﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>manhattangurl07's Xanga</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from manhattangurl07</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://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Tuesday, January 24, 2006</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/431311654/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/431311654/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 01:16:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I'm sorry to say this, but I don't go to Montgomery Blair anymore...It's so sad, and I will miss each and every one of my friends. YOU GUYS WERE THE BEST!!!! I do need all of your phone numbers though because I have a new cell phone. You can txt me anytime, all the time, and we can talk...after 9:00PM LOL Anyway, I go to a school called, Henry E. Lackey High School, in the BOONDOCKS! It sucks down here, they are sooooo far behind our other school that they put me in as many classes as possible that were close to the classes Blair has. But if you call me, I can tell you why I don't go to Blair anymore, since I don't want to type it here, and the person who caused it all might read it, and try and start something. But yea...Just email me your number, or..I'm tempted to post my number, but I dunno who will call it...Hmm...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;MY NEW CELL: 240-421-1105&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I'll take it off as soon as the people I want to talk to call me. The person who caused this took my Cellphone, my address book, AND the school directory. I wish someone could pick one up for me at the school and mail it. I'd be sooo happy, because I'll miss all of you. :(&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;- Shermel.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/431311654/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, January 07, 2006</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/421838482/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/421838482/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 16:28:26 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;RANDOM:&lt;/b&gt; I just realized you can see all the bones in my neck, in my picture. I dunno what to do about it, sorry if it's FREAKY!!!
Anyway...I am so bored today. I came to the computer lab at the UofM and I was supposed to be doing homework and things, but I just want to go lay down and watch TV all day. I do have one question though....Who can drive all the way to this damn College Park, and pic me up? Hmm? I have my shoes on already, so I'm halfway there!LOL, Just kidding...
&lt;3 Shermel</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/421838482/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, January 07, 2006</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/421827621/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/421827621/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 16:08:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://x35.xanga.com/81689af468d3127507800/b19332992.jpg" target=xangaphoto&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://x35.xanga.com/81689af468d3127507800/z19332992.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Yea I think I'm sexah, but if I only had some boobs, I'd be super sexah!!!! hehe&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 my recent pic.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/421827621/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, December 31, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/417759161/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/417759161/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 20:54:07 GMT</pubDate><description>:( I have to spend New Years Day here! OMG?!?! And they're going to Church, on New Years Day?!?! I guess Church is alright, but I don't want to be here. I hate it here. I want to go home, RIGHT NOW! I miss my parents, I miss my bedroom, I miss my bed, I miss my TV that makes scary sounds in the night (&lt;b&gt;SPOOKY&lt;/b&gt;). Does anyone want to drive to Philly and pick me up? I packed all of my clothes, I even have my shoes on.
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&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; If I took any photos of you with my NEW, KICK ASS CAMERA, please send my .31 cents in a envelope and I will be sure to send you your photo. I expect the money on &lt;b&gt;JANUARY 3, 2006&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;B&gt;JUST KIDDING!&lt;/b&gt; You can pay me later. &lt;3
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--I'm still just kidding.</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/417759161/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 30, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/417035608/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/417035608/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2005 21:44:14 GMT</pubDate><description>OMG! Philadelphia is the worst. Everything is so dirty and sticky. The trains smell like piss. Black AND White guys are staring at me like I have &lt;b&gt;"I'M EASY"&lt;/b&gt; on my forehead. I keep thinking I'm going to get my purse snatched. I think my cousin has a serious problem because he stares too. The only thing I like about Philly is it reminds me of Mr. Wilson, and the crush I used to have on him. YES, I was &lt;b&gt;crushin'&lt;/b&gt; on him. I'll admit it, even when I was a complete bitch to him...that's my way of saying: &lt;b&gt;'I like you'&lt;/b&gt;. I don't really like it here, I want to go home, crawl up in my bed. I also want to see HIM, because I am crushing like nobody's business.</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/417035608/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, December 17, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/408469102/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/408469102/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 20:29:50 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I have some news.