<?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-31483978</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:39.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne's Webdiary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115436860099508243</id><published>2006-07-31T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:56:18.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should be Slapped</title><content type='html'>I should be slapped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'm relocating again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akj.blogsome.com"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115436860099508243?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115436860099508243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115436860099508243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115436860099508243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115436860099508243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-should-be-slapped.html' title='I Should be Slapped'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115415986676432502</id><published>2006-07-29T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:05:25.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 My Internet Life Gone</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm finally finished with driver's ed. This is too good to be true. :-D&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I celebrated the end of it by going on a little outing. We went to JC Pennies, where I got a pair of really loose jeans... and then... and then... and then... I drove a car for the very first time in my life! :-D :-D Yep. My mom taught me the basics in a deserted parking lot. Driving wasn't as horrifying as I thought it'd be... in fact, it was kinda fun. Haha. That's what the driver's ed teacher said people would say. Apparently she was right.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo yep, I'm psyched about learning how to drive. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted everything on my myspace. Pictures, blogs, about me, everything. I haven't cancelled it just yet because my e-mail account's being weird, but once it works normally, I'm gonna be gone. I'm kinda sick of being addicted, and really it's just a load of crap. I might get a new one someday and have nothing on it just for the purpose of being able to get in touch with people, but that day has yet to come. I'm also thinking about giving up AIM for a while. I don't like chatting on there that much anyway... and the people I want to talk to are never on at the same time as I am. And anyway, I much prefer doing stuff on the internet that doesn't involve the people I know in real life. On this blog, the only people who I comment and get comments from are total strangers... it's like having a whole separate life... and an escape from my other one.&lt;br /&gt;All that most likely has to do with the fact that I'm feeling like isolating myself a little bit from the people I know. That sounds bad, but I don't mean it in a bad way. I don't know. I guess I just want to be able to get the strength I need from myself rather than from others, and how else could I possibly do that?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhh well. In the long run, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115415986676432502?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115415986676432502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115415986676432502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115415986676432502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115415986676432502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/12-my-internet-life-gone.html' title='1/2 My Internet Life Gone'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115408391278992619</id><published>2006-07-28T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:07:58.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Result of Racism</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God. There's this really nice, arsty 58-year-old lady who works at the libary named Linette. Last night when I went to volunteer, she had black eyes and tons of nasty looking bruises. It turned out that just a week or two ago, she was the victim of a hate crime. She went on a walk with one of her friends, and then when she got back in her house, she didn't think to lock the door because she was just planning to go outside again to feed her cats. Right when she got inside, this teenage black male followed her in and attacked her. At some point, she was on the floor, and she started praying in tongues... then the guy got this weird look on his face, went out the door, and ran away. That's when Linette called the cops.&lt;br /&gt;The guy wasn't a robber because if he was, he would've taken one of the many chances he had to steal something. His sole purpose in breaking in was to beat up Linette. Linette says that he did it because she was a white lady... I don't know how she knows, but I guess he probably said some racial comments to her while beating her up or something.&lt;br /&gt;The cops haven't found him yet, but man, I hope like crap that they do. It's scary to think that there're people like that out wandering the streets. Hell, they don't deserve feet to walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all of Linette's medical bills total up to over $4,000. She's got insurance, but even still, that's an awful number. She's having a surgery on her nose on Monday, because it got misaligned to the point where she can't comfortably wear her glasses. She's also had to go to the dentist because some of her teeth became loose from biting the guy in self-defense... and of course, there're the several times she's been to a doctor for her other injuries.&lt;br /&gt;How could someone be so racist to justify beating up an innocent old lady? Jesus. And just the fact that the guy beat up a female is bad enough... how can he walk away with any self-esteem after doing something like that? Wow. I can't believe someone would do this to Linette. She's helped so many people throughout the years, and she didn't deserve something like that. Oh my God. She's the first person I know who's had something like that happen to her... before this, I never realized things like that were real. This world is a dreadful place.