<?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-5111239</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:18.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Thoughts....</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Thoughts of my daily life, opinions, and what I think about things...all coming from the mouth of a 15 yr old!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110176283454493065</id><published>2004-11-29T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:26:40.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Bandwidth Exceeded for my graphics..anyone know a good place to be hosted at..or host me? Thanks!!

Ever been so stuck inside your thoughts that you wish your brain would just "turn off"? Here I am, scared as hell reading cancer stories of people and I just want to break down and cry...cry forever. Why is God taking people? Especially if they dont want to go? Its like they have no control. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110176283454493065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110176283454493065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110176283454493065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110176283454493065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-bandwidth-exceeded-for-my-graphics.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110170410712561514</id><published>2004-11-28T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:55:07.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok I feel really bad right now..I was just talking to someone on yahoo and told them I needed to restart my computer and I did but stupidly didnt save their yahoo name..If this is the person please leave a comment lol im sorry...This person lives in Oregon I believe and has 2 kids..they told me about their pink hair too...ahh im mad lol!!!

love mollie

And Thanks to all the blog explosion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110170410712561514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110170410712561514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110170410712561514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110170410712561514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-i-feel-really-bad-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110158213494410949</id><published>2004-11-27T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T13:03:20.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It says im Idle but im notTalk to me, I am bored today =)

love mollie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110158213494410949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110158213494410949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110158213494410949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110158213494410949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-says-im-idle-but-im-nottalk-to-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110152343938021770</id><published>2004-11-26T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:45:10.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JIMMY EAT WORLD  "Sundown"



I see it around me, i see it in everything
I could be so much more then this.

I said my goodbyes, this is my sundown
im gonna be so much more then this
with your head held high
you show them your progress
you'll take your time, but no one cares
no one cares
no one cares

I need you to show me away from crazy
I wanna be so much more then this
with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110152343938021770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110152343938021770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110152343938021770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110152343938021770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/jimmy-eat-world-sundown-i-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110137488650869123</id><published>2004-11-25T03:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T03:28:06.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!! I love you!!

love mollie

***Sandee*** &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110137488650869123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110137488650869123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110137488650869123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110137488650869123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-thanksgiving-everyone-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110125456944492161</id><published>2004-11-23T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:05:17.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was my sisters 17th birthday! yay for pictures!! the sucky thing is that my mom works..oh well we had fun..while i piled storage containers so i could set the camera up with the timer lol.. 

RED EYE BLOWS!!! I know how to get rid of it but i uploaded this pics before i re edited them..so eh. &lt;3

If you're from Blog explosion please leave a comment..im comment lonely. :(



*Very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110125456944492161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110125456944492161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110125456944492161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110125456944492161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-was-my-sisters-17th-birthday-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110108487312708050</id><published>2004-11-21T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:59:05.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes pictures tell it all...*Sandee's Candle**I really dont like my lips...lol*


&lt;3 Sandee I love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110108487312708050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110108487312708050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110108487312708050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110108487312708050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/sometimes-pictures-tell-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110102195475485889</id><published>2004-11-21T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T01:25:54.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110102195475485889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110102195475485889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110102195475485889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110102195475485889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110093385057839474</id><published>2004-11-20T01:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T00:57:30.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Joanne calls me this afternoon telling me the news about Sandee. She is in the hospital with a clot in her lung. I am so upset. Sandee I love you SO much! Please pray for her and her family.

So this is it...November 20th, 2004 its almost 2 am now. The time she died. I cant believe it. 1 year has passed already and its still just as painful. John and her family and friends are doing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110093385057839474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110093385057839474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110093385057839474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110093385057839474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-joanne-calls-me-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110032063654592119</id><published>2004-11-12T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:38:29.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> SUCK ON THAT SCOTT PETERSON!!!!BABY KILLER!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110032063654592119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110032063654592119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110032063654592119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110032063654592119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/suck-on-that-scott-petersonbaby-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-110014547305439551</id><published>2004-11-10T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:57:53.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Eveerything is going to FUCKING WRONG!!!!! I dont know who I am or my friends anymore.

I hate everything right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/110014547305439551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=110014547305439551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110014547305439551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/110014547305439551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/god-eveerything-is-going-to-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109986805521338002</id><published>2004-11-07T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:54:15.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I definetly knew I had an angel watching over me tonight and I know who it was..

I usually never wear my seatbelt because its not like the 1st thing that goes through your mind is "i could get into a car accident and my head could hit the airbag compartment then the windshield"

but today was different.

