<?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-6141973</id><updated>2012-01-24T05:42:29.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to The Mirror.  Your window to the mind of the demented little person known as Tez.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-116582637536491505</id><published>2006-12-11T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:39:35.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mp3s</title><summary type='text'>so my computer is a bitch and it wont let me download music with limewire. I just look at the icon longingly. Damn tease. Thank goodness for youremp3.netmusic is my porn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/116582637536491505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=116582637536491505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116582637536491505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116582637536491505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2006/12/mp3s.html' title='mp3s'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-116452861194008872</id><published>2006-11-25T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:10:11.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder its my favorite movie</title><summary type='text'>Fight clubyeah make judgments now...lets move on now shall we.I'm really nervous. Tuesday i'm going to take my state board again and I cant help but be extremely scared on the what ifs. what if I dont pass again. but lets not think of that again...I was looking online and found some pictures that made me a bit sad.  Lately I seem to be feeling really old. I mean I know 20 is like nothing but my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/116452861194008872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=116452861194008872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116452861194008872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116452861194008872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-wonder-its-my-favorite-movie.html' title='No wonder its my favorite movie'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-116391428733392115</id><published>2006-11-18T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:31:27.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why i try</title><summary type='text'>I hate the holidays. Sometimes I wonder why I even try. I have to make nice with people that dont even like me. That i dont even like to begin with.  So I'm adult now (for about over 2 years now but aperantly I just realized this) and this means that i have resposibilities, a job and not to mention a christmas list that only seems to be getting longer by the minute. I wonder why i feel this way. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/116391428733392115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=116391428733392115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116391428733392115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116391428733392115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wonder-why-i-try.html' title='I wonder why i try'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-116391351975837488</id><published>2006-11-18T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:18:39.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for those who cant hear</title><summary type='text'>Take me down, 6 underground,The ground beneath your feet,Laid out low, nothing to goNowhere a way to meetI've got a head full of drought,Down here, so faroff losing outRound here,Overground, watch this space,I'm open to falling from graceCalm me down, bring it roundToo way high off your streetI can see like nothing elseIn me you're better than I wannabeDon't think 'cos I understand,I care, don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/116391351975837488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=116391351975837488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116391351975837488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116391351975837488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-those-who-cant-hear.html' title='for those who cant hear'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-116383478194339910</id><published>2006-11-17T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:26:21.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had forgotten about this place</title><summary type='text'>lets start over ok.My name is Claudia.I'm 20 years oldand i'm determined to do something with my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/116383478194339910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=116383478194339910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116383478194339910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/116383478194339910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-forgotten-about-this-place.html' title='I had forgotten about this place'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111932996500312904</id><published>2005-06-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:59:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate family gatherings</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: depressedListening to: nothingWearing: Jeans, blue tank, my pirate belt.No matter how self-confident I feel, how self asured, how doesn't give a fuck-punk rock bitch I feel, family gatherings always find a way of knocking me down. and not just low, beyond low, buried deep withing the ground.  I try to be myself, be the girl that goes moshing every other weekend. The girl that with broken</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111932996500312904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111932996500312904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111932996500312904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111932996500312904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-family-gatherings.html' title='I hate family gatherings'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-111847290256705194</id><published>2005-06-10T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:55:02.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I survived</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: tiredListening to: The distillers- young girlWearing: PJs.Yep and i'm pretty sure I passed all my classes. hey and I didn't even have to cheat.  Bad thing is I'm starting the other school probably on tuesday. FUCK.Yeah my little brother graduated today. he's like officially gonna be a highschool kid. I pierced my upper ear. Didn't hurt as much as I expected.on a related note:Lip's next.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111847290256705194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111847290256705194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111847290256705194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111847290256705194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-i-survived.html' title='So I survived'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111764330593547545</id><published>2005-06-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:28:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm beyond tired</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: tired- (um yeah)Listening to: nadaWearing: Jeans, black halter, jacket.So finals suck beyond belief. Just got done with one that took me like an hour even though they told me to be here at 7 am but most of the people didn't show up till 8. damn you people.Well I just wanted to say never procratinate because it took me about 4-5 hours to finish my math homework yesterday.I went to sleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111764330593547545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111764330593547545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111764330593547545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111764330593547545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-beyond-tired.html' title='I&apos;m beyond tired'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111730601433998178</id><published>2005-05-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:46:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to take advantage of you</title><summary type='text'>Blind fold you. Take of your shirt.Kiss your chest.Kiss your lips.make you feel my hot, steamy breath on yoursensitive skin.I'll take advantage of you.make you feel good.great.I'll leave.When you take off your blindfoldI'll be gone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111730601433998178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111730601433998178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111730601433998178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111730601433998178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-going-to-take-advantage-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m going to take advantage of you'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111726642411110755</id><published>2005-05-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:47:04.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just came back from a show.</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: tired and still a little high.Wearing: pjsI seriously need to do that again. I think about it and wonder why I hadn't gone to any shows before. well its because I didn't have friends that were cool before. Now I do. who knows I might take my brother next time.maybe.on another note:I met a guy that's really hot and Alicia wants to hook me up with him. I doubt anything'll happen tho. he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111726642411110755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111726642411110755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111726642411110755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111726642411110755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-came-back-from-show.html' title='Just came back from a show.'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111703880087923776</id><published>2005-05-25T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:33:20.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like breaking down</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: StressedListening to: MCR- I never told you what I do for a livingWearing: Black tank, skirt I made, and a black sweater.So I'm freaking out because I have the last test for math today and I can't seem to get in and study for it.  I haven't studied at all for it so yeah.  Good thing today is my last time for math until our final. Yeah about finals.  I'm so fucked right now.  Not ready </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111703880087923776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111703880087923776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111703880087923776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111703880087923776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-like-breaking-down.html' title='I&apos;m like breaking down'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111643696294076825</id><published>2005-05-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:28:46.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember now....