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  <title>The Life and Times of a Billowy Pillow</title>
  <subtitle>WHAT!?</subtitle>
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    <name>billowypillow</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-02T23:19:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:21515</id>
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    <title>"Breaking Down The Walls"</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T23:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T23:19:13Z</updated>
    <category term="sad"/>
    <category term="realizations"/>
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    <lj:music>The Freshamn-The verve Pipe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You never realize how easy it is to tell a complete stranger things you would NEVER tell your best friend, until you're confronted with that Kind of a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was both sad and eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;I told some people who I hadn't known until like 5 minutes before about uncle Frank. I barely got through the first sentence and then broke down into tears. 7 people. All new to me. All of them comforted and listened and were patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that first impressions are bullshit. They mean NOTHING. 99.9% of the time, they're wrong, and it only hinders your level of acceptance of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried more today than I have in Years. Today.....Today was a good day, despite the tears. I do belive I have made some of the best friends I'll ever have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Taco Indeed Bridget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Frank, Tony, Matt, Max, Anthony, Travis, Trevor, And Anna Marie.</content>
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    <title>billowypillow @ 2008-09-20T13:08:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-20T20:08:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T20:08:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A Way to help.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;p style=&amp;quot;margin-top:0; width:316; text-align:center;&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;316&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;348&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param"&gt;http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param&lt;/a&gt; name=&amp;quot;wmode&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowScriptAccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;flashvars&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;s=12-388019&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf"&gt;http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; type=&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&amp;quot; wmode=&amp;quot;transparent&amp;quot; allowScriptAccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; flashvars=&amp;quot;s=12-388019&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;316&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;348&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=308716&amp;amp;rs=join_sv"&gt;http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=308716&amp;amp;rs=join_sv&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; target=&amp;quot;_blank&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://media.socialvibe.com/m/badge/join_sv.png"&gt;http://media.socialvibe.com/m/badge/join_sv.png&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot;/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>The LP With Dillon.</title>
    <published>2008-08-29T01:35:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-29T01:35:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YUBD9DC?&lt;br /&gt;NI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I12CDCNU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I8U&lt;br /&gt;YU8DCNI?&lt;br /&gt;I812&lt;br /&gt;Y4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4U&lt;br /&gt;O....Y?&lt;br /&gt;UBD9DC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U8DC2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUBD9U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U8I.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDC.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UROK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.....IM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DCBOKNUBOK2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I8DCNI....DCNIOK?&lt;br /&gt;Y?&lt;br /&gt;IBD9DC....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...IC....&lt;br /&gt;DC?&lt;br /&gt;NI?&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I12CDCI8. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U12BDC?!&lt;br /&gt;Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. IBDC.....4U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DCI8!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O...U8DC...NI...O....&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;D9BU...NDC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;I12BDCNU.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:20846</id>
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    <title>"Cause it's true. I am nothing without you"</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T18:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T18:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I went to the mall to hang with kurt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was basically my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:20644</id>
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    <title>"By god, she's not a whore?!"</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T01:35:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T01:35:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>War Pigs - Black Sabbath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hfgdsj gdhjsgjghvdfbj fhdjsighv fdjds&amp;nbsp; fhdsjgilhsdjg ghdgis&amp;nbsp; ghf&amp;nbsp; fdhsjkfgahdiugy fhdjsgenb jhgdfils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ That's how I feel today.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:20437</id>
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    <title>" Once, I peed on a rosebush....."</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T18:45:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T18:45:24Z</updated>
    <category term="tired"/>
    <category term="annoyed"/>
    <lj:music>Apocalyptica - I Don't Care</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hungout with Dillon, Jake, Garret,&amp;nbsp;And This Kid Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ridiculously fun day, and I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better today. Less Like " GOD DAMNIT!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!", and More "Wow, you suck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also, haven't been sleeping hardly at all this week, or month, and I'm getting sick of it. I have NO patience for anything, or anyone.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;I hate it...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:20070</id>
