<?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-5569337</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:07.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around</title><subtitle type='html'>The basics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-around.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-around.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03646463439672878702</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569337.post-106175688217055958</id><published>2003-08-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T13:28:02.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the other day at Ashley's house and had a boat ful of fun. We went to Rhinelander and went shopping and so on. I'd have to say that I did have a lot of fun. I had to work though so I didn't get there til later. I stopped by McDonald's and picked up some food for us. Sarah had picked up some chunking/highlighting stuff and Ashley did her hair. I had purchased some highlighting and Ashley did mine next, then she died hers. A word to the unwise: IF YOU HIGHLIGHT YOUR HAIR, GET IT DONE PROFESSIONALLY. Both Sarah's and my hair didn't really turn out so well. Ashley's turned out the right way, but she doesn't really like the color. I am thinking of going out and getting some hair dye so that I don't have to put up with my bad highlights. I don't really have to money to spend on it right now though, but I am definitely going to get it done before school starts even if I have to stay really late the night before school. Anyway, we slept outside in a tent and that's a whole nother experience that is funny cause Ashley and Sarah had set up 2 air matresses before I got there, both of which had a hole in them so they ended up deflating. He he. They also had like 10 blankets outside already plus I brought my sleeping bag and my own pillow. Sarah and Ashley shared a matress and I had my own. Well, in the morning we were just laying there talking and Sarah had this obsession with snipping at the spiders on the outside of the tent. A little while later there were these two spiders.........like....making out. He he. Sarah went out and grabbed another spider and tried to "have him walk in on them". It was some crazy spider porn or something. We decided to get up and go into town to get Ashley's schedule for next week. Oh yeah, did I mention that they are trying to get me into makeup. They are going to hound me everyday and make sure that I remember to put it on. (I'm not the kinda girl that wears it.) Well, Ashley did my makeup in the morning and they did theirs just so that we can go into town. I think they are crazy. Then we came back and watched They. Ashley and Sarah had never seen it before so they thought it would be scarey. I had seen it and knew that it wasn't. I fell asleep during it and so did Ashley. Then her sister, Allison, came in and woke us up. DAMMIT!! It was all dark downstairs and we were all comfy and I was tired. I wanted to sleep. Anyway, I came home and my brother bitched at me. Now Sarah's mom hates me even worse cause he called her house looking for me the other day and he knew damn well that I was at Ashley's and not Sarah's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569337-106175688217055958?l=turn-around.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/106175688217055958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/106175688217055958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-around.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106175688217055958' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03646463439672878702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569337.post-105855112165271152</id><published>2003-07-18T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:58:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I went to the fair with Lexi yesterday and we had a lot of fun. We went on the tilt-a-whirl like 3 times in a row.......tee hee. There were lots of hot guys there ;-) but there were also lots of druggies. Yuck! I heard one dude say, "Don't take my cigarettes or I'll kill ya." I started laughing my ass off and Lexi thought I was crazy because she was intirely apauled by it. (bad at spelling) Anyway, I won a goldfish. :-) I get my contacts tomorrow and I am totally pissed because my mom won't let me drive there. She wasn't even going to go with me and now that she wants to go with me she won't let me drive. I've waited this long for contacts and I can wait longer. If she doesn't let me drive I'm totally not going. I'm sick and tired of her excuses. I plan on cleaning my room out this week because I want to redo my room and such so it's going to be a total overhaul. Gotta jet, laters. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569337-105855112165271152?l=turn-around.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/105855112165271152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/105855112165271152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-around.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105855112165271152' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03646463439672878702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569337.post-105829863432048362</id><published>2003-07-15T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T12:50:34.