</title><summary type='text'>Its official. I'm going to school in salinas. I think in summer. so there goes 10 months of my life for now. 10 long months that I'll have to dedicate to get my licence. Damn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111643696294076825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111643696294076825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111643696294076825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111643696294076825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-remember-now.html' title='I remember now....'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111643422197256338</id><published>2005-05-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:41:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a time waster...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: tiredListening to: HIM-Beyond redemptionWearing: Jeans, a blue tank, and black sweater.So I'm basically just wasting time till Aliceia gets to school or my next class starts whichever comes first.I've been craving a cig. all day now. If only my stupid brother hadn't thrown mine away. I mean thats like 20 dollars that I'll never get back. Sure, I'll live longer but what does that mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111643422197256338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111643422197256338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111643422197256338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111643422197256338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-time-waster.html' title='Just a time waster...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111627402546861431</id><published>2005-05-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:08:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you wish you were this smart...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111627402546861431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111627402546861431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111627402546861431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111627402546861431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-wish-you-were-this-smart.html' title='you wish you were this smart...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111613417798020633</id><published>2005-05-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:16:17.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well lets just start all over again.</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: mehWatching: queer as folkWearing: shorts and a white T.so after long postponing my new layout trys I thought it would make sense that now that my website has been taken permanently offline I might as well spend half an hour creating this... thing.lets see lets catch up on everything you've missed from my sad little life.  I have a friend that is hell bent in getting in my pants. their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111613417798020633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111613417798020633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111613417798020633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111613417798020633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-lets-just-start-all-over-again.html' title='Well lets just start all over again.'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111225634924660143</id><published>2005-03-31T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:05:49.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go check me out</title><summary type='text'>http://www.myspace.com/sugarrazorblades</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111225634924660143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111225634924660143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111225634924660143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111225634924660143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/03/go-check-me-out.html' title='go check me out'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111082406929233262</id><published>2005-03-14T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:17:47.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another survey (is that all i do?)</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: boredListening to: Beck-loserWearing: blue tank, jeans, black sweater.TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The SurveyName:Claudia MontenegroBirthday:07/08/86Birthplace:Tepic, nayarit MexicoCurrent Location:CaliforniaEye Color:brownHair Color:black (but with blue)Height:5'5Right Handed or Left Handed:rightYour Heritage:Mexican/native/spanishThe Shoes You Wore Today:converse that cost me $10Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111082406929233262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111082406929233262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111082406929233262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111082406929233262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-survey-is-that-all-i-do.html' title='Another survey (is that all i do?)'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-111018165332214110</id><published>2005-03-06T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:47:33.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><summary type='text'>200 questions...Take if you're BORED.Created by InfamousInDeath and taken 296 times on bzoink!x.Basics.xName:ClaudiaBirthday:08/07/86Age:18Location:CaliforniaMoms name:Marthadads name:RolandoSiblings names and ages:Julio-14x.Favorites.xcolor:Black, bluefood:tamalesband:HIMsubject in school:ARTHobby:photography, HTML, art, SkateboardingAnimal:Catsong:Beautifulsmell:Mint?book:Rides of the midwayCD:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/111018165332214110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=111018165332214110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111018165332214110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/111018165332214110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/03/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-110980190171315635</id><published>2005-03-02T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:19:13.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always get like this</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Sadyet happyListening to: HIM-BeautifulWearing: Jeans, black halter, black sweater.when I listen to this song. It makes me cry. I want to have sex while this song is playing. Just felt like I had to get that out there.Not much to actually tell for now. Alicia's depressed as hell, My dad is in Mexico, I got in a fight with my brother yesterday and my mom ended up "not taking sides" but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110980190171315635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110980190171315635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110980190171315635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110980190171315635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-always-get-like-this.html' title='I always get like this'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-110932006629444124</id><published>2005-02-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:29:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well 2nd post of the day</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Tired yet happyListening to: HIM-Heartache Every MomentWearing: Black tank, and boxersSo we bought the tickets March 28th baby. Ok now that I have to stop sounding like a drunk frat boy. Sure its a monday and I'm probably gonna blow off skool but its not like i'm gonna do it often right? Anyway I didn't get called back for stupid target. Bastards. I need the damn job. And what's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110932006629444124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110932006629444124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110932006629444124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110932006629444124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-2nd-post-of-day.html' title='Well 2nd post of the day'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-110928351117354954</id><published>2005-02-24T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:19:42.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back I suppose...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Tired Listening to: Nirvana-All ApologiesWearing: Jeans, black tank, grey-ish jacket, HIM pinns, and HIM earings.Anyway so I'm back. Yep...I'm tired and waiting for stupid Alicia to call me cause we might end up going to a MCR concert in San Jose. Yes I said MCR... STFU. I know they're not punk but hey i'm entitled to like a few non-punk bands. Not that I'd cheat on my original genre. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110928351117354954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110928351117354954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110928351117354954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110928351117354954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome-back-i-suppose.html' title='Welcome back I suppose...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-110816337760061893</id><published>2005-02-11T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:09:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><summary type='text'>Take the quiz: "What Kinda Kiss R U?"Playful KissThe playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for that person. You just go with the flow!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110816337760061893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110816337760061893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110816337760061893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110816337760061893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-110352821319065312</id><published>2004-12-19T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:53:44.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm obssessed with Ville Valo...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: sad and hornyListening to: NoFX- the idiots are taking overWearing: shorts and a tankI went to play pool with some friends today. It was fun.I'm leaving in about 6 hours that sucks. where to? Mexico. my mom bought the ticket without asking me. Yeah not a good thing.Anyway about the title. I am. He's just a beautiful man. Why can't I find someone like him? Like he's so my perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110352821319065312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110352821319065312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110352821319065312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110352821319065312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-obssessed-with-ville-valo.html' title='I&apos;m obssessed with Ville Valo...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-110236127300870038</id><published>2004-12-06T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:27:53.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: tiredListening to: phantom planetWearing: Jeans and a black shirtI was noticing how a certain person gets sick of people and ruins it with them.  And all managing to seem like she's the victim.  Of all i know for sure she's gotten rid of 5 friends me included, and posibly a new victim will be added to her list.  It makes me wonder if this person will ever change.  