﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Tarantino27's Xanga</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Tarantino27</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Friday, December 31, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/179828355/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/179828355/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 08:02:03 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I've grown to hate blogs....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...Fuck 'em&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/179828355/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, November 14, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/157695129/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/157695129/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:03:23 GMT</pubDate><description>Blah!&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/157695129/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, October 26, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/149203555/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/149203555/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2004 05:32:59 GMT</pubDate><description>I always seem to set myself up to fall.&amp;nbsp;Amazingly hard. From an extremely&amp;nbsp;high place. Onto a mammoth amount of sharp objects. Ow!</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/149203555/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, October 20, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/146836166/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/146836166/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 14:45:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;"The skull snickers and moves ever closer, but that doesn't surprise me. The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can."&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Yesterday, I was ready to come home and comment on this quote, but that was yesterday. It is today. It is the morning. I am tired. I will post about it later. I just wanted to get the quote posted.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/146836166/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, October 14, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/144517628/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/144517628/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2004 20:11:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I need to fix some things. Actually, I need to fix a lot of things.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/144517628/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, October 12, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/143570023/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/143570023/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2004 06:37:43 GMT</pubDate><description>School is the best thing that has ever happened to me. There is so much more to do and a lot less time to do it in. More friends, homework, driving, and family than there has been for a long time. However, sleeping has gone down on my list of top priorities. Anywho, I must get back to my busy life.</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/143570023/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, October 04, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/140542266/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/140542266/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 14:39:21 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Unicode MS"&gt;Are you feeling down? Do you need something to make you feel better? Well, all you have to do is come play pool with Nick. It's guaranteed to make you feel better, in little, or&amp;nbsp;no time.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/140542266/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, September 29, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/138522686/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/138522686/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2004 02:14:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Eloisa to Abelard.”&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;I&gt;“How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.” &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;.....A passage from the 366-lined poem.....&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/138522686/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, September 20, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/135211219/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/135211219/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2004 05:05:26 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Have you ever had those&amp;nbsp;few days where nothing happens the way you expect? Well, the past few days have sorta been like that. The weird thing is that it isn't the whole day. Most of the day works out fine. There are just parts of the day where everything goes to shit. They are always things that randomly happen. The sad thing is it is all because of me. I could be going just fine and then one small thing changes. This small thing can be someone mentioning something, or it could just be someone in general. The reason it is all because of me is&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I get stuck on it and I don't really lighten my mood for awhile. Then, I spend the rest of the night thinking about how I should've handled the situation. This used to happen a lot and after&amp;nbsp;time I got better at it, but the last few days have just been like flashbacks. This isn't supposed to happen right before school starts. Whatever, it'll fix itself. The only problem is getting through it while it is happening. Regret is a mother fucker.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/135211219/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, September 18, 2004</title><link>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/134590004/item/</link><guid>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/134590004/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 18:03:37 GMT</pubDate><description>Everything becomes very important as school begins. DeAnza starts on Monday. My computer has been broken for about 3 months,&amp;nbsp;I broke my cell phone, and my car has a flat tire. All of these things would stay the same if school wasn't just around the corner. However, it is only 2 days away. Adults are always the ones telling me I need to get everything done on time. They tell me not to procrastinate. I find that funny because my parents procrastinate with everything. . Except they use excuses like, "It isn't my top priority." Or, "I have other things at the top of my list." Now, back to topic. School is starting and my computer, which I have missed all summer, is finally getting fixed. I am getting a new cell phone today, and my car is going to get repaired. All of this is awesome. I am actually looking forward to school and school scares my parents into doing stuff for me. I love how not being at Santa Teresa makes&amp;nbsp;life so much better. Fuck High School. Long live College!</description><comments>http://tarantino27.xanga.com/134590004/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>