I would have hit the airbag compartment and the windshield if i hadnt worn my seatbelt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109986805521338002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109986805521338002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109986805521338002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109986805521338002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-definetly-knew-i-had-angel-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109962012417964564</id><published>2004-11-04T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T20:02:04.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>augh i dont know what to do with myself right now :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109962012417964564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109962012417964564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109962012417964564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109962012417964564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/11/augh-i-dont-know-what-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109928515064661205</id><published>2004-10-31T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:08:22.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are not good with me right now. Im on haitus. im sorry. call me if you want if you know the number.

im really sorry.

love mollie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109928515064661205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109928515064661205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109928515064661205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109928515064661205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-are-not-good-with-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109866505547842478</id><published>2004-10-24T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:44:15.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey look you guys! the picture of the dayyyyyyysnort i dont know how old i was.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109866505547842478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109866505547842478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109866505547842478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109866505547842478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-look-you-guys-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109859866128715758</id><published>2004-10-24T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T01:17:41.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, I hate people... sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109859866128715758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109859866128715758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109859866128715758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109859866128715758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/god-i-hate-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109857097569377611</id><published>2004-10-23T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:36:15.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohhhh for the love of blog explosion!

and those mystery credits ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109857097569377611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109857097569377611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109857097569377611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109857097569377611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/ohhhh-for-love-of-blog-explosion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109846165442541885</id><published>2004-10-22T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:14:14.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets just say it definetly has not been the best few days. So emotional I can't stand it. Thank god for friends.

Hopefully shopping today will do the trick..and food..mmmmm lol.

and Aunt Flo sucks. I hate Aunt Flo. sdfjdlkdflk!!!!

xoxo mollie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109846165442541885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109846165442541885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109846165442541885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109846165442541885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-just-say-it-definetly-has-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109821822048446167</id><published>2004-10-19T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:43:12.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pass it on!


Visit The Breast Cancer Site at http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/home every day and click on the pink "Fund Free Mammograms" button to help fund free mammograms for homeless, low-income women.  

October marks the Pink Ribbon Challenge at The Breast Cancer Site, where every daily click is doubled thanks to our premiere sponsor, National City. This month, more than ever, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109821822048446167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109821822048446167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109821822048446167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109821822048446167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/pass-it-on-visit-breast-cancer-site-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109807084327345907</id><published>2004-10-17T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:41:52.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday....It was nice. Even though my mom worked that day like last year but oh well.

Im feeling weird right now..I feel change. change in me. I just got finished talking to someone online and I had an empty feeling like things werent the same. I dont know maybe its just me but things seemed more different 2 years ago. its driving me insane maybe i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109807084327345907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109807084327345907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109807084327345907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109807084327345907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/thanks-to-everyone-who-wished-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109772330340863453</id><published>2004-10-13T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:12:07.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EDIT!!!! look what my mom put in the paper for my bday ;)

IM 16 IN 2 HOURS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!I got a new samsung color screen flip phone. I texted a few of you with my new number so check it.  I HAVE UNLIMITED TEXTING THIS TIME!!! so IM me on yahoo!

xoxox mollie

PS: feeling sick on my birthday just as last yr. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109772330340863453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109772330340863453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109772330340863453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109772330340863453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/edit-look-what-my-mom-put-in-paper-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109762891754774056</id><published>2004-10-12T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:55:17.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh blog explosion kicks ass! leave a comment if you found me from there..

people! sign up!!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109762891754774056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109762891754774056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109762891754774056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109762891754774056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/ahhh-blog-explosion-kicks-ass-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109753847317140374</id><published>2004-10-11T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:50:00.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-

Sandee i love you
Andrea I miss you


to everyone who has breast cancer or any type of cancer, keep fighting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109753847317140374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109753847317140374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109753847317140374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109753847317140374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/sandee-i-love-you-andrea-i-miss-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109738585509403801</id><published>2004-10-10T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:24:15.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 days till my 16th birthday. i love counting down because its fun..

to yall who knew me when i was 13...seems like yesterday...wowzers. my moms putting my baby pic in the paper...how sweet ill probably be bald considering i was until i was 3 *or so my sis says*

muahs! i love you guys! leave me love. 

xoxo mollie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109738585509403801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109738585509403801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109738585509403801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109738585509403801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/4-days-till-my-16th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109733418046256235</id><published>2004-10-09T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:21:51.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the bleaching hair has started...



to be continued.

hopefully it will turn out golden blonde when im done.

EDIT... god. turned orange and white...so i told mom and she got mad and we had to go to target and get dark brown dye. :( although a tad a blonde is stil there which is good I guess but now my hair is getting frizzy. sniff.and is all okay in the end</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109733418046256235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109733418046256235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109733418046256235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109733418046256235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-bleaching-hair-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109718631162361058</id><published>2004-10-07T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T20:17:00.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG! Where the Hell is everybody!!!! Janet? Sandee?! I miss you guys!!!!!

