<?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-28016700</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:21.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CulturSpect</title><subtitle type='html'>Because a 16-year-old girl dreams.  Because she needs somewhere to post her thoughts.  Because she adores places she's never seen.  Because her life sucks.  Because her life is great.  Because she can't decide between the two half of the time.  Because she sits in class in dream land.  Because she was born here but this isn't her home.  Because she's an open mind in a hypocritcal place.  Because she worries like crazy.  Because at times she thinks she's crazy.  Because she's me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114883460304650818</id><published>2006-05-28T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:43:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FUCKING HATE MY PARENTS.</title><content type='html'>FUCKING SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.  ESPECIALLY MY DAD.  ALL MY PARENTS DO IS SMOKE.. ALL THE TIME, THEY'RE ALWAYS OUTSIDE SMOKING.  I HOPE IT FUCKING KILLS THEM.  THEN I WON'T HAVE TO GO TO THEIR FUCKING FUNERALS AND I'LL BE GLAD CIGARETTE'S RID THE WORLD OF TWO POINTLESS SOULS.  AND MY DAD'S DRINKING MAKES ME WANT TO FUCKING STAB THAT USLESS LITTLE HICK!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S 9:30 IN THE MORNING AND I HAVE TO DECIDE IF I WANT TO GO ANYWHERE OR NOT TODAY BECAUSE HE WANTS TO START DRINKING!!!!!!!! ITS THE GOD DAMN FUCKING MORNING!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;WHO THE FUCK DRINKS AT 11:30 AM!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; HE IS A USELESS DICK &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I HOPE HIS SMOKING AND DRINKING KILLS HIM....... I FUCKING HOPE HE ROTS IN HELL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; AND TO THINK HE CALLS &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; SELFISH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114883460304650818?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114883460304650818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114883460304650818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114883460304650818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114883460304650818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-fucking-hate-my-parents.html' title='I FUCKING HATE MY PARENTS.'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114883022505940385</id><published>2006-05-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:41:08.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff going on..</title><content type='html'>I got my first cheque!  For two days (Friday &amp; Saturday, my first 2 days) for $84.64.  Kinda anticlimatic, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my enter button works now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I work tomorrow from 9-6 (I open and close, its Memorial Day).. I'll be working w/ Michael.. I can't decide if I like him or not!  Sometimes he's nice (actually, most of the time he is) but I can't help but be bitter over when he bitched at me over the gift card thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Diane now.. she's the type that you have to get to know.. she comes off as a bitch but can be pretty friendly and funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't, however, had to deal with Terri yet.. I heard she's the snarky one. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing on Saturday night really sucks!  Especially with having to rip down signs and putting up new ones... UGH IT WAS HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the ad for this week.. apparantly they have &lt;em&gt;Picasso&lt;/em&gt; prints!  50% and then my 15% discount.. I have to go check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't have a lot to talk about!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I like all of the cashiers (Kaycie, Chrystal, Heather C, Heather D)  Mike is cool too (although he does nothing)  I work w/ Heather D on Memorial Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114883022505940385?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114883022505940385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114883022505940385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114883022505940385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114883022505940385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/stuff-going-on.html' title='Stuff going on..'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114851739212042179</id><published>2006-05-24T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:36:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Michael hates me now?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday:  &lt;strong&gt;Michael got mad at me&lt;/strong&gt;.  The one person I thought would never (openly) be pissed off at me, was.  Over this dumb guy who bought a $50 gift card, and I KNOW I gave this man his card, yet his wife called and said he didn't have it.  What a complete dumbass useless prick!  So when I told Michael I knew that I gave it to him, he just looked at me for a few seconds and didn't really say anything.  I know I'm new and make mistakes, but I didn't make that one.  I realised Diane can actually be understanding.. the one that I thought was (and at times really is) a bit on the snooty, tough side.  I hate that I've made Michael mad less than a week into my job.  I feel so incredibly stupid.. even a &lt;em&gt;trashy redneck&lt;/em&gt; can do the job better than I can. &lt;em&gt; I really want to quit.. I really truely do&lt;/em&gt;. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114851739212042179?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114851739212042179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114851739212042179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114851739212042179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114851739212042179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/even-michael-hates-me-now.html' title='Even Michael hates me now?'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114826867363838360</id><published>2006-05-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:31:13.