<?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-3406865</id><updated>2011-08-27T12:48:45.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J'Days</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all bullshit, right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678870198459345256</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406865.post-11035115</id><published>2002-03-23T04:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T04:16:11.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesh.  4am and I'm still awake.  What's wrong with me?  I know what the deal is, I can't get &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; off my mind.  I'm obsessing over some guy I hardly know, that I only have talked to a couple times, and I'm obsessing over him because of his fucking &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Ok, here's the scoop.  We were all at this overnight thing for the church.  Rather we all are at an overnight thing, I snuck into one of the offices to use their PC.  *evil grin*  Anyway, something happened to this guy's younger brother, he got in a fight with someone or pissed off one of the chaperones, I wasn't there for that part.  Anyway, now his brother is brooding in a corner.  This brooding bro, that's who I'm obsessing over.  I don't want to say his name here, so we'll call him B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  Rather pathetic.  He'll never look at me, I know it.  I'm too young for him.  I can't wait until two years doesn't make a difference any more.  I mean, I'm fucking 16!  He's 18, so that makes him taboo.  But god, all I want to do is go and comfort him.  Make him feel better and forget about whatever shit his brother is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck!  Someone's walking through the hall - I'd better go before I get in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3406865-11035115?l=jeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406865/posts/default/11035115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3406865/posts/default/11035115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanne.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11035115' title=''/><author><name>she</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678870198459345256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
