<?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-5135743</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:53:17.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Names Have Been Changed</title><subtitle type='html'>I made this blog so that i can write about things I don't want the people who know me to see.  Is that wrong?  I don't think so, because it feels so right.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135743.post-90445740</id><published>2003-03-10T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T02:31:26.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>humm, my last post didn't show up and it has been 24hrs.  I hope i didn't do something wrong.  Anyway, today was so much fun.  I went to lunch, and my momma had gotten me a pearl bracelet and necklace set.  it was gorgegous.  I am a pearl freak!!  i would take pearls over diamonds any day.  in fact, if i get engaged one day, i want my ring to have a white peral on it and maybe be surrounded my diamonds or something.  i am going to go to bed cause i am hella sleepy. later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90445740?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90445740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90445740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90445740' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90391725</id><published>2003-03-09T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T01:29:36.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so horney right now, i need penis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90391725?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90391725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90391725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90391725' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90391063</id><published>2003-03-09T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T01:08:50.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going out for lunch tomrrow with my mom, gramps, and Man for my gramps and my birthday.  This is so cool.  he is like 78 yrs old.  wow, i hope i live to be at least that old.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90391063?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90391063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90391063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90391063' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90382347</id><published>2003-03-08T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T21:17:02.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, i was so stupid last night.  My mom is infamous for buying wine in a box.  She bought this white wine sangria and she told me it was nasty stuff.  I didn't listen, and proceeded to drink about 6 glasses of it.  2 hrs later, i was bent over my trash can in my room heaving up the entire contents of my stomach.  Oh god it was awful.  I am not a drinker anyway, so it was really very stupid of me to do that.  my boyfriend doesn't drink, and he thinks that if i drink i will lose control, don't tell him he is right.  Anyway, i have had a very boring day today.  i got up at 7, felt sick still, and went back to sleep till 4.  I wanted to hear from, ummm, let's call him "Rhymes with Man."  anway Man is my boyfriend, and i hadn't heard from him since he dropped me off last night.  I thought he wold be happy to hear from me.  Ooops, my mistake.  So i see him online and i IM him.  i asked him how his day went, and he said great until now.  I was like what is wrong, and he said Oh god i am so devastated.   i thought his grandma had died or something bad had happened to his mom or something.  i was so worried, but it turns out that he was upset the his dad traded his BMW M3 for an M5 and he used to drive his dad's M3 because it was an automatic and the M5 is a stick shift and he can't drive stick.  I called him and told him i was so mad at him for making me think he had a real problem, and he got mad at me and said i was overracting.  sometimes i think he is just a spoiled rich brat.  most of the people in this world can't even afford a car, let alone a BMW.  Ass!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90382347?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90382347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90382347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90382347' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90318159</id><published>2003-03-07T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T14:04:18.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, he finally called.  He said we would leave by 2:30, which means 5:30.  I am one of those karazy chronically early people, and dating a chronically late person is really starting to grate on my nerves. Is that wrong?  I was having such a good day, i would hate to ruin it by bitching at him.  I didn't so its still ok.  It just makes me angry that he said "we will leave as soon as you are ready" and when i call him to tell him i am ready, he doesn't even have his cell phone with him, and he says we will leave at 2:30 when i have been ready since 12:30.  But, i guess there are more important things to worry about in life.  You know you got to keep things in perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90318159?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90318159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90318159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90318159' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90315967</id><published>2003-03-07T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T13:18:24.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this is stupid.   where the hell is he???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90315967?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90315967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90315967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90315967' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90315653</id><published>2003-03-07T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T13:11:43.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still waiting.........answer your GD cell phone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90315653?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90315653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90315653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90315653' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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-5135743.post-90314753</id><published>2003-03-07T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T12:52:16.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God!!  Today is such a frekin great day.  I just got back my World Civ Exam and I made a 98!!   That is so frekin awsome!!  I thought for sure i had failed because it was the first time i have ever taken an all essay exam in college before.  I just about danced outta the auditorium when i got my Blue Book back.  I am just stitting here now waiting for my boyfriend to show up and drive me home for Spring Break.   A week of rest is sorely needed.  I have to get a ride home from my boyfriend because my shit-head of a brother recked his car and took mine about 5 months ago.  My mom let my brother have my car because he needs it to drive himself to and from highschool.  I don't know why he just can't get a ride or use the bus.  I personally think someone who lives 3hrs away off at school needs a car more than someone who lives at home.  Maybe i am karazy, but thats just me.  Anyway, I hate using my boyfriend for rides and stuff.  I want my own car so i can be more independent, and carry on illicite affairs behind his back more easily.  JUST KIDDING!!  I only dream about other guys.  I never ever have acted on it.  we have been going out off and on for almost a year now. Thats the longest i have ever been with someone, plus i lost my virginity to him at 19 (ok ok stop the sniggering).  Anyway, i am so excited to go home.  Hopefully my mom and I will get along and not go at eachother's throats like usual.  I guess that is it for now.  LATER!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135743-90314753?l=mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90314753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135743/posts/default/90314753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisnotreallyalison.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90314753' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243512816177565811</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>