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I am thinking of leaving this damn apartment and moving in with my Mom. (My real mom). I am so afriad though. Where she lives is completely different from here. Everyone wears ugly jeans from JCPenney's and Khol's (If you wear those kinds of jeans, no offense), I don't even know if I spelt that right...They look so trashy and country and I am so embarassed for the them. The people talk really ghetto and their AP classes are so fucking easy, they're a joke. I am also afraid about the money. My dad has alot of it, and my mom doesn't. It's simple as that. I know if I leave here my dad is probably going to cut me off financially, but if I stay I'll be so sad and angry and depressed, but I'll have money. It's such a confusing issue, I really just wish things were different. Kinda like how they used to be. My mom is really sad though, and she wants me to live with her. She and my little sister wrote these letters that made me cry. I really want to live with them, but I know I'll be a little unhappy there because my life is here where I am now. Everything about me is here. If I leave, I'll lose everything: my friends, my "style", my attitude, and &lt;STRONG&gt;ME&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/408469102/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 11, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/404513664/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/404513664/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 14:04:35 GMT</pubDate><description>Oooh Man! Remember all that homework I had to do? Yea, I did the bare minimum. I have to do it all right now before 5:00PM! Because I need to spend the evening studying the things I am having a hard time on, and I need to study Japanese. (Yes, I suck, don't laugh.) I had to do like three lessons five times each last nite, and I had to listen to audio tapes and shit?!?! It was ridiculous. All I have stuck in my head from all of that is "Ohayou, Gozaimasu!" (good morning) and some other random stuff. I do have the characters that I learned down, which is fantastic since I could read what the Japanese captions on Samurai Champloo were saying. (I am a pretty fast learner...when something interests me)&amp;nbsp;Anyway...back to my homework! &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" width=15&gt;</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/404513664/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 09, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/403157278/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/403157278/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2005 10:27:20 GMT</pubDate><description>Okay, Yes, I am a loser for posting at 6:22AM in the freaking morning, but as soon as my alarm went off to wake up, I was already up checking to see if I had school. And Oh My God, I was so &lt;b&gt;HAPPY&lt;/b&gt;! I ran around the house looking for my parents who were mysteriously no where to be found (especially this early) but they were outside, shoveling up snow. I knew they were going to ask me so my ass ran back in the house and pretended I was asleep. HAHA, you know damn well I am not doing anything on my day off except: &lt;b&gt;BIG AP English Essay, BIG AP World Research and Notes, Chemistry, Spanish 2, Java, Economics, and More Research about Keio University&lt;/b&gt;. Other than that, nothing. Not too busy...(HAHA, JUST KIDDING!) Oh, and I decided to make this entry short (not like I had anything to talk about) because &lt;b&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/b&gt; and they know who they are, said I write too much. It's okay, I know you guys love hearing about my &lt;b&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/b&gt; life and all the people in it. &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" width=15&gt;</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/403157278/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 05, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/400868056/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/400868056/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 20:47:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Yama Kobayashi&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;
&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/" target=_new&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;Uh..what?&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/400868056/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 22, 2005</title><link>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/392324887/item/</link><guid>http://manhattangurl07.xanga.com/392324887/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 16:43:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I didn't go to school today because my parent's supposedly "left for work early" which is a total FUCKED UP, BOLD FACED LIE! Do they not fuckin know that I had to turn in homework today? Don't they know that I have to give&amp;nbsp;a presentation tomorrow? All those geeks in my AP World group are going to be hating on me. Except Nikki, she's no geek, and she'll understand. But OMG! I have been sitting here looking at &lt;a href="http://www.kingston.ac.uk/" target="new"&gt;Kingston University website&lt;/a&gt;, hoping, and wishing, and dreaming to go there. Yea, that's where I want to sit my behind (my sexah behind) down for &lt;b&gt;FOUR WHOLE YEARS&lt;/b&gt;, and more if I want to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUPER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Educated. But yea...I also baked some cookies. They look sooo good, but I tasted one and I almost died. They are so salty! I'm calling them ,&lt;b&gt;CC cookies&lt;/b&gt;. I'm sure you know what the "&lt;b&gt;CC&lt;/b&gt;" stands for, right?
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