Edit: Sandee Im glad I got to talk to you on the phone. And I hope you feel better soon baby. I love you so much.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109718631162361058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109718631162361058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109718631162361058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109718631162361058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/omg-where-hell-is-everybody-janet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109701223653727568</id><published>2004-10-05T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T09:29:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7 days until my 16th birthday!! 10/14Got my school pics..I hate them..a lot lol.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109701223653727568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109701223653727568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109701223653727568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109701223653727568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/7-days-until-my-16th-birthday-1014got.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109668097067438833</id><published>2004-10-01T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:46:27.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one takes me seriously anymore..

im done for awhile. Im getting the erge feeling again..the feeling to want to ***. It wont go away..god please make it go away. I thought it was done. Why am I such a horrible person. why cant I do anything right anymore. 

and why cant the people I love be closer. I feel so..alone.

PS: I dont want this to change how any of you see me as a person. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109668097067438833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109668097067438833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109668097067438833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109668097067438833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-one-takes-me-seriously-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109630896920946027</id><published>2004-09-27T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:16:09.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My math teacher is beautiful.  mr kysar oh how i love you.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109630896920946027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109630896920946027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109630896920946027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109630896920946027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-math-teacher-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109624106789191081</id><published>2004-09-26T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T18:25:37.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANET!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!PS: my image server is down again so my site looks blank and weird.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109624106789191081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109624106789191081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109624106789191081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109624106789191081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-janet-i-love-youps-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109615393197034906</id><published>2004-09-25T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:13:51.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are a few more wedding pics.... I am aware they have the ugly word PROOF across them but there was no other way lol....

My closeup pic...The "Daddy Daughter" HuddleMe and DaddyMe When I was giving my toast..GASP WHATS THAT IN MY HAND...man I just dont know...Me watching something.....Well today I was soooooooooo busy, I have been up since about 7 30 this morning and I just got home around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109615393197034906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109615393197034906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109615393197034906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109615393197034906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-are-few-more-wedding-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109581359183458872</id><published>2004-09-21T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T19:41:45.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was good and bad....had my braces tightened today, like 2 huge power chains and now rubber bands, joy...

Got more pictures developed, and just go home from walmart and I got some stuff for my photojournal..it should be good...

But after school today I found out my sister Amanda is in the hospital again. They found stones in her gullbladder. She has been in the hospital way too much. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109581359183458872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109581359183458872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109581359183458872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109581359183458872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-good-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109564376372685944</id><published>2004-09-19T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:33:37.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here ya goo...more to come

EDITTT: ahhh you guys have to download "Nothin' bout' love makes sense" by Leann Rimes!!!!!!!! its aweeeeeeeeeesome!

Leann Rimes oh how I love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109564376372685944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109564376372685944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109564376372685944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109564376372685944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-ya-goo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109556820445473519</id><published>2004-09-18T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:27:53.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sooo I am at La Quinta right now. Very exciting yes I know, and Im still a bit uh tipsy so Im really hyper. Today was great. VERRY awesome! I didnt know I will be having so much family. Heather and I are getting super close now..we were laughing so hard at every little thing we almost fell over and I kept stealing her "drink" lol. Sometimes I forget shes older then me..*not much by about 2 years*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109556820445473519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109556820445473519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109556820445473519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109556820445473519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/sooo-i-am-at-la-quinta-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109555529112739807</id><published>2004-09-18T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T19:54:51.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mollie here is drunk. Who knew there was such a selection at a dinner party. Yee haw.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109555529112739807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109555529112739807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109555529112739807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109555529112739807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/mollie-here-is-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109554441892710068</id><published>2004-09-18T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:53:38.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Please help me find the way....

Ginny Owens- If you Want Me To</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109554441892710068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109554441892710068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109554441892710068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109554441892710068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/god-please-help-me-find-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109547766209883259</id><published>2004-09-17T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T00:20:05.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was great. Got some pictures developed finally! they turned out pretty good although everyone elses was so much cooler...oh well I go for the natural lol.

Sunday my dad is getting married and I am also in this wedding. There is going to be about 70 people coming and we are having a dinner party with about 25 people....good lord I love friends and family! then me and my sis are going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109547766209883259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109547766209883259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109547766209883259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109547766209883259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109535020377070598</id><published>2004-09-16T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T10:56:43.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever been mad at a friend but still had a lot of love for them?Thats what i am feeling right now. Its hard for me to hate someone.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109535020377070598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109535020377070598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109535020377070598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109535020377070598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/ever-been-mad-at-friend-but-still-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109522576760444258</id><published>2004-09-15T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T00:22:47.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever listened to such a wonderful song and closed your eyes and realized .... That life is really beautiful? 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109522576760444258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109522576760444258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109522576760444258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109522576760444258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-you-ever-listened-to-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109522232445969653</id><published>2004-09-14T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:27:22.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why am I so selfish..or why do I feel that way? I feel like I am always being rude.

GRRRR

Love to J *OU ROCKS!* Sandee I love you *and stuff* Sue and Karen, Joanne, Jenn, Trish, and the cool people at Friends in Touch  You guys are awesome!!!!

