<?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-7641878219884209284</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:23.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-7013609781673628365</id><published>2008-09-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:26:11.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUGS NOT DRUGS</title><content type='html'>Yes this title is kind of random but yesterday I was working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Suwanee&lt;/span&gt; days and I saw the cutest pug ever. I have wanted a pug since I was 4. I still have not gotten one but I am still hoping that I might get one for my birthday. I think that it is probably not going to happen but I can still dream. Pugs are the absolute cutest dog in my eyes. A lot of people think they are ugly but I love them. I think that if I got one, I would absolutely die. Well that is a tad extreme but still I would love whoever gave it to me for like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite band for the moment is Secondhand Serenade. They are no Jonas Brothers but they are still amazing. The only band that have ever been the same as the Jonas Brothers (well I used to think this) were the Backstreet Boys. Also Jesse McCartney was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebrity&lt;/span&gt; crush for over half of my life. Thank goodness I found Nick Jonas and then that Jesse vortex closed. It almost sucked me back in like a month ago, but then I realized how tragic that would be. Jesse McCartney has never been on my wall by himself like Nick has. Nick has my entire room and Jesse only has a corner on one of the posters. TAKE THAT JESSE! yes I do know how stupid I just sounded but do you really think I care?&lt;br /&gt;-I less than three you-Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-7013609781673628365?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7013609781673628365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=7013609781673628365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/7013609781673628365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/7013609781673628365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/pugs-not-drugs.html' title='PUGS NOT DRUGS'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-8121885086815746916</id><published>2008-09-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:18:32.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT A NERD</title><content type='html'>I have been called a nerd like 999 times today. And they were all because i got a 108 on my math test and that i have a 97 in math and like half the 8th grade is failing math. MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 22 DAYS! I still havent figured out what the heck my mother is talking about. I just ran down stairs to guess what it is and my mother told me i was wrong. HMPH i need help figuring out what it is. Well I just wanted to let you people who i doubt are even reading this, that i didnt like fall off of a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-8121885086815746916?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8121885086815746916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=8121885086815746916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/8121885086815746916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/8121885086815746916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-nerd.html' title='I AM NOT A NERD'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-1845766356269942260</id><published>2008-09-13T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:37:22.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Ok well my last post kinda stirred up some stuff. Brenda kinda wrote this really really really long post about how I am amazing and all this crap. (Well it wasnt crap it just wasnt true.) You people give me too much credit. Ask anyone I know and they will tell you I am not amazing or great. Apparently I have a threesome of friends (thank you ant for that). My friend told me that she agreed that I am not awesome or even cool. If I were those things, I wouldn't have hurt myself on purpose. I wouldn't have put my friends to shame. I wouldn't have broken all those promises I made for myself. I wouldn't have given up on those goals and dreams I had for myself. I would be someone different.  I have tried to get back to my old self but I can't seem to go back to that all happy sunshine girl that everyone used to know. I am the old slow version of me that needs to be upgraded to a more graceful and useful and faster version. Well I am going to go finish writing a chapter for my story so I can't come up with much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-1845766356269942260?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1845766356269942260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=1845766356269942260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/1845766356269942260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/1845766356269942260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-5000095491291948481</id><published>2008-09-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:36:04.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I am so tired of my friends telling me that I am amazing. I am not at all. I think that I am ordinary and if someone had to find someone out of a crowd, I would be the last one. I don't think I am original at all. I feel as though I am trite and that no matter how hard I try to change, I will always be that girl who is plain. I get defensive when people try to tell me I am great, and I argue because I am no where near greatness I have two true friends and I am not even sure if they even think I am great. They probably think of me as their clumsy, stupid friend who obsesses over celebrities. Because that is all that I am. I am ordinary and probably am gonna end up an old lady who has 100s of cats.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-5000095491291948481?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5000095491291948481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=5000095491291948481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/5000095491291948481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/5000095491291948481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-5667323210008087210</id><published>2008-09-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:15:18.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hey people, today is the anniversary of 9/11 and I feel kind of bad for being happy that my birthday is in a month. We watched some depressing stuff in social studies today. They weren't as bad as last year where we like saw the plane hit and then like watched people as they jumped and stuff. Those made me want to cry. But I am glad we get to remember it. The 6th graders at my school probably don't even remember when it happened. I can tell you everything that happened that day when I got home from school. I remember my sister kept yelling at me because I didn't have clue as to what was going on. I remember that I wasn't allowed to watch TV because everything was about the twin towers. I just remember how I really didn't know what was going on. I didn't really find out what had happened until a couple years later. I am watching videos about the world trade center buildings falling. I remember when I went to New York a couple years ago that going to ground zero was so emotional even though I didn't know anyone who died in there. Well this has kind of made me depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-5667323210008087210?