The bad thing is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110236127300870038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110236127300870038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110236127300870038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110236127300870038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-110175849261344868</id><published>2004-11-29T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T12:31:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: anoyed Wearing: blue tankmost people that know me agree. I'm a pretty easygoing person. But what most others don't know is that i can be a real bitch that doesn't forgive so easily. I'm bored so I'm going to post some hate mail i got some months ago. its pretty fucking hilarious. By the way this person has no fucking spelling skills so point and laugh if you understand I'm going to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110175849261344868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110175849261344868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110175849261344868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110175849261344868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-well-well.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-110167667963106572</id><published>2004-11-28T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T13:17:59.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something cute...</title><summary type='text'>Go check it out.  And if you sign up tell  put me as a referance.  Tezcatlipoca04</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/110167667963106572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=110167667963106572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110167667963106572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/110167667963106572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-cute.html' title='Something cute...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109890807734231159</id><published>2004-10-27T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:14:37.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm bored...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: tired Listening to: Red Hot Chili Peppers- TearWearing: Jeans, black shirt, black sweater. And I was remebering the good old days.  Well actually they were more like the fucked old days.  Back when i didn't know how to type.  I used to stare at the keyboard to be able to finish a couple of paragraphs in an hour.  now look at me.  you can't get me away from the computer.  Its funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109890807734231159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109890807734231159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109890807734231159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109890807734231159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-im-bored.html' title='So I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109882420987282217</id><published>2004-10-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:56:49.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay so I wonder...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: confused Listening to: smile empty soul-All my problemsWearing: jeans, tan shirt, black (old) sweater.Am I really that shallow?  Or is it that i've been developing an iota of self-esteem.  I mean I just realized that I want a fuck buddy but not everyone qualifies.  I mean my stalker doesn't qualify.  The creepy old guys that hit on me don't qualify either.  yet the sad thing is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109882420987282217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109882420987282217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109882420987282217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109882420987282217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/10/okay-so-i-wonder.html' title='Okay so I wonder...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-109810300632024465</id><published>2004-10-18T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T05:36:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's fucking unfair...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: depressedListening to: incubus-warningWearing: who gives a fuck.A guy i know just died.  He was sent to Iraq about a month ago.  I mean the guy was only 19.  how the fuck is that fair.  I don't know why it hit me so hard.  Maybe its that i knew he was a really nice person.  I'm friends with his sister and their mom is my mom's boss.  I keep telling myself that i shouldn't be hurting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109810300632024465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109810300632024465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109810300632024465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109810300632024465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/10/lifes-fucking-unfair.html' title='Life&apos;s fucking unfair...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109709540735413525</id><published>2004-10-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:43:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I'm dumb...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Uncomfortable.Listening to: Greenday- Extraordinary girlWearing: Green pants, black tank, black sweater.So I've talked to Ryan so many times and I still don't know his real name.  That's on monday I'm asking him his name.  God he's hot.Today I was late to class as usual (its the bus' fault.) and I hear the sound of a skateboard against pavement.  Ofcourse I have to turn.  Its a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109709540735413525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109709540735413525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109709540735413525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109709540735413525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeah-im-dumb.html' title='Yeah I&apos;m dumb...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-109691446311895569</id><published>2004-10-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:27:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Happy but in pain Listening to: A perfect circle-Gravity.Wearing: black jeans, tan shirt, black jacket.So I'm bored as hell right now.  I have about an hour and 15 min to kill before I have to meet Alicia at the bus stop.  Its her birthday.  She's finally legal.  Whooo.anyway... I wasn't going to come to school today.  Why? Well my period was late.  And when that happens it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109691446311895569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109691446311895569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109691446311895569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109691446311895569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/10/meh.html' title='Meh...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109631505811650391</id><published>2004-09-27T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:57:38.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Sad Listening to: Aerosmith- Dream onWearing: Jeans, blue tank, black sweater.I'm Insane...But you probably already knew that.  Well I'm going to get my lip pierced, in about 2 weeks at the most.  I've been waiting forever.  I'm also going to get a tat but that's yet to be sceduled.  I had an interesting weekend.  I found out that Brandon's bi.  I was talking with him and he's like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109631505811650391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109631505811650391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109631505811650391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109631505811650391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-official.html' title='Its official...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109562914939609944</id><published>2004-09-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T14:29:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to the Board Walk Yesterday...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Hungry Watching: Danny phantomWearing: PJs...Well yeah I did. It was fun I need to get out more. Alicia, Juan, and danny went with me. We bought some tickets and went on the rollercoasters. Man i love rolercoasters, they're soo awsome. Then we went to the hounted house ride and it was lame. But something interesting did happen. Danny cried. He said there was some bad memories </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109562914939609944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109562914939609944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109562914939609944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109562914939609944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-went-to-board-walk-yesterday.html' title='I went to the Board Walk Yesterday...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-109540075987565607</id><published>2004-09-16T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:59:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some cool stuff...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: boredListening to: nadaWearing: boxers and a red tankWell this is the tat i'm gonna get on my shoulder blade.  cute no?And now for the  funny animations....Go bunny go!Ever wonder what agent smith sees?....Who knew bush could dance?....Finally Vash kills someone....Ah!! Don't pic up the phone...No matter who you are you have to find this funny......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109540075987565607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109540075987565607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109540075987565607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109540075987565607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-some-cool-stuff.html' title='Just some cool stuff...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109528011113691356</id><published>2004-09-15T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:28:31.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me kill an hour...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: eh? Listening to: AFI-Perfect fitWearing: Green pants, black tank, black sweater.Well as the title sais I have an hour to kill before I have to go to class.  And instead of wasting my time on neopets or something else like that I wanted to catch you people on the special thing that is my life.  Yeah I don't even belive that.  Well lets start with the begining.  I started school at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109528011113691356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109528011113691356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109528011113691356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109528011113691356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/09/help-me-kill-hour.html' title='Help me kill an hour...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109310082483644066</id><published>2004-08-21T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T08:07:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way too much time...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Hungry and cold Listening to: The Vapors- Turning JapaneseWearing: Tank and sweats.Surprized about my little emoticon up there? Well I made a bunch of them, all pixel shaded which means that I'm surprized they came out okay. I like the hair.Why am I writing? Well I feel lonely.  It seems that my computer desides to work properly only when there's no one I know online.  