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109522232445969653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109522232445969653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109522232445969653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109522232445969653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-am-i-so-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109511051267469238</id><published>2004-09-13T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:31:42.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I developed my first roll of film today in photography...they SUCKED!! my outside ones are like white, and my inside ones are too dark............................ oh well..geez..

HEY JANET GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT AT WALMART??????? OU PAJAMA PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah man go sooners.

I cant think of anything else to say...if you want my new email, IM me on yahoo or something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109511051267469238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109511051267469238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109511051267469238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109511051267469238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-developed-my-first-roll-of-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109486317004394166</id><published>2004-09-10T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:49:11.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>computer hacked. 2 emails taken over. hotmail and gmail

cox cable sucks on doing something


GOD NEVER USE GMAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO ONE EMAIL ME!!!!!!!!!!!! I WONT GET IT.

and love for the families of sept 11.

im so pissed.

Edit emails that were taken over  mollie_duvall@msn.com and summergirl1120@gmail.com please PLEASE DONT EMAIL THOSE! im so upset. god im so mad.

BEWARE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109486317004394166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109486317004394166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109486317004394166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109486317004394166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/computer-hacked.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109478194388716555</id><published>2004-09-09T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:05:43.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Believe You can Fly Sandee!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109478194388716555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109478194388716555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109478194388716555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109478194388716555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-believe-you-can-fly-sandee.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109476475614711283</id><published>2004-09-09T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:19:16.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one understand nor will never understand the sadness I am in right now. I am even having problems handling it. Nothing went right today and I dont expect them to get right anytime soon. I hate this. I hate not knowing "why". why do people have to suffer?????

Even though I know it will be ok, I am still in pain that the person is hurting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109476475614711283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109476475614711283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109476475614711283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109476475614711283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-one-understand-nor-will-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109474380102299873</id><published>2004-09-09T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:30:01.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read post below.   today i fell on the stairs and slid into a door. Thats when i just broke down. This sucks.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109474380102299873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109474380102299873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109474380102299873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109474380102299873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/read-post-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109474360059349009</id><published>2004-09-09T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:26:40.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got called a bitch today by a guy because of something that happened last year. Fucker. Sorry.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109474360059349009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109474360059349009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109474360059349009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109474360059349009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-called-bitch-today-by-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109467810601238421</id><published>2004-09-08T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:23:30.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was horrible. just horrible. In fact I dont think it could get worse then this. 

- found out my worst fear about a friend
- had a "messy" situation
- got gum stuck all over me, which wasnt mine
- ran into a car door
- tripped *well thats sort of nothing new*

Ever known that a friend was having trouble and knowing you couldnt do a damn thing about it made you feel like the worst </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109467810601238421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109467810601238421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109467810601238421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109467810601238421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109462314583851285</id><published>2004-09-08T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:59:05.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life"  by Jodie Cooke

Life is hard,
Life is tough,
You need to be strong,
And never give up

 There may be days,
That never seem to end,
And you feel like you,
Don't have a friend,

But keep on walking 
Down that road,
Your friends will follow
And bear your load,

 But face each day,
And what it brings,
And you'll be ready,
To face any thing.     
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109462314583851285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109462314583851285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109462314583851285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109462314583851285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-by-jodie-cooke-life-is-hard-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109461020096837622</id><published>2004-09-07T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:23:20.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can anyone not get blogger to rebuild?? it WILL NOT DO IT FOR ME! I changed and added so much stuff but it just keeps sayin 0% then "Error"

damn.......................

oh and math sucks. who needs to know about bisectors anyways?

Sandee I love you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109461020096837622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109461020096837622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109461020096837622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109461020096837622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/can-anyone-not-get-blogger-to-rebuild.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109426499058064553</id><published>2004-09-03T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:26:49.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the "Be*at Nor*th" assembly for school! it was soo awesome! I wanna be on Pom so bad. I danced so much since I was little but I would need to lose weight. Anyway, A REALLY hott guy painted my face black for it...it wasnt really paint but more of a waxy kind of paint. It was awesome/interesting/scary i got so many different reactions in was funny but not when it was time to take it off..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109426499058064553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109426499058064553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109426499058064553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109426499058064553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-beat-north-assembly-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109398555159551733</id><published>2004-08-31T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:52:31.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always feel like people are staring at me. What does that mean. Someone tell me.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109398555159551733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109398555159551733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109398555159551733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109398555159551733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-always-feel-like-people-are-staring.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109391850155371824</id><published>2004-08-30T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:15:01.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing. I am seeing if i can post with my cellphone
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109391850155371824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109391850155371824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109391850155371824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109391850155371824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109391570042289623</id><published>2004-08-30T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:26:22.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sooo today! I felt totally disgusting because I didnt have time to shower lastnight so my hair was completely unstyleable...god I cant wait for my hair appointment. and I miss my blonde hair... gr die red die and props to me for dying it this color..although its not that bad but blonde was kick ass. Ahh Im so excited now. lol *reference to hair appointment*