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    <title>"Woah dude, I've had one too many Snow Cones today!"</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T16:07:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T16:07:46Z</updated>
    <category term="be-friended"/>
    <category term="hungry"/>
    <category term="happy"/>
    <lj:music>NONE!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">LAst night was fun!&lt;br /&gt;I went to NNO With mom dan and Robby. Mom and dan left Early, because they're old, and mom had to pick Dillup from his drive, so me and robby hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES LADIES AND GENTS! CORI PECK HAS FRIENDS AT MOM'S HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:19934</id>
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    <title>"I'm not positive, But I think that I love you..."</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T18:27:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T18:27:00Z</updated>
    <category term="sick"/>
    <category term="taylor"/>
    <lj:music>Iron Man-Black Sabbath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I feel like craaaaaaapppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts, my head hurts, and I'm all achey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says he thinks I have tonsillitis.&amp;nbsp; Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck hurts, And I'm really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? Gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor wnts me to go to the Salmon Bake with her and Tyler and Nathan today, but I don't want to. I want to curl up in a little ball and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't. My Body wont let me sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;a style="color: brown;" set="yes" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/tonsillitis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:19619</id>
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    <title>"And then there were..... 65 THOUSAND?!"</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T19:26:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T19:26:45Z</updated>
    <category term="laughter"/>
    <category term="crazy?"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>You only live once-The Strokes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"EEBIE CHAN SAID THAT THE BEE WAS SHUCKED!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh; My friends are so VERY strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exactly do you shuck a bee? I'm curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a halibut flies in from nowhere and smacks eebie across the back of the head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, they make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened at the beach.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:19228</id>
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    <title>"To Write love....."</title>
    <published>2008-07-22T01:58:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T01:58:08Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <category term="low"/>
    <category term="compassion"/>
    <lj:music>Underoath</lj:music>
    <content type="html">On Her Arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/the_story.php"&gt;http://www.twloha.com/the_story.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who heard about Uncle Frank Sent this link to me.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to FULLY support this with all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may help save a Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:19068</id>
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    <title>"Poetry Saved her soul, Did it Not?"</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T01:45:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T01:45:11Z</updated>
    <category term="home"/>
    <category term="poetry"/>
    <category term="sleep"/>
    <lj:music>Five Minutes To Midnight-Boys Like Girls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm sleepy today, though I'm not sure why. Unlike Ryan And Lisa, I've been sleeping close to ten hours a night. It's good, because I NEVER get that much sleep. Thank god for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just recently getting into poetry. I mean, I've read some before, and liked it, but I have developed a liking of it. But, not just old poetry, like Robert Frost, or Emily Dickinson, but new stuff, stuff my friends write. And I will admit, A LOT of it sucks, but some of it's pretty dang good.&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, and my hair was in Shirley temple Ringlettes, but naturaly. Just from sleeping. It was pretty Kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves and all that good stuff.</content>
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    <title>"My Limbs go numb, and you watch my colors fade..."</title>
    <published>2008-07-14T02:03:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T02:03:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Watch Me Bleed-Scary Kids Scaring Kids</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My summer has been, well, a summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that the new freedom is nice. Not having to stay home ALLLLLL summer is a relief. *cough* like last Summer *cough*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as a quick summarization of my eventful summer goes, there is too much to tell. Which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I've done more than the last two summer"s combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food things.&lt;br /&gt;I'll posty more when i get the chance.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:18653</id>
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    <title>"DAMN THIS PIZZA IS DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"</title>
    <published>2008-06-07T23:30:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T23:31:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to the browns point pizzaria today, and had a delicious pizza. My friends dad owns it, so I got the "backstage" tour, and got to fold boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARDBOARD PAPER CUTS LICK ASS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Kung Fu Panda with her in a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:18358</id>
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    <title>"I can't Handle It, can't Handle It. Damn that Girl, She's Scandelous"</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T23:19:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T23:19:37Z</updated>
    <category term="bored"/>
    <lj:music>"Damn You Look Good And I'm Drunk- Cobra Starship</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love Cobra Starship.&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GET THIS MATH LESSON!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WOOO GO CORI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I got a Gay Bar Techno CD from my friend Nina today. It's weird. I kinda like it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're the kinda Girl I take home to my mom if my mom Was dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Harsh Much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so....ummm...I dont have anything to say really. I'll think of something later.</content>