oh man I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109310082483644066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109310082483644066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109310082483644066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109310082483644066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/08/way-too-much-time.html' title='Way too much time...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-109263348727170310</id><published>2004-08-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:18:16.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'm back...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Full (I just came back from the chinese place)Listening to: AFIWearing: Black pants that I took some scissors to and a yellow tank.So I havent writen anything in a long ass time. Lets start with the basics. My brother came back from SanDiego. Thats good i guess. Oh and I turned 18 on the 7th of august. It was cool. Alicia called me and asked if I wanted to do anything. So we all went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109263348727170310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109263348727170310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109263348727170310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109263348727170310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-im-back.html' title='Well I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-109099772057099063</id><published>2004-07-27T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:55:20.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help me out and get a neopet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109099772057099063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109099772057099063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109099772057099063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109099772057099063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/07/help-me-out-and-get-neopet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-109039122719322294</id><published>2004-07-20T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T23:27:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace yourselves its gonna be a long one...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: Determined. I will finish this post &gt;_0 Listening to:  Incubus- Mexico. (I've been in one of my downloading moods) Wearing: White tanktop, flanel pj bottoms. Okay so after weeks of saying (to myself) that I'm going to update this thing and never actually doing it I'm finally here.  Lets see... I have so many things to say and yet I have nothing to say at all. Ain't life a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/109039122719322294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=109039122719322294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109039122719322294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/109039122719322294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/07/brace-yourselves-its-gonna-be-long-one.html' title='Brace yourselves its gonna be a long one...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-108845078272537345</id><published>2004-06-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T12:35:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: TiredListening to: NothingWearing: Tank top and boxers.Okay so summer started and I've been wanting to blog for a long time.  I graduated high school which is a yay.  And I took the cabrillo assessment.  So now I need to sign up for classes which I should be doing right now but still If I don't do this now I won't get a chance to.  Other than that my life has been extremely boreing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108845078272537345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108845078272537345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108845078272537345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108845078272537345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-108646664104209078</id><published>2004-06-05T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T13:17:21.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken coop...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: BoredListening to: Linkin Park (blame launch.)Wearing:Yellow tank, tight jeans, fishnets and a black sweater.100 things about meINSTRUCTIONS:1. Copy this whole list into your journal.2. Bold the things that are true about you.3. Whatever you don't bold are false01. When I was younger I made some bad decisions02. I don't watch much TV these days 03. I love psychodelic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108646664104209078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108646664104209078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108646664104209078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108646664104209078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/06/chicken-coop.html' title='Chicken coop...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-108640930527972019</id><published>2004-06-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:21:45.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't going to post but eh...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: hungryListening to: green dayWearing: same as last post.So I wanted to talk about the Video Accademy senior banquette.  Well first let me start off with something funny thats been happening. some time ago, when we started haveing the whole sex discussions among people in class, i was in line in the caffeteria to buy something to eat during break and Alicia, Juan and Charlie were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108640930527972019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108640930527972019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108640930527972019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108640930527972019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-wasnt-going-to-post-but-eh.html' title='I wasn&apos;t going to post but eh...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-108640734778907111</id><published>2004-06-04T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:49:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It took me forever but i finaly found out what i am...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: TiredListening to: YellowcardWearing: Black tank with a white pier drawing, and riped jeans.I'm so fucking EMO its scary. So after years and years of trying to define my little insignificant personallity and personal style it's ironic that i find out "what I am" the weekend before the end of highschool.  Highschool, where you can't walk into a room without people scrutinizing you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108640734778907111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108640734778907111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108640734778907111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108640734778907111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-took-me-forever-but-i-finaly-found.html' title='It took me forever but i finaly found out what i am...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108629599739125253</id><published>2004-06-03T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T13:53:17.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: NervousListening to: Marron 5Wearing: Green I love nerds T and riped jeans.Well tomorrow is the last day in my hole damn highschool carreer.  So I'm stressing.  I'll continue later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108629599739125253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108629599739125253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108629599739125253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108629599739125253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/06/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-108606150227913798</id><published>2004-05-31T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:45:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEH!!!</title><summary type='text'>TToughEEnjoyableZZonkedCCasualAArtyTTrustworthyLLivelyIInnocentPProfoundOOverwhelmingCControversialAAmbivalentName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108606150227913798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108606150227913798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108606150227913798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108606150227913798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/05/meh.html' title='MEH!!!'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108602904775597304</id><published>2004-05-31T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T11:45:10.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom...</title><summary type='text'>Feeling: thirstyListening to: Billy Idol- Dancing with myself.Wearing: Black T and BoxersI downloaded Itunes.  It fucking rocks.  Anyway as you can tell I need some fucking human interaction.  I know I'm not exactly the funnest person to be around some times but still.  (Is funnest even a word?) I hate to sound so bitchy and stuff but a lot of times I feel that not a lot of people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108602904775597304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108602904775597304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108602904775597304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108602904775597304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/05/boredom.html' title='Boredom...'/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108590038494130190</id><published>2004-05-29T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T23:59:44.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored...Feeling: thirstyListening to: The voices in my headWearing: Black T and boxers.I need to find a way to entertain myself.  I've been finding out that the internet is really boreing when you don't know what to do.  I just finished looking at neopets.  Its a good time waster.  I came home from work a few hours ago and I think i need to find out another way of entertainment that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108590038494130190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108590038494130190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108590038494130190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108590038494130190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108572349892287334</id><published>2004-05-27T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:51:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm...Feeling: SadListening to: NothingWearing: Pjs.Well a lot of shit has happened in my life.  First off Karina and I are no longer speaking.  I actually don't really want to go over the details but lets just say that it involved her calling me a traitor and basically a slut.  Prom would have been shitty if it wasnt for alicia.  She made it worth while.  Basically my life is falling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108572349892287334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108572349892287334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108572349892287334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108572349892287334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141973.post-108491278676295785</id><published>2004-05-18T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T13:39:46.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a temp layout.  