<?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-18338778</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies + ice cream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-116736595752533041</id><published>2006-12-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:19:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;been a while...i know for a fact no ones reading this... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's been a good, good christmas....my mom got me a new computer, so I can play around with stuff...(it's an old one, plays only DOS games, but thats good...I'm working on one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;johnny bought me a bunch o' shirts, but was mad to find out that I still wear me ol' red plaid shirt over top anyway...ha ha ha...sucks to be him...i will never shed the plaid outer layer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i bought johnny a copy of harvey birdman for christmas, but gave it to him early 'cause he was sad... :( i was sad too, his mom died on christmas eve and i really miss her too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the gift was kinda for both of us, because i love birdman as much as he does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i said before that my mom was getting married, and im much happier about it now...he actually helped me with my insulin the other day and that was nice...sometimes i have trouble putting the needle in when im sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hope everyone has a good new year and had a good christmas (i always spell it chsirtmas the first time!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;lance m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;p.s after reading through this, i realise that i sound like a 5 year old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-116736595752533041?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/116736595752533041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=116736595752533041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/116736595752533041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/116736595752533041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2006/12/hiyo.html' title='Hiyo'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-115749424539134907</id><published>2006-09-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:12:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Fucking Christ!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How do I tell the difference between his disorder and his goddamn PMS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I feel like flipping off every fucking couple I see, holding hands, making out or otherwise and I think Lance is cheating on me" &lt;--- from J's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I fucking can't stand him when he's like this and he'll never even talk to me about this...He can be sweet, I swear but I can't believe he thinks so little of me. I haven't even THOUGHT about another guy/girl since we started dating and I live with the freak for Gods sake. Not like I have spare time. I think he's worried because I'm popular at school and now he's not around to watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Garrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My mom's getting engaged. (Nooooooooo)...But the fellow's kind of nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think if J keeps this crap up, it'll be to fraying to my nerves and I'll have to break up with him, but man! I don't want to. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;l.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-115749424539134907?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/115749424539134907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=115749424539134907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/115749424539134907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/115749424539134907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2006/09/holy-fucking-christ.html' title='Holy Fucking Christ!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113875527467573884</id><published>2006-01-31T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:54:34.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaos</title><content type='html'>its kind of total chaos...sometimes good chaos and sometimes bad chaos...but its starting to drive me crazy. i think if i didn't have jj, i'd be in a mental hospital...&lt;br /&gt;and i went to see my dad the otherday to collect some cds i left (which makes me collection bigger, an even 700**...) and i think he cracked my ribs. by the time i wanted to hit him back, i couldn't really move my arm. but it feels better, but i hope not broken like the other...(curse you roof).&lt;br /&gt;when i got on the bus and came home everyone was ready for a roadtrip to montreal, so we went and i went to a college orientation. it was fun, and we ate a lot of fast food.&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, my mom was in bed with her boyfriend (ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww). but i don't blame her in theory (if i look like it as an adult) but as her son "ewwwwwwwwww".&lt;br /&gt;my kidneys hurt. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113875527467573884?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113875527467573884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113875527467573884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113875527467573884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113875527467573884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2006/01/chaos.html' title='chaos'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113734997733369746</id><published>2006-01-15T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:34:33.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;im soooooooo stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i notce that i over-react with dumb thing,but jj and me have never ever fought as a couple, and he gets reeealll snitty when i say stupid things....like "you smell like cheese." or something.&lt;br /&gt;as for the nacho incident, we both took the afternoon off, and i changed in my room while jj changed in the bathroom, cursing at me and probably throwing up his hands and ranting in russian. we both took showers, but he still smelledlike cheese...in a good way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got into a video-game tiff with my brother. i SWEAR i have beaten his best fighting average in Soul Caliber 2 (and between you and me, i think he's getting on in age...**21!**). he's to old to play video games. but when i turn 21, the "to-old-to-play" age will go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my moms dating again.....gross. his names Mitul, and i think he's a doctor or something.&lt;br /&gt;i wangt her to be happy, but i don't like ity when she stays out to late.&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;l.m&lt;br /&gt;*i feel vented*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113734997733369746?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113734997733369746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113734997733369746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113734997733369746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113734997733369746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2006/01/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113704071582574717</id><published>2006-01-11T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:49:01.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>i think i messed things up with JJ...i know he doesnt handle bigots as well as i can, but i hate it when he hurts people!! and then i yelled at him and im pretty sure he stopped loving me, because i yelled at him once and didn't see him for a month.&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;help????&lt;br /&gt;-l.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113704071582574717?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113704071582574717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113704071582574717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113704071582574717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113704071582574717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2006/01/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113588846536128733</id><published>2005-12-29T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:34:25.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooooooooooot</title><content type='html'>just got back from JJ's grampa's funeral.  thats not why for the happy title, though. that would probably be really sick. O.o&lt;br /&gt;now i have more cds...its makes 692 with the 5 i just got:&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson - Lest We Forget&lt;br /&gt;System of a Down - Hypnotize&lt;br /&gt;System of a Down - Mesmerize&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon (a replacement)&lt;br /&gt;stutterfly - A Light in Guinevere's Garden&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 - Best Hits&lt;br /&gt;and we went to see the Leafs kick ass like they should! (wooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;on xmas eve we were sitting in my room and JJ looked really upset. it happened really fast, but we did it and it was really good, and weird. i have never actually had sex with a guy, but im glad it was him. (of course it was him) i felt comfortable and it felt really right. unlike the first time, with Christine, where I really didn't feel like it was what i wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. no capitals. sorry....i'm excited, and about to face JJ in soul caliber 3 (where i'll kick his ass)&lt;br /&gt;-l.m&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays and sorry for a jumpy post...its not meant to sound shallow cause i love him. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113588846536128733?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113588846536128733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113588846536128733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113588846536128733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113588846536128733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2005/12/woooooooooooot.html' title='woooooooooooot'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113405847851296797</id><published>2005-12-08T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:14:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzerjigger</title><content type='html'>Name: lance&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: feb 29&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: hamilton&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: toronto&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'11&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: right&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: i unno&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: black converse-alikes&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: puppies and kittens&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: death, bugs are icky&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: bacon, garlic, extra crust ^^&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: get smarter (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: "well..."