<?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-6369777</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:50:38.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM STILL AWESOME!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Yeah, this is cool and u are too if u read it, aight...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-111551597277408897</id><published>2005-05-07T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:50:11.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a few months, but I had nothing to write about. This weekend has been fun, but not great. Thing have changed, people have changed and my priorities have changed. I went to the beach today and I felt like I was making everything awkward, so I left. The fact that there were 7 girls tanning there helped cause it was sooooo boring!. Anyways, today I made a decision that I've put some thought into, and that will most definately turn my life around. I wish it didn't have to happen, but i dont want to put up with a relationship that I dont want happening anymore. Ive thought about what's to happen, so I'm ok I guess....what I didn't expect was to break down when I saw Lisa staring at me from the window crying her eyes out.......I wish there was a way to do this without hurting your feelings, Im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-111551597277408897?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/111551597277408897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/111551597277408897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111551597277408897' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-109778671645622571</id><published>2004-10-14T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:45:16.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I got these really cool pens. Styler, Pen, Laser Pointer, and a bright light. I got 2 and I gave one to Lisa. I spent like 30 minutes trying to figure out how to put a ribbon on it to make it nice, then i asked my mom and she did it in like 2 minutes. I guess she liked it cause she said this thing is sooo cool....at lunch.  I really dont feel like going to soccer practice. But, I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-109778671645622571?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/109778671645622571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/109778671645622571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109778671645622571' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-109778624536029482</id><published>2004-10-14T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:37:25.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't spoken since Monday. Apperantly other people care more that us because some ppl have come up to me with weird questions...oh well, if she doesn't give a shit then I wont either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-109778624536029482?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/109778624536029482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/109778624536029482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109778624536029482' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-109742660155679336</id><published>2004-10-10T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:53:17.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I might start posting again on my free time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't spend as much time in front of the computer anymore. Well, things are good with Lisa, not so good with soccer. We are 1-3 for the beginning of our season, we still have 6 games left tho. Our fitness isn't the problem anymroe because we have had to run like bitches at practice. The problem now is our dumb brain, we play defense like pussys, yes...&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/yourexcellency/"&gt;Susie's &lt;/a&gt;WORLD DOMINATION plans and to be frank i think susie has too much time to think about this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we played laptag again, it was fun even though I didn't play cause i fucked up my back at soccer.&lt;br /&gt;I did the thing in Deven's livejournal where it says ur penis's name. Mine was 100% Beef Thermometer, but for some reason it didnt let me post it here.&lt;br /&gt;Calculus sucks ass, i have to study! fuuuuuccckk and physics too...i guess it wont be bad if i study with "the group"  - I'll look for funny videos to post. i kno everyone enjoyed them last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-109742660155679336?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/109742660155679336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/109742660155679336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109742660155679336' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108492824869143448</id><published>2004-05-18T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:57:28.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to work the Shizzilator but i couldn't get it to work, and with my patience, i must have been trying for a whole 5 minutes. AND i dressed up like a hippie today in class. I had bellbottoms, a greatful dead shirt with a leather vest on, a ribbon on my head as a headband, a bracelet, my sunglasses and a UKALELE! i looked pretty awesome. After school I came home and slept a lot, but now I'm doing world History and Max Stein is gay....but what's new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108492824869143448?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108492824869143448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108492824869143448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492824869143448' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108441437183028689</id><published>2004-05-12T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:12:51.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAN! I haven't posted anything in a whiiiiillee. I just haven't felt like writing, and for some reason, i do today. So since I last posted-some time in april- a lot has been going on. Let's see...Prom was really fun, we went to eat dinner at La Playa, it was really good and fancy. Then we went to Mike's house and went to Prom in a stretched Lincoln Navigator. It was huge, 20 of us fit in there. After Prom we went to The Clock and got harassed by a bunch of 50 yr old, drugged up, sex addicted people. Then after that we went to Andrew's house...downed a few shots of Captain- not sure how mnay- then had a couple smirnoffs and then took a bunch of sips from the raspberry twist thing, vodka. When I got a little drunk we had to go. When we got to Lisa's house i layed down on the couch and then somehow ended up on the floor and later on wandered into her parents room. They were laughing so I wanted to be there. The next morning we went to the beach and it was coooooooolll!. We worked out yesterday and Lisa is really really really really really sore and it's funny cause she keeps hitting herself. but she gets mad. AAAAnyways...I have to go take the SAT's in North Ft. Myers. But who cares, maybe ill just walk into Community...i heard that they bring extra tests, ill just call in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108441437183028689?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108441437183028689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108441437183028689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108441437183028689' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108214669421184759</id><published>2004-04-16T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T16:22:13.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am leaving tonight. We have the Preliminary Round of State Cup this weekend in North Tampa. It should be fun. We luckily got the hardest bracket and we have to play IMG Soccer Academy Team "A" and IMG Soccer Academy Team "B"( which should be called A minus). IMG soccer academy is a soccer academy for those of you who don't understand what stating the obvious means. Well these guys practice twice a day, 6 times a week. Pretty much one of the best teams in FL....and they have 2. Then the third team in our bracket is Temple Terrance....premier team too, so yeah. Lisa and Bridget are driving up there on saturday, going shopping and then enjoy the exitement of our soccer games (especially when it's the preliminary round). If we get 2nd or 3rd place we have to go to a knock out round next weekend and decide who goes to the TAN TAN TAN! Challange Round!!...Soccer tournaments are always fun. You know, running around in the hotel, Bobby shittin in a shower cap, Alex picking it up without knowing what it was, then Bobby throwing it down the emergency exit stairs. good times! or Michael (dan's step dad) having long conversations with the receptionist late at night...oh and the receptionist was a guy, Tony was his name-o. Now I am waiting for my mom, and we have to go get a tux for prom. be back sunday ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108214669421184759?