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    <title>Funny things I heard today.</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T00:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T00:49:42Z</updated>
    <category term="quotes"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <lj:music>All Over You- Spill Canvas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Don't pick that up, you'll get AIDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then she screamed. I was like 'Shut up or I'll slap you.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not putting it in there, that's gross." Talking about putting an apple in a gatorade bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She poked him with it. IT WAS HUGE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only wanted to see it, he wouldn't let me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't even look at you. Go die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looked Sexy, but he kinda smelled like Shit."&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;----My favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I stole it from the store. My mom found it, the bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ape looked like a zebra or some shit."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WTFH!? Is that possible? Ape? Zebra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I mostly observed my friends today.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billowypillow:17757</id>
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    <title>"She didn't say it to his face."</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T03:34:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T03:34:35Z</updated>
    <category term="headache"/>
    <category term="wasl"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>None.... *sniffle*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I have a screaming raging headache. I can't even begin to describe what it feels like, because I've never felt one like this before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is good, minus the bad grades, and the WASL week coming up. I hate the WASL. Not because it's difficult, but because it's ridiculous. The Principle called all the houses the day before the WASL started and was saying stuff like "Get A good nights sleep" and " Eat a good breakfast" And i was making fun of it and said, " And make sure you pass, or I may just lose my job!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sick of all the stupid bullshit that happens during it too. My brain just shuts down after the test in the morning. Too much strain for two hours. And then all our teachers say stuff like " Well, just because you have the WASL doesn't mean you can't type a 35 page paper!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're all a bunch of assholes.(Mr. Smith?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, how is everyone? I feel like shit. I have this headache,school in the morning, and not enough sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Well, Considering the Circumstances, I believe that I win."</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T18:04:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T18:13:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I made an awesome pot of coffee this morning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts, and I'm procrastinating. I dont want to do this stupid Hitler report. He was such a sick, tiwsted piece of crap. It makes me so mad that he got away with mass murder for so long. What an Asshole. I wish he had died Earlier, or that he hadn't pussied out and killed himself. I think he should have been torn apart by a mob of people. He was so.......messed up. He didnt even think about......Ugh..I give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to A happier Subjects: &lt;br /&gt;It's Spring break. YES!! &lt;br /&gt;I am getting a new pen from Hawaii On friday! &lt;br /&gt;I get to finish my rag quilt this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Subjects: &lt;br /&gt;My coffee is cold. &lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold. &lt;br /&gt;I still have to do this Stupid Report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH-NESS!!! &lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to get out of Meeker. I swear, it's the gate to hell. I'm sure Stadium won't be any better. LAME!</content>
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    <title>"Dont Touch That You Silly Retard. You'll Get Burned!"</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T17:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T17:17:28Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>We Looked Like Giants-Death Cab For Cutie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime&lt;br /&gt;Remembering when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;In a still suburban town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every thursday i'd brave those mountain passes&lt;br /&gt;And you'd skip your early classes&lt;br /&gt;And we'd learn how our bodies worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn the black night with all its foul temptations&lt;br /&gt;I've become what i always hated&lt;br /&gt;When i was with you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling to make contact&lt;br /&gt;As the others slept inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And together there&lt;br /&gt;In a shroud of frost, the mountain air&lt;br /&gt;Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I held you closer than anyone would ever guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the JAMC?&lt;br /&gt;And reading aloud from magazines&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but&amp;nbsp;I swear on my name they could smell it on me&lt;br /&gt;I've never been too good with secrets&lt;br /&gt;No…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And together there&lt;br /&gt;In a shroud of frost and mountain air&lt;br /&gt;Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I held you closer…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offically my new Favorite Song.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, you make me smile.</content>
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    <title>"Is this Living?"</title>