soo i FINALLY get my schedule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109391570042289623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109391570042289623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109391570042289623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109391570042289623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/sooo-today-i-felt-totally-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109383319425554249</id><published>2004-08-29T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:33:14.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> click here..its just crazzayy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109383319425554249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109383319425554249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109383319425554249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109383319425554249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/click-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109376185138023879</id><published>2004-08-29T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T01:44:11.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got 6 gmail invites in my account..if anyone wants an invite just leave a comment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109376185138023879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109376185138023879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109376185138023879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109376185138023879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-just-got-6-gmail-invites-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109339738132919660</id><published>2004-08-24T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:29:41.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was not the very best. not because of how it went, but just because of how i was feeling...i get like that once and awhile..i just feel sad and want to cry but acted happy today because i didnt want anyone to know but really i just wanted to hug someone and cry for awhile. :(

Just got home from school..its 8 25 pm and ive been there since 7 am..im so tired but the volleyball girls did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109339738132919660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109339738132919660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109339738132919660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109339738132919660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-not-very-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109329517952802799</id><published>2004-08-23T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:06:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copying and pasting this from an email i sent to Janet because i am way to lazy to write this again and im tired as fizzle.hey hey today was amazing. i saw so many people i knew i didnt have much of a problem. it was a long day though because i had been up since 2 and i wanted to fall asleep so bad but i was like NO!!!!!!!!!! and tried to find entertaining stuff on the walls...but hey geometry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109329517952802799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109329517952802799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109329517952802799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109329517952802799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/copying-and-pasting-this-from-email-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109325317139374057</id><published>2004-08-23T04:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T04:26:11.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So its the 1st day of school and I am awake at 4 21 am. why? good question. I just cant sleep at all. and it sucks but whatever. Im excited. its cute because all my freshman friends were having me call them because they were scared. &lt;3

And our fosset *sp?* is leaking . its been running for days and it wont turn off and the people who fix it havent come by and now something in the fosset is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109325317139374057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109325317139374057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109325317139374057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109325317139374057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-its-1st-day-of-school-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109321480608189836</id><published>2004-08-22T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T17:46:46.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm Well yep. school starts tomorrow im super excited because i have the same lunch with people and im starting photography!!! woo woo woo!!!!!

but on a bad note.
I sprained my pinky :( i need a hug. it frickin  hurts..wheres a mommy when you need one.

ive been talking to john, Andrea's husband. hes amazing. and he types a lot like andrea did...she always said "boo" when something was wrong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109321480608189836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109321480608189836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109321480608189836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109321480608189836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/hm-well-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109315635826726896</id><published>2004-08-22T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T01:32:52.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Calm the fuck down. You are way too worriedabout crap. This is just a quiz you know. Bythe way what is that smell??
 What Happy Bunny Are You? brought to you by Quizilla

Happy bunny, I love you. marry me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109315635826726896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109315635826726896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109315635826726896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109315635826726896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109297515774973228</id><published>2004-08-19T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T02:13:55.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Counter: Today 19  /  19 Aug, Thu, 2004  

and outta all those, I only get one comment. haha. Im not picky but comeon...I wanna know where you all are from, and how you found my site. 

So I guess this post will be pretty much dedicated to that.

But first I will tell you about my day.
*waits for mom to stop yelling*

okay well I woke up at one...Stayed up late watching ROSEANNE!! it was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109297515774973228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109297515774973228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109297515774973228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109297515774973228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/counter-today-19-19-aug-thu-2004-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109287649013893548</id><published>2004-08-18T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T19:48:10.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well im sitting here, talking to someone from school and helping her find some tickets to some concert and I cant find them. But for some reason I am feeling used. A lot of people like to IM me for help and ONLY help and pretend they are all like your best friend until they dont need anything else. Its tiring and annoying. Im not saying shes like that because shes not but I can think of some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109287649013893548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109287649013893548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109287649013893548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109287649013893548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-im-sitting-here-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109279615057199906</id><published>2004-08-17T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:52:27.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was fun! I woke up around 11 talked to Janet online this morning for a bit * I love you! * and then got ready for volleyball...

I decided that since I was not going to play volleyball anymore I could atleast help the team *freshman team that is* and so I decided to be manager. Managers go to all the practices, games and tournaments. I will be helping with score keeping, filling up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109279615057199906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109279615057199906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109279615057199906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109279615057199906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-fun-i-woke-up-around-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109268989491647140</id><published>2004-08-16T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:58:14.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tears in Heaven" by eric clapton is on the radio..

..and my heart sinks...