&lt;br /&gt;God, if you're real, please be with Linette. And if you're not real, then you can take care of her, Fate. Best wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115408391278992619?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115408391278992619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115408391278992619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115408391278992619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115408391278992619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/result-of-racism.html' title='Result of Racism'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115394031675920636</id><published>2006-07-26T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:03:47.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of Driver's Ed</title><content type='html'>Today was a looooong day in driver's ed. I felt retarded half the time because I was always one of the last to turn in my classwork assignments. I don't get how everyone else works so fast. We also had to do a word-unscrambling game... the class was divided up into 2 teams, and one person from each team would go up at a time to race to unscramble a word. I never managed to unscramble my words first... I like to believe it was because I was under pressure or something. And another thing... we had to watch this movie and prepare for a pop quiz afterwards. I paid attention pretty well considering that I was really tired, but then I got a B on the quiz, and crap like that just messes with my head because I usually make really high grades. And there were plenty of people around me making A's. MAN! See, my self-esteem is mostly built up around my smarts, and that's why I so desperately need to feel like I am.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;The day was also long because I was annoyed with this chick the other half of the time. Kristen Leinbach. Her name somehow seems to suit her really well. I knew her as a positive acquaintance about 3 years ago, and then we re-met in driver's ed. People often tell us that we look alike. Anyways, I was annoyed with her because she's one of the numerous who uses sarcasm to the point where it's ridiculous. Aneisha said at one point, "I guess death is the only escape from driver's ed," or something like that, and then I said, "Well, I guess I'll have to go shoot myself when I get home today." Then Kristen said, "I wouldn't miss you much." She did say she was kidding, but even so... why would anybody kid about things like that? Especially when you don't even know the person you're saying it to? I think I'm the only person there who she treats like that, and I find it very puzzling. Not to mention annoying. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that people say we look alike? I don't know. That's the only guess I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that all this driver's ed horse crap will be done with forever in less than 48 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115394031675920636?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115394031675920636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115394031675920636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115394031675920636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115394031675920636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-3-of-drivers-ed.html' title='Day 3 of Driver&apos;s Ed'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115379280525135092</id><published>2006-07-24T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:13:21.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Driver's Ed</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of driver's ed, which I've got all this week. It always sucks getting back to the waking up at 5:30 AM deal... and today, it was even worse because I woke up at 4:00. Not willingly of course. I woke up, looked at my clock, and thought, yay, another hour of sleep. But then after half an hour of chillin', I was thinking, crap, insomnia. So I just read Pet Sematary until 5:30, and then I took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I'd been dreading driver's ed for a while. Not because of the getting up early crap... I can manage that. I was dreading it simply because I was scared of the people who'd be there. I thought it'd be like gym class all over again. Last year, aka freshman year, gym class was really my only non-honors class, so I was with people who didn't give a crap or a lick about school. Aaaand it's those people who are usually the mean, making-fun-of-others kind. Since driver's ed is something everyone takes, like gym, I figured there'd be all these dreadful human beings there with me. But praise da lawd, I was mistaken. Nobody too frightening showed up. :-D&lt;br /&gt;You know, every time I worry about something like that, it usually winds up being all for nothing. I was nervous about my first basketball practice last year.. and then it turned out to kick arse. Ditto with the library this year. I was scared that it'd be somehow unpleasant... but again, I worried for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Different topic, but I wish like copulation that I had better social skills. I don't think I come off like a total bizzillatch, but I'm pretty sure I don't come off as the warm and friendly person that I am. Will practice help me fix that?&lt;br /&gt;Now for some studying... (GAH!) And then going to sleep 12 hours earlier than I normally do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115379280525135092?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115379280525135092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115379280525135092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115379280525135092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115379280525135092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-of-drivers-ed.html' title='First Day of Driver&apos;s Ed'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115369223015220126</id><published>2006-07-23T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:15:04.