<?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-3579046</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:34:12.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odies Fun Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Wheeee! This is going to be fun!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-78314267</id><published>2002-06-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-28T08:11:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took the harry potter thing again, &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magikstar.net/hp/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magikstar.net/hp/harry.gif" border="0" alt="Harry Potter is my perfekt guy...."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  discover who's your perfekt HP guy &lt;a href="http://www.magikstar.net/hp/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/center&gt;   he is the exact opposite of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-78314267?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/78314267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/78314267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78314267' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-78314080</id><published>2002-06-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-28T08:05:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow Summer vaca,  I took a test to see which guy from Harry Potter was my dream guy, &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magikstar.net/hp/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magikstar.net/hp/ron.gif" border="0" alt="Ron Weasley is my perfekt guy...."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  discover who's your perfekt HP guy &lt;a href="http://www.magikstar.net/hp/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-78314080?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/78314080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/78314080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78314080' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-78130594</id><published>2002-06-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T06:25:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to vermont with my dad this last weekend. WOW! I have never yelled so much in my entire life.  We got so mad at each other it was scary.  I was the navigator because my dad can't read a map and drive at the same time. and of course since he's never left the state of Maine, he needed the map. anyway I would tell him to go left, or go right and he'd yell "Are you sure?!! Because I don't want to have to turn around and bactrack.!!!" I was like "Dad! Just go with me on this one!!" He would do that every single time, and every single time I would be right. That was rough. I vough never to do that again. Is it possible to break up with your own dad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-78130594?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/78130594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/78130594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78130594' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-77939893</id><published>2002-06-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T09:55:22.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, Octavia's coming over tomorrow.  We are going to make an Anti-Porn Webring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-77939893?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77939893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77939893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77939893' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-77902027</id><published>2002-06-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T12:50:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i finished my room, finally.!  it looks good.  I made some backgrounds of my gramma.  I got up early again. Okay, I'm done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-77902027?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77902027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77902027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77902027' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-77855347</id><published>2002-06-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T11:53:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, look what I found, some all old diary entrys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/21/02&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I almost drowned on my own bloody nose.  This morining I couldn't breathe, so my mom took me to the hospital.  They did some x-rays and took some of my blood, not to mention looked at my heart. I was top-lee three times today.  Anyway, aparently I have inflamed cartilage somewhere on my rib cage, and I have to take these huge horse pills.  They seem to work, so I'm not complaining. If i don't use them all, I can always sell them. Lol. Anyway, the doctors were kind of creepy.  The first person who came in was like okay, now breathe in, and out.  Well I guess they forgot that that hurts. Then she threw her gloves away and said, "okay, the doctor will be with you in a moment."  I was like "So some stranger just came in, listened to my heart and left?" My mom's like "I guess so."  The the real doctor came in, he had the hugest eyes I have ever seen.  They were scary. He had a claw mark on his cheek.  Not that you care, but what ever. Then the x-ray guy was like a 25 year old punk who couldn't pronounce my name and had peircings, which kind of falls under the punk thing, but who cares.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/15/02&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't expect an entry every day.  &lt;br /&gt;I am so sick.  I have a stuffed up nose and I can only breathe out of one nostril. It sux. Let's see what I did today: not much. I was almost pushed down the satirs adn I almost had to bring it. Lol. Anyway, Al suggested that someone should make a movie about me.  Octavia said she'd see it. she also said I'd have a kick-ass sound track.  And I would.Fortunatly I didn't hear any stories about Matt "doing" anyone's mom today. Not hearing that was the highlight of my day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Spider-Man sound track. It's so awesome. I have listened to Hero for an hour. The cover of the cd says it's enhanced, yeah it's not. I have to say that even being sick I sound pretty good singing.  The weird part is that suck when I'm healthy. I 'll have to rember that when I persue a musical career. (Ya right). Boy, I love this song. But I love the Main Titles better, cause it's all music. I think Willam DeFoe is scary. If I ever met him I'd probably cry. Why, I do not know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/14/02&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School again.  Wow if that wasn't the most boring thing I have ever experienced, I don't know what is.  No, school is pretty fun when you have the right people to hang with. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new screen name its pretty funny. asseatinghewsie6. if you think thats funny, you should see my profile. You know what, here:Let me just start off by saying that I am not a hewsie, nor do I associate with them.  Also, I am not an ass eater nor do I wish to become one.  Please do not offer me ass, for I will not accept it, but thank you any way.  For the record I would like to say that i do go to JB but I cannot give out my name for safety reasons.  I will also like to withhold any names of my friends and family.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's crazy? I leave school every day at the same time, but when I get there in the morning, it feels like i never left. I hate that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's May 14th I think, and I guess it was national sleep-in day. First, my rents slept in, but I got up at normal time so I didn't care all that much. Then I went uot side to wait for the bus. It didn't come. I waited for 15 minutes in the rain, and wind, until I gave up and went inside.  Then at 7:00, 20 minutes after it's supposed to be there, it shows up. Later, at school, I had to finish my English paper, which almost caused me to mss the bus the first time but it didn't matter, anyway, so I get my paper to my English teacher, he looks at it, flips it over and glares at it. Meanwhile, I remember that I forgot to do my vocab. home work so I'm rushing through that, I get to # 3 and he calls on me to do # 4. I tell him that I havn't gotten that far and he does this thing with his fingers where he points one at me and wipes it off with the other pointer finger, then glares at me again. I was all "That don't mean you know me!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a pretty average day.  About a week ago, that English teacher of mine, marked me absent when I was there, and it's not like I missed role call, it was like he just scans the room and decides her wants to make someone cry.  What a turd burglar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-77855347?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77855347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77855347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77855347' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-77849100</id><published>2002-06-17T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-17T09:05:17.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got up early for the first time this summer, I watched Harry Potter this mornng.  It was quite good. I am going all Trading Spaces and re-decorating my room. It looks pretty good so far.  &lt;br /&gt;  Last night I was up till 11 re-apolstering a chair that smelled awful.  I had to take of three layers of gross vomit scented fabrics that were nailed to a wooden frame, with out barfing.  I am good now.  It was rough, though.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-77849100?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77849100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77849100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77849100' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579046.post-77814453</id><published>2002-06-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T11:36:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fathers day!  I got my dad nothing.  but I did let him take a nap with the cat whilst I watched the movie Snatch.  It didn't really make any sence and none of the many plots really tide in with eachother, but it was cool any way.  I saw a lot of movies this weekend; Charlie's Angels (again), Blue Streak (again), 28 Days, Gattaca (I think), The Cable Guy (again), basicly a lot of the Wilson Brothers.  They are so hot.  They are so mine.  Well, so long for now, off to paint my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579046-77814453?l=odiesfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77814453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579046/posts/default/77814453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiesfun.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77814453' title=''/><author><name>odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04588704720105923573</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>