Till I get off of my lazy ass and actually create another one.  BTW if anyone wants to adopt one of my previous layouts just contact me.  Psychorocker86@yahoo.com  Does anyone know if the stupid comments are finally showing up?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108491278676295785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108491278676295785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108491278676295785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108491278676295785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-temp-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108312388457348996</id><published>2004-04-27T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:48:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I had a GREAT day(Sence the sarcasm?)...Feeling: Hot and in PainListening to: NothingWearing: White Tank and blue shorts.  (what is it with me and the blue lately?)So let's see.  I woke up late today and I hate when that happens.  Aparently I had nothing to wear because I ended up wearing Jeans and a light blue tank top with a blueish gray shirt over it.  I actually had a reason for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108312388457348996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108312388457348996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108312388457348996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108312388457348996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-i-had-great-daysence-sarcasm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108309939791151535</id><published>2004-04-27T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:16:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What type of J-rocker would you be? by deathwishYour nameYour clothes stylegothicYour job in the bandvocalsNumber of fangirls687,483Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!What type of J-rocker would you be? by deathwishYour nameYour clothes stylepiercings everywhereYour job in the bandmelodic guitarNumber of fangirls1,998,194Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!Which male HP Character Are You Most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108309939791151535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108309939791151535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108309939791151535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108309939791151535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-type-of-j-rocker-would-you-be-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108295614456747417</id><published>2004-04-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:29:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scene points1. studded belt - 2 points: 22. dyed black hair - 2 points: 23. thick rimed glasses - 2 points: 24. tight shirts/pants - 2 points each: 25. gaudy belt buckle - 2 points each: 06. clothing bought from a thrift store - 2 points each: 227. having hair with bangs longer than the rest - 2 points: 08. trucker hats - 2 points: 09. messenger bag - 3 points: 310. livejournal/myspace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108295614456747417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108295614456747417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108295614456747417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108295614456747417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/scene-points-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108266671384166764</id><published>2004-04-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:49:21.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well new things...Feeling:OkayListening to: Incubus- Nice to know youWearing:Black pants, black halter, Denim Jacket.  Let's see what's been happening in my life... Karina stoped talking to me.  I was like, What did I do do?  And honestly I still have no idea what I did to piss her off.  This happened yesterday and it made me feel like crap.  She gave me the silent treatment, I mean the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108266671384166764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108266671384166764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108266671384166764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108266671384166764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-new-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108252647382581958</id><published>2004-04-20T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:51:58.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Myeh...Feeling: TiredListening to: NothingWearing: Blue T-shirt, blue surfing snoopy boxers.So today the seniors had a talent show because the rest of the grades were testing.  It was pretty okay.  I sat with Alicia and her boyfriend Juan.  She's fun and was acting all mean with all the acts.  I guess its cause she was the first one to go on.  Talent show lasted a few hours.  Man, watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108252647382581958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108252647382581958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108252647382581958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108252647382581958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/myeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108250676606948836</id><published>2004-04-20T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T17:23:31.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fixed the bugs.  Can u see the layout now?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108250676606948836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108250676606948836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108250676606948836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108250676606948836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/fixed-bugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108244121117694235</id><published>2004-04-19T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T23:10:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Changed the layout.  What do you think?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108244121117694235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108244121117694235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108244121117694235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108244121117694235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-changed-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108239762397529567</id><published>2004-04-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:04:27.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a small update...Feeling:Frustrated.  Stupic computer at school has every good site I go to blocked.Listening to:OffspringWearing:Jeans, green blouse thing with shoulders showing, green tank.So I just wanted to update what's been happening with meh.  Well turns out that I'm feeling extremely wierded out about the whole Michael situation.  I can so tell he's really into Karina and I feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108239762397529567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108239762397529567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108239762397529567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108239762397529567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-small-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108180145345904432</id><published>2004-04-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T13:28:47.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is a fucking soap opera...And not even one of the good ones...Feeling:SadListening to:NothingWearing:Boxers and a tank top.So I did it.  I got my friends mad at me.  I hate being a big fuck up.  So yesterday I went with Karina and her little cousin to see Hell Boy.  When I get there I find out that I'm going to prom with Michael.  So I got thrown off because I hate when people make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108180145345904432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108180145345904432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108180145345904432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108180145345904432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-life-is-fucking-soap-opera.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-10814564945430201</id><published>2004-04-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T13:38:42.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn...Feeling: Un-easyListening to: OffspringWearing: Black pants, Black halter, black jacket.  Okay so new news: Maddy's mom won't let her go to prom with meh.  I have no idea why but she wants her to go with a guys.  Well I'm not angry or anything.  I'm just feeling uneasy cause that means that I have to find a date.  Oh yeah that's easy.  People won't leave me the hell alone and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/10814564945430201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=10814564945430201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/10814564945430201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/10814564945430201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108128501144072328</id><published>2004-04-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:00:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't written in forever...Feeling:My back hurtsListening to: Incubus- Speak FireWearing:Jeans, gray shirt thing, black jacket.So turns out that I'm job shadowing this reporter guy tomorrow.  I didn't really want to do it but Esme made me sign the papers.  And what's done is done.  Well good thing is that I get out of class for almost all day.  XP  Well, yesterday I got home really bored</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108128501144072328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108128501144072328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108128501144072328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108128501144072328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-havent-written-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108085658326495822</id><published>2004-04-01T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T14:00:02.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Melancholi hit me...Feeling: Duh, see the title.Listening to: PODWearing:Jeans, black halter top, black jacket.Okay so I'm in class and bored out of my mind.  I just came from lunch, where I was buying the Prom bids and stuff.  I was thinking that its going to be fun, even though it is going to be a little crowded.  We're going to be a group of at least 10 or 11 people.  I just hope I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108085658326495822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108085658326495822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108085658326495822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108085658326495822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/04/melancholi-hit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-108068362830624517</id><published>2004-03-30T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T13:57:24.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bordom induced banter...Feeling:TiredListening to:ToolWearing:Jeans, black shirt with pink letters (eww pink!), and a black jacket.Have you ever liked someone so much it hurts?  I hate that.  