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You, Apathy</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel like a big blob of chub. Gah. I wish there weren't such high standards for women... take out a magazine, open it up, and check it out. Pages and pages and pages full of pictures of perfection. How are the imperfect supposed to react when they see those pages? I, being one of the imperfect, can't help but feel like I need to work to achieve the perfection I see. That propaganda robbed me of my satisfaction with the way I was. I can't eat anything tasty without thinking twice. I can't go through a day of no exercise without feeling sick with regret. The high standards took away my apathy. It was my apathy that allowed me to look into a mirror without cringing. Apathy allowed me to be attractive in my own eyes, the ones that count. But that source of comfort was tossed out the window, and that's a fricken shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115369223015220126?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115369223015220126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115369223015220126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115369223015220126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115369223015220126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-miss-you-apathy.html' title='I Miss You, Apathy'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115354667867189328</id><published>2006-07-21T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:37:58.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaitlyn 'Rent Rant</title><content type='html'>Greetings. Here I am, sitting here on one of the dullest days I've experienced all summer. Seriously, I've done nothing other than mess around on the computer, read, and watch my dad move a couch.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Kaitlyn's staying over tomorrow night. She lives right next door to me, but we don't hang out that much, which is really quite a mystery. Three days in a row this week we asked her parents if she could sleepover, and each time they said no. For the retarded reason that it was after 9:00 PM each time we asked, and apparently that's "too late." By the third day, we'd learned our lesson about lateness for sure, but Kaitlyn went out and didn't get back until it was yet again "too late." 9:00. Her parents are ridiculous... I've made a great effort over the past few days to not hate their guts. Kaitlyn's 14, but they give her rules that nobody over the age of 10 should have. Man. It should never be this hard to hang out with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bright side: her dad said she could stay over /for sure/ tomorrow night. And that bastard better not be a liar. (Wow, did I just curse?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different topic, it really is quite a shame I haven't done anything all day. I think I'll change that once I'm done with this entry... Maybe I'll go on a walk. Yes. And when I get back, maybe I'll waste more time on here. YES! And at some point, I would very much like to read some more of Stephen King's Pet Sematary, which I started a few days ago. Oh, yes. And I'd also like to watch some of the movies I checked out from the library that are due soon. NOO! Just kidding, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Time for excitement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31483978-115354667867189328?l=de-la-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/115354667867189328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31483978&amp;postID=115354667867189328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115354667867189328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31483978/posts/default/115354667867189328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-la-moon.blogspot.com/2006/07/kaitlyn-rent-rant.html' title='Kaitlyn &apos;Rent Rant'/><author><name>Anonymous Lover</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31483978.post-115354124395461806</id><published>2006-07-20T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:39:56.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Intro</title><content type='html'>Wee, my first entry! I guess I'll tell a little about myself real quick: My name's Anne, and I'm 15 years old. I live in North Carolina and go to Southwest High School, where I'll be a 10th grader in August. I love art, eating, exercising, reading, going to the library, listening to music, and most of all, wasting endless amounts of time on the computer. I volunteer at the library 8 hours a week... and it's lots of fun. Umm... I have no idea what my plans for the future are. Ummmmmm... Okay, I'm sick of saying random crap about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Today... I stayed up until 6 in the morning *slaps self* and then slept until 2:30. Got up, showered, chilled, and headed to the library at 4:30. Here's where something exciting happens. I have this friend named Daniel who I've known online for about a year, but I'd never met him in real life. That changed today! I was doing the typical library stuff, when I looked up and saw him... I thought, 'gee, he looks kinda like the Daniel I talk to online,' but I wasn't 100% sure. I asked him, and it turned out that it was him. It was a very pleasant surprise. :-D He said he works from 1:00-5:00 every day. I work from 5:00-9:00, so during that one minute when our shifts overlap, I happened to encounter him. Yep. I'm still kinda in shock... I didn't think anything cool like that would happen to me today.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about that. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I really want a piece of ham. This craving just arrived a sentence ago... random, yes. But wow, GOD, I really want some. And the more I think about it, the more sad I am that I don't have any ham. AHH!!!I need to go distract myself... or find some ham to munch on. 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