Andrea I love you. Come back :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109268989491647140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109268989491647140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109268989491647140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109268989491647140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/tears-in-heaven-by-eric-clapton-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109260737000555570</id><published>2004-08-15T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T17:02:50.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2nd time writing this! oh yay!!!!
3RD TIME TRYING TO POST IT!!!!!! heh

Who knew blogger could be so shitty? having to log in 7 times before actually getting logged in is ridiculous.

you wanna know what ELSE is ridiculous?
telling someone as a joke that their friend had died. fucking idiot
and GUESS whos behind THAT ONE!? *you actually might not know but whatever*

And this layout is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109260737000555570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109260737000555570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109260737000555570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109260737000555570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/2nd-time-writing-this-oh-yay-3rd-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109235470828856759</id><published>2004-08-12T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T18:58:54.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I feel a bit insulted. I just read on my friends journal that kids shouldnt have a voice. Well heres a little bit of information I would like to express *if you dont mind*, not all kids are trashy and dont get knocked up at the age of 15. Not all do drugs and other shit like that. Oh my god.

and abortion. Teens shouldnt use it as birth control. Those are the kinds of kids that need to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109235470828856759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109235470828856759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109235470828856759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109235470828856759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-i-feel-bit-insulted.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109226127326647543</id><published>2004-08-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:54:33.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont know if this will make sense or not or if anyone will know where I am coming from but Im gonna give this a shot...

I hate it when people get sucked into the moment and tell someone how amazing and wonderful they are and that they would do anything for them and that they will always love them and that they will be friends forever. That is COMPLETE bullshit! You wanna know why? I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109226127326647543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109226127326647543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109226127326647543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109226127326647543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-dont-know-if-this-will-make-sense-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109212190935324098</id><published>2004-08-10T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T02:11:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Yeah my sister and her husband jason just get married and on their hunny moon when someone decides to rob their car and take everything. Their wine and wine glasses, their clothes, their bathroom stuff, the wedding band thing, and their wedding money when clearly it said "Just married" about 4 times on their car, but no. ignorant bastards like that just dont care.

On their way there, their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109212190935324098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109212190935324098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109212190935324098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109212190935324098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-yeah-my-sister-and-her-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109208044458516796</id><published>2004-08-09T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:40:44.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing is dandier then getting robbed on your honey moon.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109208044458516796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109208044458516796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109208044458516796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109208044458516796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-is-dandier-then-getting-robbed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109192352487928934</id><published>2004-08-07T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T19:06:56.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today was the last day to see everyone. I really have to say that it was truly a miracle I got to see them. They are a few of the most important people of my life. They just dropped me off and I still have the feeling to cry and just curl up in a blanket. I already miss them so much but this has definetly made the end of my summer its absolute best. I wouldnt trade it for anything.Friday was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109192352487928934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109192352487928934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109192352487928934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109192352487928934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-today-was-last-day-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109177299890510136</id><published>2004-08-06T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T01:16:38.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was amazing in so many ways, and yet also emotional too. We had a family dinner with Mom, Dad, Aunt Susanna, Grandma and Grandpa, Jason, sis amanda, and cousin Jenna. We went out to eat at Pearls Lakeside on Lake Hefner. I havent been really eating much lately so I got a salad and TRIED A CLAM sick!! the slimy stuff looks so interesting. I kept asking dad what the slimy stuff would be if it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109177299890510136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109177299890510136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109177299890510136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109177299890510136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-amazing-in-so-many-ways-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109151603277472058</id><published>2004-08-03T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:53:52.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just reading all my old entries from 2003 on here and Ive realized I have changed in many ways since Andrea died. She made me so happy and I guess now, a part of the happiness I had when she was alive is gone. I used to be so funny and now im..not. I wish this didnt happen but I cant help it and I wish my funniness would come back. But then again some of it could just be me changing because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109151603277472058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109151603277472058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109151603277472058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109151603277472058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-was-just-reading-all-my-old-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-109147226238757412</id><published>2004-08-02T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:44:22.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm this blog is frickin old..i last wrote in this when i was in 8th grade and now im in 10th..snort.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/109147226238757412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=109147226238757412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109147226238757412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/109147226238757412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2004/08/hm-this-blog-is-frickin-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90748733</id><published>2003-03-14T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T23:01:47.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm...I wanna change this stupid layout but will it work?! NO!!!! Its making me so mad!  just got back from volleyball..i have another game tomorrow..and its spring break so im happy!  well im gonan type more later..i need to do something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90748733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90748733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90748733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90748733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90668462</id><published>2003-03-13T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T15:23:27.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS LIFE SUCKS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90668462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90668462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90668462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90668462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/life-sucks-life-sucks-life-sucks-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90627995</id><published>2003-03-12T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T21:41:45.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to really talk about today, but we did freshman enrollment at school today and my mom wants me to take spanish and so im gonna take Spanish AND French! Im gonna need help all you french speaking people out there *AndreaSandeeCOUUGHH* LOL And i might wanna do photography or jounaling...i dont know! Its storming here right now and the power just went out and it better not go out while im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90627995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90627995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90627995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90627995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/nothing-to-really-talk-about-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90563998</id><published>2003-03-11T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T21:49:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Best Friend, Breda is moving back to Singapore in 2 months, im so upset im crying! She just moved here this year and she is such an awesome girl and we have so many memorys together!Here is the song to Friends are friends forever by Michael W. Smith, this is me and breda's song! Click Here To Listen
~ As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90563998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90563998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90563998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90563998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/my-best-friend-breda-is-moving-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90505114</id><published>2003-03-10T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T23:45:43.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nobody signs my guestbook! Yall suck!! LOL just kidding.  ANDREA HAS ONE MORE DAY OF RADIATION! YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!! go give her love! She deserves it!!!!!!!!