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Work!</title><content type='html'>Just like I thought, I can &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; keep up with a blog!  Well I got the job at Hobby Lobby and I &lt;em&gt;like yet dread&lt;/em&gt; working there.  I feel so stupid and I feel like I mess everything up.  I'm pretty sure I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like Diane (Asst. Manager) as she seems to be short with people and doesn't seem to like me.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Michael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Manager) is one of the sweetest people and was always &lt;strong&gt;helpful&lt;/strong&gt; (greatly so) and nice.  He is probably one of the best bosses around!  Whereas Diane just &lt;em&gt;TELLS&lt;/em&gt; me what to do, Michael actually &lt;em&gt;shows&lt;/em&gt; me how and I was v. v. thankful I worked w/ him Saturday &amp; not Diane!!  I work tomorrow from 9-4 but it feels like I just got off work from Saturday.. where the Hell did Sunday go!?!?!??!?!?  I feel exhausted a lot lately.. oh, I have to cancel my SAT Prep class because of my hours (since I'm working Monday, Tuesday, Friday, &amp; Saturday).. I am a bit annoyed as I want to do well on it and I'd rather sit in class than stand at a register, and Michael said we could work around it.. but I don't really feel like asking for hours off so early into a job and I really should be earning money.. so, it's all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114826867363838360?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114826867363838360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114826867363838360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114826867363838360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114826867363838360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/work-work-work.html' title='Work, Work, Work!'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114782161182681475</id><published>2006-05-16T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:20:11.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good News</title><content type='html'>Fuck negativity, fuck grades, fuck all of the things that have happened in the past.. AT 11:01A.M. TOMORROW, sophomore never happened.. it's in the PAST.                                     Things I'm going to do over the summer:&lt;br /&gt;~With my new job, save EVERY paycheck for LONDON.&lt;br /&gt;~Read The Scarlet Letter by the end of June.&lt;br /&gt;~Read my Annotated Mona Lisa art history book &amp; read other art books.&lt;br /&gt;~Learn a new craft.&lt;br /&gt;~Lose some weight.                                                                                                                                   In other news.. I bought a journal today from Books-A-Million.... yeah, I never keep up with journals!  But this isn't really a *journal*, but me jotting down random crap like the prices of hotels in London and other mish~mash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114782161182681475?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114782161182681475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114782161182681475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114782161182681475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114782161182681475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-news.html' title='The Good News'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114782126259522241</id><published>2006-05-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:14:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, The Scarlet Letter, &amp; a Journal</title><content type='html'>I hate school.  HATE IT.  I just love how all of my friends are all basically the Top Ten.. no, I'm not striving for the Top Ten at all, but I feel so &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; around them!  Today I had Geometry &amp; French exams.. pretty sure I did pretty sucky on the French one.  Oh, turns out I have a 76 in there for the latest 9-week term!  MY LOWEST GRADE EVER.  Fucking sucks. FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING sucks.  I hated that class:  full of bitchy people &amp; hypocritical christian bastards who are so FAKE it is disgusting.. one even got busted for doing pot, crack, &amp;amp; prescription drugs.  MORON.  So, with my 84 &amp; 76 I get an 80.. all depends on my exam grade now.  Hoping I got a 80 or higher on it and then I've got a B average.. bye bye C!  I am upset about the C but then again I am not.. I can't change it now, so no use worrying!  Junior year I plan on trying so much harder.. actually, I plan on trying AT ALL.. I'm used to everything coming so easily and this year it hasn't so now I've got to work for it.  Blehhhhh.  I hope I get a B in Geometry!  Parenting: A AP Euro: A English: B Geometry: B/C? French: C..... HAAAAAAAA I am a dummy.  JUNIOR YEAR WILL BE DIFFERENT I SWEAR TO GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114782126259522241?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114782126259522241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114782126259522241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114782126259522241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114782126259522241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams-scarlet-letter-journal.html' title='Exams, The Scarlet Letter, &amp; a Journal'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114762268986330743</id><published>2006-05-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:04:49.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill, Starbucks, Hostels, &amp; Exams</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so much fun.. I went with HMD, HE, &amp; SR to go see Silent Hill which was the STUPIDEST MOVIE EVER.. but we had tons of fun with it (and probably pissed off other people)  Then HMD &amp; I went to Starbucks and got tall caramel apple cidars like always &amp;amp; went to Wal-Mart as it's the only place open!  Today: ~ I e-mailed hostels about age restrictions and made some posts on some forums.. I got a definite okay from JOURNEY'S KINGS CROSS which is not my favourite.. then there is the Ace Hotel in West Kensington which sounds better than Journey's but is not really central London, a bit out of the way.  