    <published>2008-03-29T17:54:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T17:54:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, I feel sad. I haven't posted in like......hmmm....two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's spring break. I need the sleep and the break from all the Drama. Good God I need a break from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to make a reading list. I haven't been reading much lately, and it's driving me nuts. Any books I need to read? Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. I have to sneeze, but I can't seem to do it. Stupid Sneezing-Ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of pens to use. :[&amp;nbsp; I love writing in ink. It's easier, and I dont have to sharpen it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I need a life. Spring break is going to be sad...I have no friends out here, (mom's houes) and I will have nothing to do. I guess chill with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mully is a great leg warmer. SRSLY! She had her body lying over my foot and leg. Now it's all warm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staring at this glue stick for like ten minutes. I'm weird.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ultimate random.</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T23:05:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T23:05:37Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">MUFFIN MUFFIN MUFFIN MUFFIN MUFFIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BAGEL BAGEL BAGEL BAGEL BAGEL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TREE STUMP TREE STUMP TREE STUMP!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WATER SKI WATER SKI WATER SKI WATER SKI!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM RANDOM!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;PENCIL PENCIL PENCIL PENCIL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY ATTORNEY ATTORNEY ATTORNEY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(what?^)&lt;br /&gt;SHOELACE SHOELACE SHOELACE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;STARFISH STARFISH STARFISH STARFISH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FRIZBEE FRIZBEE FRIZBEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm glad I got that out. :D</content>
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    <title>Yeah, Thurday's Good For Me</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T22:01:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T22:01:50Z</updated>
    <category term="story!"/>
    <content type="html">I glanced over the railing to look at the water. "What is so great about this dump of a town anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking at a slow pace, I wandered around the school campus, annoyed at the type of people who were currently inhabiting it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So easy to judge my scars. I was getting looks of fear and disapproval. Who were they to judge? They didnt know the first thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to your arms?" one girl asked. "I was attacked by flying monkeys. These are the result." The girl Scowls and walks away briskly to twit away with her colony of super bitches.&amp;nbsp; I shrugged and went back to slowly slumping my way down the hall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped when My eyes caught site of a shine in the light coming from my left side. I walked over to where it was.&lt;br /&gt;It was a mosaic of a Pheonix. I was dazzled by it's beauty. Aloud, I muttered, "How is this in a SCHOOL show case and not a museum?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking faster now, I walked,&amp;nbsp;half ran, down the hall to the Main office.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door, a little lady, wearing WAY to much perfume and lipstick, glanced at me over her glasses. In a mono-tone voice, she said "Can&amp;nbsp;I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed and asked "Who did the Mosaic in the showcase down the hall?"&lt;br /&gt;She gave me an annoyed look and said, "A girl who went to school here a few years ago. Anything else? I'm kind of busy today." She gestured towards her typewriter and gave&amp;nbsp;me a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;"No, thanks though." I smiled back and exited the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out into the hallway, I was gagging and looking for the water fountain. I still had the taste of her overpowering perfume in my mouth. It was kind of flowery, but very bitter. Like she was to me. "How fitting," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally found the fountain, which took forever, I gulped down what felt like 4 gallons of water. I was so immersed in the feeling thirst, that I didnt notice someone standing behind me.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, you seem very thirsty. Do they have no water where you're from?"&lt;br /&gt;Startled, I jumped up, consiquently, getting water all over my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crap! You scared the shit out of me!" I said bringing my hand to my chest in an attempt to slow my heart beat, and turning around to face my attacker.&lt;br /&gt;There were two people standing behind me.&lt;br /&gt;The girl extended her hand and smiled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Melissa. This is Parker. He has trouble with people."&lt;br /&gt;He silently waved and she smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;"You must be new. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm M-Matt."&lt;br /&gt;I barely was able to choke out my own name. This girl was Freakin' georgous.&amp;nbsp;Why is she talking to me again?&lt;br /&gt;"Cool."she said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang. Time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eria was 100% nicer than the one back home. It had tables that had the seats attached and the walls were painted and it smelled like decent food instead of dirt with milk and food coloring.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. This is nice." I said without realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;"Not really. The food is good though." She smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;I followed her and Parker over to a group of boistrous teens. I figured this was their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had to meet the most popular girl in school. Of course. I had to make my first day a compitition. As soon as the table saw that she was holding onto my arm, they all glared and stopped their conversations to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, quit being hostile. This is Matt. He's the new guy." She stated smiling.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the entire cafeteria was silent and staring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey." I said timidly and smiled, waving.&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes and pulled me over to sit next to Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont worry. They'll come 'round." She whispered quietly into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to my self. " Great, so until then, I'll be an outsider."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an agonizing 30 minutes of the 'stare or glare at matt' game, the bell rang for fourth period. It was my first day, so I didnt have to be in class if I didnt want to. I was allowed to walk around, "Get a feel for the campus" As the headmaster put it.&lt;br /&gt;This place was so upscale compared to my old school. It had rusty pipes hanging out of the walls and unfinished paint jobs. One wall in the school didnt even have paint. It was just concrete. The place felt more like a jail than a place where children are educated. In some ways,you could say it was like a jail.