﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Ball_and_Chain's Xanga</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Ball_and_Chain</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://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sunday, January 02, 2005</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/180993346/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/180993346/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 17:25:35 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;almost a month without an entry on here. DAMN! what in the world am i thinking?w whole entire two months sounds so short but feels like forever&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i'm only doing this cuz i;m bored outta my mind and i want to entertain myself. i'm hoping devon will wake up soon or mike will come back from skating soon. neither will probably happen. oh well. OKAY! more video games for me. cuzzzzz..nothing ellllse to dooo.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;PEACE YA'LL&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/180993346/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 06, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/167398132/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/167398132/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 00:44:07 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i don't like the feeling of a day that drags on forever.&amp;nbsp; When you can't find something to do but you're still so busy. -it sucks-&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i hate working but if i'm not i have nothing else to do. besides some christmas shopping i need to do. damnit.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i gotta pick between this xanga or livejournal.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.livejournal/users/_ball_and_chain" target="_new"&gt;http://www.livejournal/users/_ball_and_chain&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;FACE MASK!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/167398132/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 03, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/166124874/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/166124874/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2004 04:58:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;-one whole entire month-&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;allright, people piss me off. i could throw a hissy fit right now but some people will get pissed. frankly... i don't care. but for the sake of about 10 more mins of sleep.... i'm not going to.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i hate working so much. die Ernesto Bravo die.&amp;nbsp; !&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;claire and stark made me live journal... but i don't&amp;nbsp; know hte name or the pass word.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;oh yeah, don't mess with my best friend. DAMN STRAIGHT!!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/166124874/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 30, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/164645026/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/164645026/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 03:10:53 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;today was much better...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;went for a rootbeer float with devon. kinkos also.. then she dyed my hair. we did soemthing bad. but we loved. ..tooo baddd.&amp;nbsp; i went home. hwk.. dinner.. hwk.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;allright.. thats weird.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;and i'm really happy wiht mike too. besides the fact that he wants to throw me off the school balcony!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;lt;3 -enter goofy&amp;nbsp; face here-&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/164645026/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, November 28, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/163923321/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/163923321/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2004 20:14:19 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i'm getting really pissed about my grades. i understand everything. i do ALL my hwk. and then quizes and tests come and i freaking bomb them. i don't think i can understand chem any more than i do right now. and i just got a D on the test. WHAT?! its fucking nameing compounds. how much easier can it get than that. AH!!!!!!!!! and i ahve a D in math. again. fucking dumbass teacher. i'm writing a note to my manager telling him i can't work as much anymore.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;FUCK!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/163923321/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, November 27, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/163296781/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/163296781/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2004 08:14:14 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;thankgiving.. very interesting. my mom cried. she always cries when she is drunk -_- she put her hand on the stove too. some people came over. watched elf. i was very sleepy. but coudln't sleep when bed time came around. worked 10 hours and 20 mins today. yup yup yup. harsh world i tell you. next day off is monday. as usual. probably do hwk. yeha.. skipped that tongiht. i foudn out i had no brain power at all left. mike came over for a bit. i probably got him in trouble again &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; i'm not letting him come over on a night time again.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;working at 11 tomorrow.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;::sigh:: not another day of this crap.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;but i go to bed HAPPY!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/163296781/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 25, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/162385088/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/162385088/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 06:48:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i do have quite an imagination but at night i hate it. a lot. its no good i tell you.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;right now i'm picturing a man climbing a rope. its attached to teh roof and he has to get to the top for something. he struggles to get there. his hands begin to get sweaty and rope burn forms on his palms. hes half way there and then someone lights the bottom of the rope on fire.&amp;nbsp; His hands hurt too much so he feels as if he can't go on. but he DOESN'T WANT TO LET GO.&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp;PAIN he feels makes him want to STOP. but that fire at the bottom renders his heart and makes him go faster....does he reach teh top and survive? or does he burn...and fall? either or, pain is a factor.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i really do hate myself when i write crap like that.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/162385088/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 23, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/161672097/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/161672097/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 22:41:14 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;A stranger walked into the room who hovered nearly 7 feet tall.&amp;nbsp; Stringy along his legs, he glared at each of us one by one.&amp;nbsp; He reached for my dad who was laying on the floor next the sofa,&amp;nbsp; 20 feet away from me.&amp;nbsp; In my dads arms he held an infant crying so loud that it rang though my head.&amp;nbsp; The man snapped my dads right wrist and the baby feel against the sofa.&amp;nbsp; The baby's cry stopped instantly, he was dead. Blood dripped from my dads right hand as the man took his knife to his other.&amp;nbsp; Next the stranger turn my dads head to the right, he looked me straight in the eyes, then..snapp. his head went too.&amp;nbsp; Next the stranger walked over to my sister, her cries for help were heard but no one could move, or do anything for her.&amp;nbsp; The man covered her mouth and down she fell. Slammed into the ground with a white cloth covering her face. My mom jumped up and started for the stairs.&amp;nbsp; About five steps up the man grabbed her legs and pulled her back down.&amp;nbsp; He picked her up by her hair and dragged her up the flight of 24 steps.&amp;nbsp; Her legs disappeared at the tops.&amp;nbsp; Even though I was still down stairs I saw everything that went on. He threw her onto the bed, gagged her mouth so she couldn't breath.&amp;nbsp; Next he smacked her across the face until she made no more sound.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes were loosely closed, mouth dropped own and her arms dangled slightly off the bed.&amp;nbsp; He tore her silky night gown off around her waist and in he went.&amp;nbsp; I screamed form down stairs in my room knowing he was coming for me next. I lifted my knees to my face and held onto my legs. I tried to stop breathing so he wouldn't hear me, but he did anyway. he ripped the covers back and screamed in my face... then I woke up with my knees close to my face holding my legs tightly... holding my breath.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;and that is why i am so god damn tired right now.&amp;nbsp; I woudn't go back to sleep after... it was 5 A.m. exactly. i was too scared of going back to my dream.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;on a happy note...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;andrewd0esntcare: ur friend devon is hot&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: i think she is beautiful&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: yea &lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: definately&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: hahaha&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: i was like "holy shit!" when she walked in that day&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: lolol&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: haven't oyu seen her before?&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: i've been out with a couple red heads but they pale in comparison to that girl&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: no&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: lol&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: unless she wass that girl who was dressed up as a clown and made a sword then im pretty sure i havent&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: hahahahahha&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: yeah&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: that sword is still sitting somehwere in my room&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: thats her&lt;BR&gt;NaughtyMaegan: hahahaha&lt;BR&gt;andrewd0esntcare: yea ok&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;ahhhhhahahaha&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/161672097/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 23, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/161312819/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/161312819/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 01:57:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;::sigh::&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i hate spending my days off of work alone. sadly every day i have had off in&amp;nbsp;the past two months was spent alone. besides one.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i hate this.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;social distortion tomorrow.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/161312819/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 22, 2004</title><link>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/160930194/item/</link><guid>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/160930194/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 05:30:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i've been in a really dead mood all day. well actaully since i got off of work yesterday. not in the mood for anything. no music no people no food. my car is broken again. figures. i am in a driving mood tho. thast too bad.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i just finished the best book ever. read it. of mice and men. by john&amp;nbsp;steinbeck. will probably read it in school tho.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i like staring. probably cuz i do it so much. but i don't like how you can think of the same thing, feeling or event, over and over again. so many fucking times&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;time&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;::sigh::&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://ball-and-chain.xanga.com/160930194/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>