Then there is The Lodge near Paddington which I have to e-mail later, then I'm still waiting to hear back from Piccadilly Backpackers which would be my DREAM PLACE.  We'll see. ~ I'm so nervous about my job interview!  I really need to look good and get this job so I can start saving up!  I'm going to look up some tips tonight.. ~ I really gotta study today.. BLEHHHHH.. just 2.5 more days!  then my job interview the day after!  Then the week after is my SAT prep class which will S-U-C-K.. so my summer really starts in June.. and I'm desperately wanting it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114762268986330743?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114762268986330743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114762268986330743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114762268986330743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114762268986330743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/silent-hill-starbucks-hostels-exams.html' title='Silent Hill, Starbucks, Hostels, &amp; Exams'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114750058549245910</id><published>2006-05-12T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:09:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art History, Life, &amp; Sleeeeeep</title><content type='html'>Pretty sure I suffer from sleep deprivation.  Pretty sure I do it to myself.  Earlier, I got into a conversation with HMD about college, life, etc.. and it made me realise that in 2 years it's... &lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;.  I'm mostly &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; though.  I'm seriously considering pursuing Art History, but it's only one of many ideas.  I'm too tired to worry now though.. &lt;em&gt;Vault&lt;/em&gt; has drastic effects. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114750058549245910?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114750058549245910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114750058549245910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114750058549245910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114750058549245910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-history-life-sleeeeeep.html' title='Art History, Life, &amp; Sleeeeeep'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28016700.post-114748422560423892</id><published>2006-05-12T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:37:05.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a trendy *blogger!*</title><content type='html'>Blogs are so 21st century.  I wanna be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've got tons of shit going on in my life so I feel like I should complain, bitch, rave, rant, etc on this thing.  It should be good for me.  Who knows, Talula Bollywood might just be your neighbour.  I love a little mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on getting a JOB.. yes.. ME.. getting a job?  Holy shit, I can't imagine standing at a register and telling customers to have a good day.  But I must say I'm fond of that beep you hear when an item is ringed up.  It's simply.. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money.  -- Every Teenager..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to LONDON so incredibly bad.  I'm a complete OPTIMIST.  I always assume things will work out and most of the things I dream up I  could do:  this will probably land me in deep shit one day.  But a 16-yr-old running off to London.. BY HER SELF?  It is crazy to each and every person I've talked to.  But people are so ignorant.. am I going to get kidnapped in Trafalgar Square?  No.  Will I get lost?  Fuck yes, but I'll find my way back.  Running off to a foreign place isn't SMART.. but I'm not going to FRANCE or GERMANY where I would be totally fucked up.. I would be in LONDON.  I pray I will get there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cry if I get a C in geometry.  Actually, I probably be like "fuck it!" since she honestly cannot teach.  I am so angry for getting a C in algebra, but they[colleges] won't see that C since they look at averages.  Oh, and I most likely won't be in NHS next year since apparantly you have to MAINTAIN a 3.5GPA?  Yeah, I got a 3.3 last time..  Hey, if I went to London it wouldn't matter! ;-)  I have to remember that ultimately I cannot change the past so.. "fuck it!" :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That paragraph bored me greatly.  Too bad my life is dreaming and school.  But not dreaming of school. :-X I feel like I'm never going to get into a good college.. I don't want to go to a community college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGH I HAVE TO STOP TALKING LIKE THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let this blog end on a negative note, but it seems like there is a lot of that around right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS ALMOST OUT.  I am very thankful.. maybe I'll get working and I will SAVE all of my paychecks and spend my $20 allowance.. I want to be in London so bad, and my parents won't take me seriously.  My dad especially who is she biggest fucking pessimistic dumbass around, who thinks London is *dangerous* and that I won't be able to save my money.. &lt;em&gt;THANKS&lt;/em&gt;, my parents don't even believe in me.  So SAVING for me would be good.. I want my economy flight outta this place.  I'd also like to prove to my parents how motivated I am to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Talula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28016700-114748422560423892?l=talulabollywood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/feeds/114748422560423892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28016700&amp;postID=114748422560423892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114748422560423892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28016700/posts/default/114748422560423892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talulabollywood.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-trendy-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a trendy *blogger!*'/><author><name>TalulaBollywood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12832364740598043058</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