&lt;br /&gt;But this place, it was almost breath taking. White and yellow walls, long, stretching staircases that seemed to go on for miles. It reminded me of that School in the Harry Potter books. Hogwarts? I dont rememer. Sorta like that, minus the whole 'wands and owls and magic' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;This is the beginnings of my story. Give me praise and criticism please. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>billowypillow @ 2008-03-06T17:23:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T01:25:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T01:25:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School is gay. I cant wait to get out. You have no clue. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure High school wont be any better.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to a different High School then all my friends and Enemies.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds weird, I know, but I hate the whole "Reputation Expectaion" thing I have going. I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a bad rep, but Not a great one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a few days ago, when I hated the world. I feel so much better today. :D&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much to type out, except that I dont have school tomorrow!!!! Woop!!!&lt;br /&gt;And, that I haven't the slightest clue why, but I have a headache. :D</content>
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    <title>Friends and Other Frustrating Things...</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T03:59:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T03:59:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I have decided to lert my damn friends work out their own problems. I try to help, and I get sucked into the problems, which makes a bunch of other people mad at me, and I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was a lot of commas. If I had said that Aloud, I would have run out of breath. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I had uglier friends. Haha. Seriously, that sounds weird, but I do. All of my friends are GEORGOUS and compared to them, I'm like a bump on a stick. Haha, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been Long, and I'm really ready for the Weekend. I m ight get to go up to Bellinham with Taylor and her Grandma on Saturday. Maybe I'll run into Ryan. (hopefully) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very jumble minded today. I keep losing my train of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Haha, sorry. That was really Cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people have the good and Bad voices in their heads? Well, I think I have Serious and Funny. Really, I Always have something Witty and funny to say when I mean to be serious, and some thing serious to say When I try to be funny. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my list of songs to find something to cheer me up today, but I could only find 8 or 9 songs that ere HAPPY.I find that RIDICULOUS! Seriously? I must be Depressed or something. Dillon was right. *sigh* I hate to admit it, but he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what really pisses me off? Muffin tops. I mean GOOD GOD!! Can you please cover up your DISGUSTING sides? Wear your pants up high enough to hide it. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is so random. I just feel like typing out my thoughts. I need this. It's like Therapy for my jumbled mind, minus the " And HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL? " Bullshit. I hate that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what or President thinks about before he ges to sleep. Does he think about President stuff, or TRANSFORMERS! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;That would be a cool dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams, I had a really sad one last night. I was water skiing with My friend Marco (tigger) and he fell off his ski's. Normally, this would have ben no big deal, except it was winter. We searched for him for hours, until it got dark and the lake froze. I was crying and shaking, and I kept looking for him even through the ice. I found him, but he was frozen in between the sheets of ice. He was dead. I was screaming and diggin at the ice and Yelling for someone to help me. No one came. I was smashing the ice with a rock, but it wouldn't break. He was frozen in a upwards floating position and he was looking at me with sad eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, really demented dream. Well, I have to go. I love you all. BYE!</content>
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    <title>Jeremiah Maverick Peck</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T04:36:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T04:36:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's the name of my baby egg/soon to be Chick.&lt;br /&gt;I love him already. I want to get pictures with him and post them, because he is so unbelievably cute. I must sound insane, refering to an egg as a baby, but To me he is. I got to name him, and weigh him, and measure him. He weighs 49.4 grams, and he's 15.5 cm tall, and 12.5 cm wide. He's pretty small, but none-the-less cute.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait till you all see him and his glory. (you might not get to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was interesting. I had one of those "eww, dont touch me" days. I am usually not like that, but I was today. I felt like evryone had "cooties". Wow, that sounds lame now that I say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, short one tonight, I want to right more, but I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 and things of all kinds.</content>
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    <title>"I haven't the time for you sir, please, leave me the fuck alone."</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T18:57:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T18:57:55Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>None-sadly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have one of those headaches that eats your entire face to nothing. Even my Metroclophramide couldn't kill this one, And it's freaking me out. I hate having these "MYSTERIOUS" headaches, that spring up from nowhere! I WANT THEM TO LEAVE!!! I feel like someone is ramming a 7 inch thick block of wood onto the back of my neck, and causing pressure and pain to rise over my entire head. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been geting much sleep lately. I haven't the slightest clue why, but it's starting to piss me off royally. No sleep= Bitchy teen; No one actually likes that. Strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Today, Grandma Phyllis is taking me and the Boys out to lunch. (Ryan is the exception) I don't know where we are going, but it'll be fun, I'm sure of it. We always have lots of fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts have been stupid lately, and I apologize. I need to start writing better again, because I feel like I'm slacking off.</content>
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