I want a puppy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90505114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90505114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90505114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90505114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/nobody-signs-my-guestbook-yall-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90482001</id><published>2003-03-10T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:03:02.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERYTHING IS JUST SOOOOOOOO...SUCKY!!!!!!! My friend, Breda *Bree-duh* hurt her ankle really bad today at track and she has hip problems and her body is outta alignment and i feel so bad for her because i looked away for one second and she was on the ground crying...i almost started crying, just looking at her teary eyes, i feel horrible.they had to carry her out. and my ankles hurt so bad i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90482001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90482001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/everything-is-just-soooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90387661</id><published>2003-03-08T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:36:06.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just found out that one of my friends is cutting herself again, andrea, maybe u know....Im worried about her! she needs to stop because if she keeps doing it, something bad is going to happen...:(

on a different note, we won all 3 vball games but the rest of the day sucked...i slept, then i went out to eat, and yeah....it was pretty boring. im so sad now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90387661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90387661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90387661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90387661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-just-found-out-that-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90323057</id><published>2003-03-07T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T15:44:15.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spend all your time waiting 
for that second chance, 
for a break that would make it okay. 

There's always some reason 
to feel not good enough, 
and it's hard, at the end of the day. 

I need some distraction, 
Oh, beautiful release. 
Memories seep from my veins. 

Let me be empty, 
Oh, and weightless, 
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

Sarah McLachlan

 Thats how I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90323057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90323057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90323057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90323057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/spend-all-your-time-waiting-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90277219</id><published>2003-03-06T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T21:04:41.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel sooo dumb! LOL My volleyball coach called and he was like "This is coach Jim" and i was like..uhh okay and he told me when practice was *8 30 pm* and i was like "Some other coach called and said i was on their team, Coach zepp i think" and he was like "This is coach zepp" "Jim is my 1st name" "i was like ohhhh" "im not used to that" and he starts laughin, and i start laughin but by then i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90277219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90277219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90277219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90277219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-feel-sooo-dumb-lol-my-volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90265304</id><published>2003-03-06T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:11:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our bus broke down, and we had to run 2 miles to memorial high school *where we practice* and then we run more! Fun! NOT. 

Im beginning to think that i truly am fat, this black guy says "eww put some pants on" I HAD SHORTS ON, but, doesnt muscle weigh more than fat? wtf. *sigh*

Life sucks right now. I dont really know what to do. it seems like im complaining but what else am i sposed to do?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90265304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90265304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90265304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90265304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/our-bus-broke-down-and-we-had-to-run-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90234536</id><published>2003-03-06T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T06:44:30.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My throat hurts soo  bad!!! i can barely swallow...i keep getting sick! UGH!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90234536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90234536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90234536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90234536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/my-throat-hurts-soo-bad-i-can-barely.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90217382</id><published>2003-03-05T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T22:16:44.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE ONLINE PEOPLE!!!!!!! This is what makes me sooo angry "Mollie say your prayers and go to bed sweety" "Mollie go away or I'll ban your IP" SCREW YOU!!!! KISS MY FAT ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah I curse...im sorry. i try not to but its shit like this that keeps me from it, yeah i have problems. If you have been to my site for awhile, you woulda known that already. IS IT MY FAULT IM 14?! NO GODAMMIT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90217382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90217382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90217382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90217382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-hate-online-people-this-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90207379</id><published>2003-03-05T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T19:04:55.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAH RAH REE, KICK HIM IN THE KNEE, RAH RAH RASS, KICK HIM IN THE.....OTHER KNEE!!!! :D:D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90207379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90207379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90207379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90207379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/rah-rah-ree-kick-him-in-knee-rah-rah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90194415</id><published>2003-03-05T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T15:07:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you read the entry at the bottom from yesterday, im soo sorry! I was so mad but I used bad judgment and i shouldnt of said that...the 2 words F****** B**** make me look horrible when they are used together. I feel really bad now, im a horrible girl. Today was NOT so swell, i got a teacher yelling at me *a guy* for something I didnt even do and he didnt even give me time to explain, he just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90194415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90194415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90194415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90194415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/if-you-read-entry-at-bottom-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90150430</id><published>2003-03-04T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T14:59:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This entry has been taken off for reasons.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90150430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90150430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90150430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90150430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/this-entry-has-been-taken-off-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90146788</id><published>2003-03-04T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T19:36:38.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANDREA AND JOHN KICK MAJOR ASS!!!!!!!!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90146788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90146788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90146788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90146788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/andrea-and-john-kick-major-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90145822</id><published>2003-03-04T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T19:18:56.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well its 7 pm and I just got back! Our choir did Great!!! We got two 1's, which is the best rating, 1 for the stage performace, and another 1 for our sightreading, and if you dont know what that is, its where you get a random peace of music and u have to say each note like "do re mi" and stuff and its in different key sometimes! But my day was agony! I didnt know we werent supposed to wear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90145822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90145822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90145822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90145822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/well-its-7-pm-and-i-just-got-back-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90093446</id><published>2003-03-03T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T22:51:56.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"All The Things She Said"
By Tatu