And the thing is that I try to get over it but it doesn't work.  There's just things about him that draw me back in.  I wish it would all just go away but it doesn't.  I know it sounds obssessive and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/108068362830624517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=108068362830624517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108068362830624517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/108068362830624517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/bordom-induced-banter.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107966396023734126</id><published>2004-03-18T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T18:44:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more quizzez...         How MEXICAN are you?    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com.    What the hell?         How WHITE are you?    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com.    What? I'm not white!         How ASIAN are you?    Brought to you by the good folks at sacwriters.com.    How am I more asian than mexican?         How BLACK are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107966396023734126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107966396023734126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107966396023734126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107966396023734126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/more-quizzez.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107966134733236575</id><published>2004-03-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T17:59:07.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>look what i got...Feeling:AmusedListening to:Blink 182- feeling thisWearing: tank and shortsGet to know the REAL you by crash_and_burnYour NameYou Are A:GamerYour Favorite Band/SongBright Eyes - Bowl Of OrangesYou Like To Read:Teeny-Bopper magazinesYou Firmly Believe In:AbstinenceEveryone Thinks You Are:A cheap bastardYou Were Conceived:In a burning buildingYou Will Marry:The high-school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107966134733236575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107966134733236575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107966134733236575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107966134733236575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/look-what-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107964662115307453</id><published>2004-03-18T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T13:53:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wasting time...Feeling: Full.  I just drank one of those huge powerade things.Listening to: Some random songs I found on the computer.Wearing: Jeans, white tank, faded black sweater.Well let's first say what's been happening.  I got my hair cut.  You'd think that it wouldn't really make much of a difference but it did.  My mom straightened it for me and I didn't really like it.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107964662115307453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107964662115307453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107964662115307453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107964662115307453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-wasting-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107938530483340464</id><published>2004-03-15T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T13:18:20.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is sour punch...Feeling: My Bipolar-disorder is acting upListening to: Linkin ParkWearing: Black pants, green shirt, black jacket.I guess you're wondering about my creative title ,huh?  Well it's a way of telling you what my life is like.  It's like sour, red punch.  The color distracts you and you might get a little hint of sweetness in it, but mostly it's bitter.  I'm sick of it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107938530483340464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107938530483340464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107938530483340464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107938530483340464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-life-is-sour-punch.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107924337998961639</id><published>2004-03-13T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:52:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now for the bitching...Feeling: Eh?Listening to: Goo Goo Dolls- NameWearing: Same as bellowI've been feeling lonely lately.  I want a boyfriend.  And I've said it before.  Not a serious relationship.  I want a Goth/punkish/geeky boy.  I love those.  My friends don't understand my obsession over Goth boys.  I just love them.  (just don't wear black lipstick around me, eyeliner's okay).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107924337998961639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107924337998961639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107924337998961639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107924337998961639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/now-for-bitching.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107924167194296197</id><published>2004-03-13T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:24:25.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just an update on Meh...Feeling: BoredListening to: Rage Against the Machine- Wake upWearing: Black T-shirt with a note that says "I have just kidnapped myself.  Give me $1,000,000 dollars or you'll never see me again." Hey maybe someone will actually pay XD. Oh and shorts.Well I'm extremely bored and after about five minutes of stareing at my feet (my toenails are painted black and blue) I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107924167194296197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107924167194296197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107924167194296197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107924167194296197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-update-on-meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107895506209604748</id><published>2004-03-10T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T13:47:30.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm bored...Feeling: confusedListening to: offspringWearing: Baggy black pants, red tank, white shirt, and a black tie with white stripes. Oh and my black nerd glasses.  I'm all MOD today. XDYeah I know that I haven't writen in forever and a day.  But I have an actual excuse for it.  I've been really busy and i did write out a long entry but my stupid computer deleted it.  So what's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107895506209604748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107895506209604748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107895506209604748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107895506209604748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107782127284307083</id><published>2004-02-26T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T10:50:43.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another reason I wish I was someone else...Feeling: Not too goodListening to: HendrixWearing:  Jeans, green shirt, black jacket.People ask me why I don't get close to people.  Well maybe cause when I do they always end up hurting me really badly.  It's bad enought that when I was little I was abused by everyone.  Not my parents but others in my family.  And not just physically but, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107782127284307083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107782127284307083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107782127284307083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107782127284307083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/another-reason-i-wish-i-was-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107768509240267964</id><published>2004-02-24T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:06:09.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new outlook...Feeling:Sick (with a cold)Listening to: Molotov- Gimme tha PowerWearing: Jeans, red tank, socksYou know that old saying, I'm my own worst enemy?  It applies to me a lot.  I don't like myself.  I'm a weakling.  I know you're probably thinking, "Not this again."  Well this blog is for me to bitch.  So if ya don't like, don't read. (This message is not for Nadia or Alica, It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107768509240267964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107768509240267964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107768509240267964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107768509240267964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-outlook.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107747675646027498</id><published>2004-02-22T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T11:08:41.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quizzes....You're Element is Night. You're a loner who is verycreative but never show your work to anyone.You may smile a little but sadness orloneliness surround you and other can feel itwhen they're near you. You have a dark orunusual beauty that makes you mysterious andyou probably have a lot of secrets that you'venever told anyone. You're beauty is intrigingand unorthidox but the real thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107747675646027498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107747675646027498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107747675646027498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107747675646027498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107714008802677846</id><published>2004-02-18T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T13:37:27.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He knows...Feeling: Eh?Listening to: AFIWearing:Jeans, black shirt, black sweater.So aparently he knows.  Alicia told me that someone came up to her and asked her if she knew me.  Okay first signal.  Not a lot of people know me or of me for that matter.  Then she said that they told her something about me liking him.  I asked her who it was but she wouldn't tell me.  She said that they made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107714008802677846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107714008802677846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107714008802677846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107714008802677846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/he-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107707206435186107</id><published>2004-02-17T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:43:43.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just passing time...Feeling:Full/SickListening to:AFI-This celluloid dreamWearing:Black T-shirt, Jeans, and socksI'm really bored right now.  I don't know what's been wrong with me lately.  I've been distracted.  And it's more than apathy this time.  At least I think it is.  Why is it that as soon as I think I know my body it betrays me.  And I'm not just saying physically this time.