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much new has happened. I was in the van on the way to Rhinelander and my mom asked me if I was gonna get colored contacts or regular ones. I was totally shocked. She wasn't even drunk!!! Whoa! Anyway, I told her that I wanted to get colored, but I wasn't quite sure. Then later on we were talkin with the woman and scheduling my appointment to come in and learn how to do contacts and we talked about prices. Then later on my mom and I were in the van on the way back and she told me that the when we go back for more contacts later on, after I get used to contacts, she would buy me colored. Grrrrrrrr. Why can't she just make up her mind? Well, on a different note, I'm not doing so well for hours this week at the Bridge. She scheduled me for Friday night, Saturday morn., and Sunday morn. Well, I have 3 issues with this: 1. My appointment for my learning thingy is on Saturday morning  2. I work on Sunday during the day at Leigh's Card and Gift  3. (this one's not that big) She put me on dishes. I was hoping for waitress so that I can get some tips damnit. I have to go in and talk to my boss and I haven't yet. I think that my mom will probably get pissed at me for not going yet. I slept over at Lexi's house last night and we went to sleep at about 3:30. Well, she had to get up at 7:30 for her driver's ed class. I was totally tired. I got home at like 8 this morn. and I haven't done anything all day. I came home and figured that I would just curl up on the couch and take a nap, but I grabbed my blanket and a pillow, turned on the t.v., and just kinda lied there. Oh well, that's life. That's where I am at this point. I've really gotten into a dude's journal that I met on the net and I kinda have a weekly thing going on. Every week I grab a cup-a-soup and I read his journals for that week. It's kinda cool. Yesterday or today he had something about living in the today and not in the past, I wish it were as easy as he put it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569337-105829863432048362?l=turn-around.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/105829863432048362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/105829863432048362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-around.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105829863432048362' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03646463439672878702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569337.post-105794992434764723</id><published>2003-07-11T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T12:35:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to start a new blog. I'm trying to change things about myself and I decided that I should ditch all my old feelings and other assorted things. It's time for this girl to grow up. Thanx James for never talkin to me again, but it would've helped if you would've said goodbye. Hello to those out there that &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; still talkin to me. I will have more things to talk about later, but for now I just wanted to get this thing going. If you have never read my other blog or met me, here are a few things about me. My name is Lisa and I'm 16 years old. I live in Tomahawk, WI and it's not a very big town. I have a bunch of friends, but most don't know about my blog so I won't even start to mention names (you know who you are). I don't have very many interests, but I am usually up for anything when it comes to hanging out. I've even skateboarded a couple times. It's fun, but very hard. Anyway, now that I have a job I'm not on the computer that much, but that used to be pretty much the only thing that I would do. I now work at the Bridge Inn as a waitress or kitchen help. I'm not a very good waitress and it's kinda hard right now cause I don't know the menu yet, but I hope it gets easier. I also run my aunt's card shop for 4 hours during the day on Sundays. Last summer I worked at a daycare during the mornings when I was needed. I wear glasses, but my eyesight isn't really that bad. I just can't read the road signs and things like that until they are kinda close. My mom is getting me contacts within the next few days. I think that my glasses say something about my personality, but I really can't stand them. I have shit brown eyes and I say that cause I really want to change the color, but I am lucky that my mom is getting me contacts. Just wait 2 more years and they'll be green. My mom is another story altogether. Let's just say that she still won't let me drive to Rhinelander yet. She thinks that I went there without telling her a month after I got my license, but the truth is that I went somewhere else and I can't really tell anybody. The problem is that I hit a stupid turkey and so I had to tell her something. I only broke the cover over my turn signal so it wasn't that bad. I have brown hair and I experimented one time and dyed it red. I'm thinking of doing some light brown highlights or something, but I don't really know yet. I hate my hair because It's like a fuzzball. I can't really brush is unless I wash it first and there isn't a whole lot of things that I can do with it. I can't even let is lay flat because it puffs out as soon as it dries. My dad died in April of 2002. He's still in my mind all the time and I think he will be until I get out of this house. There are constant reminders here of him. My mom has already met some dude that I absolutely dispise and she'd rather hand with him than my brother and I. I practically live alone and it's hard. My father was retired for the last 7 years of his life and so he was always around the house. He had 3 sons before me so I was the youngest and a daddy's girl. I have to say though that I was hardened by it and I was the strongest of my family. The few days and weeks following his death I just wanted to get out of the house and stay there because he practically died here. He died before the ambulance got here and I couldn't stand to be here. My mom wouldn't let me leave though. I spent one night at Lexi's and I am very greatful to her family because her mom let Lexi have to next day off of school so that she could be with me. ...................................later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569337-105794992434764723?l=turn-around.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/105794992434764723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569337/posts/default/105794992434764723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-around.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105794992434764723' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03646463439672878702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