&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: where am i&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: people say my eyes &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: 11:30 or so&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: rooftop convos.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: diet coke :o&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: MacDonalds&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: single's good. you can make-out and its not creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: nestea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: neither (cry)&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: flavoured coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: noooo&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: yes (shame)&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: yes i also do.&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: i AM. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: nope. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: yeah, moderatly, (ego)&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: i have to be, in some cases.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: my mother yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: love them. sit outside in them. unless its cold.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: ohhh yeeaahhhh. guitar. my first and best lover. :)&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yes indeedy.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: no.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: d'oh. yes.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: yes.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: in fact, i haven't. (creepy)&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: yes.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: yes.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: noooo....unless you know something i don't?&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no. end of november, yes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: never.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: also yes. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: nooo.&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: why would i?&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: i don't!!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: a ROCKA~ (music something)&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: spain, the REAL country/language of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: w/e&lt;br /&gt;Height: i unno. shorter?&lt;br /&gt;Weight: doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: goths are sex-ay&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: erm...one. good ol' lady mary jane.&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: 687 on the dot. ;) non-burned, no duplicates.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: 8. mostly on my ears though.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: none. yet.&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: i dunno. prolly lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i commision thee jj...&lt;br /&gt;-l.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113405847851296797?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113405847851296797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113405847851296797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113405847851296797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113405847851296797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2005/12/quizzerjigger.html' title='quizzerjigger'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113372964168207711</id><published>2005-12-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:54:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hisss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got into a car accident yesterday (minor) and i felt really awful about it, too. then again, the guy who rear ended me was yelling at ME, and i didn't know what to do. i'm scared of getting in conflicts, and arguements, and fights, and i felt like curling up and dying when he was screaming and stuff. he got out of his car and it made me nervous, until jj got out the other side and said something (probably some creative threat) and the guy left me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'll never drive again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, i got a twinkie today and it rocked my world. it was better then sex!!! (its been three weeks since i last had sugar or something sweet). with the exepction (shit! how is that spelled???) of a can of stuff that i drank last week and misread the label. it made me so so sick. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my boring life *shakes head* to be nearly killed by a can of dr. pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;l.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113372964168207711?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113372964168207711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113372964168207711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113372964168207711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113372964168207711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2005/12/hisss.html' title='hisss'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113045454878693340</id><published>2005-10-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:09:57.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i actually GOT to thinking today, when i was staring out the stupid window in math class (2+2=kiss my ass) etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i never could understand how anyone could hate anyone, no matter what they'd done. i've known people i've despised (ooo big word), but i don't think anyone who seriously deserves a death penalty or a curse or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a friend named matthew in grade 8, and we were really close cause johnny was gone and the three of us had alwasy stuck together. since we were left, just the two of us, we ended having to get closer, and so we stuck it out together for almost a full year. that was when a kid in a higher grade, (no names, i don't like to spread hate) came into the school and tried to do a columbine thing. he shot only one kid, and that was matthew and that was in the head, right in front of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;of course, i was upset, and i want to see the guy hurt, and maybe locked away forever, but not dead, and i don't hate him. im not heartless, but i believe that he had problems, problems he didn't deal with in a good, healthy way and people can go ahead and hate him if they want, but that doesn't change the fact that matthew is dead and that the kid is screwed up and incarcerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this whole thing was brought about by a girl who said "i hate pink," and a few people i've heard recently muttering in my head space, "i hate fags,". i don't get it, really! people aren't bad, but they say bad things, and they do bad things, but i don't think anyone is born that way. born into that way, born and molded that way, but not born guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise that there will be ferther things that are stupider than this, and probably a lot less deep. a more entertaining read...to j.j anyway, since he is my only and sexiest visitor.;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;l.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(oww....to MUCH thinking...posts will prolly be shorter soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113045454878693340?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113045454878693340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113045454878693340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113045454878693340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113045454878693340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinking.html' title='thinking...'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18338778.post-113038004591612123</id><published>2005-10-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:08:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going with the flow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i'll admit right now that my commas and periods may not be in the right place and i suck to ass at spelling, but if j.j has a bloogle (that's what I call 'em) i'll get one too. all the cool boyfriends are doin it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;name: lance f. maitland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;age:17 (wOOt, sexual peak, here i come!) (wow, no pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;birthday: feb 29 (cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;likes: porn (do not judge me), johnny &lt;3, guitars (Betsy and Marmalade), music, writing music, video games, the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dislikes: math, school, anything that involves thinking too much, bad things, death, things with sugar in it (hiiiisssssss), writing uncomfortable blogs that no one will read :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats it for the first one. i hope to god that someone is reading johnny and listening to HIS interesting problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18338778-113038004591612123?l=lmaitland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/feeds/113038004591612123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18338778&amp;postID=113038004591612123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113038004591612123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18338778/posts/default/113038004591612123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmaitland.blogspot.com/2005/10/going-with-flow.html' title='going with the flow...'/><author><name>rum monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01098672919341568399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c299/rummonkey/flowersun01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