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107707206435186107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107707206435186107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107707206435186107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107707206435186107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/just-passing-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107688030537905988</id><published>2004-02-15T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:27:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DSL is addicting...Feeling:Eh?Listening to:Molotov- Here we Kum and FrijoleroWearing:PJs I'm gonna go take a shower in a littleStupid DSL ruined me for dial up.  My stupid laptop doesnt get the dsl so I have to use the dial-up and it's so damn slow.  You know I just realized that I really love Spanish rock.  It's cool and all but i really love when they talk about political things.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107688030537905988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107688030537905988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107688030537905988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107688030537905988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/dsl-is-addicting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107662304314587689</id><published>2004-02-12T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T13:59:54.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quiz time...Feeling: Bored and depressedListening to: DKWearing:Jeans, white shirt, black sweaterSuicide! (and you know it, so... dont u havesomething to do?) Choose your Dramatic Death (Now w/pics!!) brought to you by QuizillaYou think they know something?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107662304314587689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107662304314587689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107662304314587689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107662304314587689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/quiz-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107655937180765087</id><published>2004-02-11T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:19:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate being all hormonal...Feeling: agravatedListening to: Misfits- Hate the living, love the deadWearing:Jeans and a white tankI was supposed to get DSL on tuesday.  But no.  The stupid Machine hates me and wont let my laptop connect.  Noteven with the cable. Grrr.I went to a fieldtrip today.  Went to see A Midsummer Nights Dream in San Jose.  And that's where my title comes from.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107655937180765087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107655937180765087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107655937180765087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107655937180765087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-hate-being-all-hormonal.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107620039712388204</id><published>2004-02-07T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:35:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking...Feeling: EhListening to: Goo goo dolls- IrisWearing: PjsI wan't my DSL NOW!I was thinking about yesterday.  And holly sh*t I wore a fucking tank.  You may be thinking, "so what?  It's just a tank."  Well for me it's a major thing.  I have major body issues.  I haven't worn one in over 5 or 6 years.  So that means that I haven't worn one since I was like eleven.  I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107620039712388204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107620039712388204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107620039712388204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107620039712388204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107614056483711562</id><published>2004-02-06T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:58:28.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I think I'm bi-polar...Feeling: ConfusedListening to: Alice Cooper- Schools outWearing: Baggy Jeans, red tank.I'm almost positive that I might be bi-polar.  But a mild case of it.  I mean, there's times I start being all happy and act all girly.  Well as girly as a person like me can posibly be.  And there's other times when I'm so depressed I feel like off-ing myself.  I'm such a hypocrite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107614056483711562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107614056483711562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107614056483711562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107614056483711562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-think-im-bi-polar.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107577540554482761</id><published>2004-02-02T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T18:32:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes! Part 2...Feeling: Still happyListening to: Misfits- StaticWearing: same as belowOkay.  Um... So where was I?  Well I guess I'll leave the whole Joel thing for last.  I went to a lunch meeting for club latino today.  It was funny 'cause I told Rocio that Alejandra was talking about us.  And she started saying that she was a back stabber and all.  And at the end of lunch she apologized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107577540554482761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107577540554482761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107577540554482761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107577540554482761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/yes-part-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107577315827811455</id><published>2004-02-02T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:56:30.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quick (and crappy) Little poem I wrote...Feeling: Still happyListening to: Nothin'Wearing: Black T-shirt and shortsDon't play with meThat I can't standDon't brush me withThat faux handIt has to endRight now, right hereI feel it burn Just when you're nearI wanted to feel one embraceAs my fingers dancedAcross your faceThe stubble on your cheek Like a bell rungAs my finger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107577315827811455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107577315827811455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107577315827811455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107577315827811455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/quick-and-crappy-little-poem-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-10757590102240591</id><published>2004-02-02T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T13:59:08.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes!...Feeling: HappyListening to: AFI- Beautiful worldWearing: Black T-shirt, Jeans, gray sweater.Oh man I wish.  I just had no idea what to title this entry.  Well I'm still a little happy about what happened today.  I was boared out of my mind in computer class and I started talking about this Goth Comic called Meat Cake to Esme.  So Joel said that he had heard of it.  A couple of minutes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/10757590102240591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=10757590102240591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/10757590102240591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/10757590102240591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/02/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107559565126142373</id><published>2004-01-31T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:36:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quizzes...Feeling:boredListening to:Green day- brain stewWearing:same as belowYou, my friend are a true individual. You mostlikely hate trends and are creative. By seeingthings differently, people either admire you orthink you are a bit strange. I'm guessing youare a lot like me. Perhaps a Good Charlottehater? I hope so. An inspiration to us all,continue being you! (If you like GC, I'm sorry,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107559565126142373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107559565126142373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107559565126142373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107559565126142373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107559115235886135</id><published>2004-01-31T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T15:21:27.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... Um... Yeah...Feeling: OkayListening to: The Cranberries- ZombieWearing: My PJsI'm kinda bored right now.  I don't really know what to do today or tomorrow for that matter.  I think I might tell my mom to take me to the store or something.Well let's see... Yesterday was interesting.  It started off okay.  We had an assembly for our academy and the sophmores tried to preform a funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107559115235886135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107559115235886135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107559115235886135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107559115235886135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107548891471504880</id><published>2004-01-30T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:57:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People are stupid...Feeling:boredListening to: Linkin Park-ParanoidWearing:same as last postWell maybe in a good way.  I was in class and asked my english teacher if the placement of a comma was right in our grammar book.  So turns out it wasn't and she said, "Claudia just found a typo in the book." So that was enough fuel for some stupid people to start whooing and clapping.  Soon the whole</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107548891471504880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107548891471504880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107548891471504880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107548891471504880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/people-are-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107548802011476548</id><published>2004-01-30T10:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T10:44:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look what I just made...Feeling:acomplishedListening to:stupid peopleWearing:baggy jeans, green shirt, black sweater.It's SidAnd the Senior year gang.  Sid, Paola, and Jason.What do you think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107548802011476548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107548802011476548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107548802011476548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107548802011476548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/look-what-i-just-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107522977544577724</id><published>2004-01-27T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T10:58:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some words from the "Anti-Social girl"...Feeling:Pseudo-ComatoseListening to:A sublime cover that Joel showed meWearing:Jeans, my green t-shirt witout sleeves, and my black jacket.I bet you're wondering why the title was in quotation marks.  Well a girl just called me that. We'll I'm amdist a sea of people excited about school events and such.  