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head 
This is not enough

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?

I keep asking myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90093446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90093446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90093446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90093446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/all-things-she-said-by-tatu-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90082493</id><published>2003-03-03T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T19:29:22.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Track sucked today!!! But I do like long jump! We ran 200 meter or something like that and I beat my group twice but died after thought...i get the worst side aches ever...BUT luckily i have a vocal contest tomorrow from 11 to 5:15 so I wont have to go! YES!!!! Im watching my big fat greek wedding right now, well i was but i left it and my sister is watching it instead heheh! We took CRTS, and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90082493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90082493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90082493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90082493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/track-sucked-today-but-i-do-like-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90023281</id><published>2003-03-02T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:30:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OHHHH goody things got so much better!!! NOT!!!!

I come home and call my dad back because my mom said he had called and then he was like "well i just want to let you know that you can keep the valentine because the fact that it took over 2 weeks to get it to me means u must not give a damn about me" well damn that u bitch!!!!! THE FACT THAT WE FUCKING GOT YOU SOMETHING WAS GOOD ENOUGH, U DONT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90023281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90023281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90023281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90023281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/ohhhh-goody-things-got-so-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90010186</id><published>2003-03-02T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T14:08:00.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it just me or do I cry to easily or what???

Um yeah okay, my dad calls asking me what his valentine looked like and i described it to him and he told me my oldest sister, amanda, ate it, which I am so not surprised for...then my dad decides to hang up on me with his last words of "Thanks a lot for nothing" i started bawling right that second considering i dont know what i did or said that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90010186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90010186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90010186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90010186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/is-it-just-me-or-do-i-cry-to-easily-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-90007781</id><published>2003-03-02T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T13:08:17.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My comments dont like me right now...its not showing up..hmmm.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/90007781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=90007781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90007781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/90007781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/my-comments-dont-like-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-89981939</id><published>2003-03-01T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T22:00:06.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Hey!!!!! You guys have to visit Andrea and John! Their blog is the best!!!! Go and give them some love!!!! Well not much went on today, went out to eat with mommy and sisters then i started coffing and sneezing again like a mofo and i got hott again right after. fun stuff! Im still really upset about the Dixie Chicks tickets but then I realized that there are a lot more important things in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/89981939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=89981939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89981939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89981939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/hey-hey-you-guys-have-to-visit-andrea.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-89962456</id><published>2003-03-01T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T12:47:29.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMN IT NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! THE DIXIE CHICKS TICKETS ARE SOLD OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO $%#$%#$%w$#$!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/89962456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=89962456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89962456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89962456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/03/damn-it-nooooooo-dixie-chicks-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-89931538</id><published>2003-02-28T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T19:15:36.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay! So i surived, but im still in hell! Mommy says i feel warm and i have been sleeping all day and i cannot stop sneezing! Eh :( I emailed most of you all about this page but sorry if that i annoyed you because you dont care! I started on neopets again, thanks to andrea, i am now addicted!!!! lol! i have over 2000 neopoints, omg why am i talking about that!!!!! yeah yeah yeah i am feeling hot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/89931538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=89931538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89931538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89931538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/02/okay-so-i-surived-but-im-still-in-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-89888827</id><published>2003-02-28T01:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T12:39:20.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, its 1 in the morning and I am sitting here trying to figure out if i am going to see daylight! Im sick like a mofo!  I cough, Sneeze,Have problems breathing, and get really hot then really cold! FUN! damn, i just now pulled a muscle in my hand from typing! grr....Ill post as much as a can. I have a site AGAIN because I need a place to post my thoughts and feelings and keeping them inside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/89888827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=89888827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89888827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89888827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/02/man-its-1-in-morning-and-i-am-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111239.post-89875109</id><published>2003-02-27T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T20:20:21.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audblog audio post</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/feeds/89875109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5111239&amp;postID=89875109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89875109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5111239/posts/default/89875109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollieduvall.blogspot.com/2003/02/audblog-audio-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mollie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://i16.tinypic.com/4dhehd3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