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5667323210008087210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=5667323210008087210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/5667323210008087210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/5667323210008087210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-5259109806915776997</id><published>2008-09-10T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:11:14.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGG</title><content type='html'>So its like the 5th week of school and I think I have more homework than anyone on the planet. I have read like 3 books in the past couple days and one of them was what inspired me to start writing this. I have a totally random song that I have been listening to for like 8 years and I just figured out what it was talking about like a week ago. The song is 99 Red Balloons if anyone wants to hear it. Another thing that is off topic (well it would be if I had a topic) does anyone know any good books that are good? I am almost finished with a really good book and I think I am gonna need another one soon. Another random thing is that I seriously think that Twilight is gonna stink. I will probably be drooling over Taylor Lautner every time he comes on the screen. -wipes away drool- He is my rebound guy until Nick Jonas realizes that Selena Gomez is a whore(excuse my language) and that I am really the girl for him. My friends know this about me and if you hadn't caught on yet I am totally and completely boy crazy. I love boys. Especially when they are shirtless. -wipes away another drool spot- Too bad there aren't that many cute guys at my school and so I don't have a chance to fall all over them. But I still find some cute guys at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was totally pointless and random but leave me some love!! I less than three you&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsay (Reeshey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-5259109806915776997?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5259109806915776997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=5259109806915776997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/5259109806915776997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/5259109806915776997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugg.html' title='UGG'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-7066509721242365863</id><published>2008-09-09T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:07:03.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey my two friends that are reading this! I have a new crush, I thought he was cute last year but I never talked to him. He is in my math class and yesterday we had to work in like groups and so I talked to him and he was soooooo nice. He has bleach blonde hair and its shaggy. I think that I have zero chance with him but I don't think it matters. I have pretty good grades at the moment but I am not sure how long it is going to last. Right now I am currently harassing some girl that was harassing my other friend. Its kinda funny to hear how this girl thinks she is so cool. HAHA well thats all I have for now. I less than three you&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7641878219884209284-7066509721242365863?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7066509721242365863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=7066509721242365863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/7066509721242365863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/7066509721242365863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-crush.html' title='NEW CRUSH'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-1345342618864437424</id><published>2008-09-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:29:48.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I accidentally posted another one and I can't figure out how to delete it. Wow I feel like a n00b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641878219884209284-1345342618864437424?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1345342618864437424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=1345342618864437424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/1345342618864437424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/1345342618864437424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641878219884209284.post-4024634259382932963</id><published>2008-09-08T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:07:01.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ok Hi! I have never actually written a blog before so this is kinda new to me. I guess I should probably say my name. My name is Lindsay. You can call me whatever you want, it doesn't really matter to me. I am 13 but I will be 14 in one month and 3 days. I love music. I play Alto Saxophone in the band at my school. I became first chair a couple weeks ago so I think I must have some sort of talent. I love to write, I don't think I am a very good writer but some of my friends do and they call me modest. If anyone is actually reading this (which I highly doubt since I am not interesting in the slightest bit) and they happen to want to read some of my writing just let me know. I love the bands the Jonas Brothers and would marry Nick Jonas before he could even think about asking me. I know way too much about that boy that its a little bit stalkerish. I am always on AIM talking to my friends and if you asked any of them they would tell you that I am super random and sarcastic and I sometimes go on and on about absolutely nothing. I have the greatest best friends in the world and they are there always there for me, through thick and thin. We have had so much drama in the past but we have still stuck together. They know almost everything about me but there is one thing that i am afraid to tell them cuz they will probably think I am stupid and that it is no big deal. I know that true friends won't abandon you and all that crap but still I will always have that fear about being abandoned. I am also scared silly about rejection. The one time I worked up the courage to ask a guy out, it turned out no so good. I think I am starting to ramble and so I am gonna stop writing pointless crap! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7641878219884209284-4024634259382932963?l=scaredformysanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4024634259382932963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641878219884209284&amp;postID=4024634259382932963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/4024634259382932963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641878219884209284/posts/default/4024634259382932963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scaredformysanity.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317159230263201988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Le2aFujf13c/SNrQorskYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iRZHZk8wVGI/S220/10348612_gal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