I don't really understand them. But whatever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107522977544577724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107522977544577724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107522977544577724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107522977544577724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/some-words-from-anti-social-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107514322323991623</id><published>2004-01-26T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:56:20.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it wrong?Feeling: BoredListening to: Jimi Hendrix- Voodoo ChildWearing:Same thing as the last entry.Is it wrong for a seventeen year old girl to date a guy in his early twenties?  Last time I checked not really.  But for me, it's a little weird.  But aparently to all my friends it's not.  They're all dating, or trying to date guys in their twentys.  I asked this question to my mom and she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107514322323991623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107514322323991623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107514322323991623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107514322323991623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/is-it-wrong-feeling-bored-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107514210647453335</id><published>2004-01-26T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T10:37:14.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was strange...Feeling:Weirded outListening to:Jimi Hendrix- Purple HazeWearing:Jeans, A black shirt with fishnet and a zippered chest, and my black jacket.So I'm asleep and Alicia wakes me up.  She asks me if I'm going to the movies with them.  Then she tells me that there's going to be about nine people going.  I panic.  I'm really uncomfortable in crowds.  So I tell her that I might not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107514210647453335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107514210647453335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107514210647453335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107514210647453335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/it-was-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107500073527819495</id><published>2004-01-24T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T19:21:01.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Static...Feeling:FullListening to:Billy Idol- White WeddingWearing: Black T-shirt and my flanel pj bottoms.I just came back from a little trip that I took with Nadia, her mom, and Karina.  We went to the 17-Mile Drive in Pebble Beach (Monterey).  They have some amazing scenery.  We stoped off at a little village-like place.  I forget what it's called.  I'll have to ask Nadia tomorrow.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107500073527819495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107500073527819495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107500073527819495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107500073527819495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/static.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107474138161097454</id><published>2004-01-21T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:18:23.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lighter note...Feeling: I think I'm coming down with the fluListening to: Misfits- The whole Legacy of brutality cdWearing:Black 3/4 sleeved shirt, Jeans.Well it's that wonderful week where I'm retaining water, breaking out, and PMSing.  Just had to get it out there before I start.  Maybe you'll get an idea why I'm acting so erratic.Okay so my whole "one of the guys" theory was confirmed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107474138161097454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107474138161097454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107474138161097454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107474138161097454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/lighter-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107447977211508292</id><published>2004-01-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T18:38:09.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just passing time.Feeling:Okay I guessWatching: Joe DirtWearing: Pjs.I took a little quiz lookie...-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P You'rethe kind of chick that can hang out with yourboyfriend's friends and be silly. You don'tcare about presents or about going to fancyplaced. Hell, just hang out. You're just happybeing around your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107447977211508292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107447977211508292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107447977211508292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107447977211508292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-passing-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107431713652835532</id><published>2004-01-16T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T21:27:31.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who cares...Feeling: SadListening to:System of a Down-ToxicityWearing: My old, yellow, PE T-shirt and my flanel PJ bottoms.I'm a real screw up.  I haven't been feeling well lately.  I need to get out of the house more often.  It makes me wonder: How in the hell have I survived this long.  I made the mistake of going to the store with my twelve year old brother.  He saw me shopeing for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107431713652835532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107431713652835532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107431713652835532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107431713652835532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107430686798699165</id><published>2004-01-16T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T18:36:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Quizzes:you are the bounded cutter Which Self Harm pic or you? brought to you by QuizillaHappy no?Shy Nerd! What is your Inner Loser?  COMPLETE w/pics  brought to you by QuizillaUnderworld. What Movie Pic R U? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107430686798699165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107430686798699165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107430686798699165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107430686798699165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/more-quizzes-you-are-bounded-cutter.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107422680807120655</id><published>2004-01-15T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T20:22:01.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got the code to work. yay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107422680807120655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107422680807120655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107422680807120655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107422680807120655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-got-code-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107422526688517361</id><published>2004-01-15T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T19:56:19.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just testing the comment box</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107422526688517361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107422526688517361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107422526688517361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107422526688517361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-testing-comment-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107406344144951124</id><published>2004-01-13T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:59:11.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoo I just finished working on nadia's blog go check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107406344144951124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107406344144951124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107406344144951124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107406344144951124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/whoo-i-just-finished-working-on-nadias.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107404901238520007</id><published>2004-01-13T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:58:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over and over:Feeling:Cold and a little hungryWatching:That 70s ShowWearing:My baggy jeans, my green long sleeved shirt without shoulders, white sock.I know that I've said it over and over.  But I feel a little lonely.  I don't know if it's just my lack of meds or something else.  I truthfully want someone.  I just don't wan't to feel alone anymore.  I must sound so pathetic right now.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107404901238520007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107404901238520007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107404901238520007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107404901238520007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/over-and-over-feelingcold-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107400362637168814</id><published>2004-01-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T06:23:20.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey I'm back:Feeling: TiredListening to: Billy Idol-Rebel YellWearing:My Pjs hey it's still earlyand go....Well I'm back at school.  I'm already having bed widrawals.  Already the first day and I was plunged into the daily grind.  I started government.  I think I'm going to like that class.  I really like talking about controversial issues.  I may seem shy but that's all a facade. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107400362637168814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107400362637168814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107400362637168814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107400362637168814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/hey-im-back-feeling-tired-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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-6141973.post-107382759337073121</id><published>2004-01-11T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T05:26:53.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got nothing to do:Feeling:BoredI wonder what's wrong with me?  I just got off of the high of my acomplishment and I can't fall asleep.  I've been up since about three.  I really should be sleeping a lot more since I'm going back to school soon.  I don't know.  I guess I just need a purpose in life.  I mean my mom's breathing down my neck telling me to pick something to study.  I don't even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/feeds/107382759337073121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141973&amp;postID=107382759337073121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107382759337073121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141973/posts/default/107382759337073121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tezcatlipoca04.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-got-nothing-to-do-feelingbored-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07636364842307975309</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></feed>
