017/posts/default/107791239567449597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejectionletters.blogspot.com/2004/02/all-righty-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Altashheth Dalji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11699182847416238720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