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108214669421184759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108214669421184759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108214669421184759' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108165838538462495</id><published>2004-04-11T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:36:01.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa and I went to Sea World on thursday. It took us 4 1/2 hours to get there, traffic was horrible. But, it was worth it. We stayed at the park for 6 hrs and had a lot of fun, even though i wasnt allowed to ride the roller coaster =( because of my cast (which lisa helped me cut off last night). I wanted to see Shamu and I got to see him/her/it. We also saw the otter and sea lion show, twice. The second time Lisa got pulled up to the front and this mime, made her pose for a picture with some random guy and a little Indian girl- it was pretty funny-. When we came back, Lisa's new carpet was in. She was exited, in her own tired, very energyless kinda way. Then Friday I went over to her house and we went to ritz to drop off the sea world pics and then we came back to my house cause there was food here. After that we went back to her house and we started getting stuff out o her bathroom and made a little (organized) mess. And today was fun. Lisa and Bridget came to mine and Dan's soccer game in Gateway. It was so0o hot! my feet were burning! I think it was because I wear 2 pairs of socks so my feet with be nice and tight, then I can hack people harder. And hurt them. We won, 3-2. Against the Cape Coral U-16 team. It's kinda sad that their U16 team was State runner ups last year and when we play them we have some pretty good games. But when we play their U17 team, we kick their asses and there is usually a fight or 2. Last year, Chicken got in a fight with one of the kids and that was a big fight. Scott jumped in and all of us had to pull all 5 guys that were fighting away and it was fun. lol. Chicken died in January in a car accident, poor guy. He was from Mexico, and he got in trouble with the police so his father sent him back to Mexico to live with his grandmother. He ran away from home and showed back in Naples like 4 months later. He had crossed the border, walking. Anyways, after the game we came to Lisa's and Dan and bridget brought a pizza and we went in the pool. Oh man, we were beat, so we just hung out at Lisa's...at like 11:30 she fell asleep so i came home, and now im eatin' CHICKEN!! Tomorrow we have to go to the beach. It's gonna be a nice day out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108165838538462495?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108165838538462495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108165838538462495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165838538462495' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108161489742739428</id><published>2004-04-10T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T12:38:48.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat/meatrix/"&gt;The Meatrix&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108161489742739428?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108161489742739428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108161489742739428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161489742739428' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108157316151305668</id><published>2004-04-10T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:04:31.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*The Poopie List*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GHOST POOPIE&lt;/strong&gt;:  The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLEAN POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt; The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WET POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won't ruin them with stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND WAVE POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  This happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP-A VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINCOLN LOG POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  The kind of poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GASSY POOPIE: &lt;/strong&gt; It's so noisy, that everyone within earshot is giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRINKER'S POOPIE: &lt;/strong&gt; The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CORN POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  Self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPINAL TAP POOPIE: &lt;/strong&gt; That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you'd swear it was leaving you sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump):&lt;/strong&gt;  The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DANGLING POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  This poopie refuses to drop in the toilet even though you are done poopie-ing it.  You just hope that a shake or two will cut it loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SURPRISE POOPIE:&lt;/strong&gt;  You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you are about to fart, but *oops* --- a poopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108157316151305668?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108157316151305668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108157316151305668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157316151305668' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108142235519624201</id><published>2004-04-08T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T07:09:43.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OFF TO SEAWORLD! this is exiting, I've never been there. Lisa said she'd be here half an hour ago! where is she? she probably didn't know what to wear lol. Hey we finished painting! the funny thing is that when we went to vvaaccuumm(yeah whetever)the vvaaccuumm cleaner overheated and somoke started coming out of it, lol. Poor thing, probably couldn't take so much...stuff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108142235519624201?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108142235519624201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108142235519624201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142235519624201' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108128471307075951</id><published>2004-04-06T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:55:38.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my head hurts so bad, and i have practice later on tonight. Lisa is painting now, without me. We were fine for a couple weeks and now we can't get along again. I hope she can finish painting without me. I'd help if she asked me to, but apperantly it has nothing to do with me anymore, so whatever. The weirdest thing happened. I found a lost blog that i was writing in during the summer. There are things in there that i dont even remember doing! it was funny. i deleted it tho.i think im gonna go lay down cause i want this headache to go away now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108128471307075951?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108128471307075951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108128471307075951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128471307075951' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108105538788422001</id><published>2004-04-04T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:13:30.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have actually typed something up to post twice and my fuckin cast deleted it somehow, it was like i hit a key with it and the computer farted, then it had an orgasm and boop! it was gone, and yes my reaction was "what the fuck?". yeah the videos were cool (down below). ill post some more later. I think i might post the pornstar demanding respect one, ill pu up a big warning before the link so people know whats coming. So if people say that im disgusting then im gonna say it right back cause i warned them and they STILL clicked on it. So yes, today i went over to Lisa's and i helped her wash her car. Then we went to her uncle's house and I watched the dc united/earthquake game. Freddy ddin't do much but he will in the next few yrs, just watch. The funny thing is that the DC United coach- Peter Novak- broke Nick's hand. He was actually coaching my little brother over the summer and nick asked him to shoot it as hard as he could, and nick tried to block it and broke his wrist. haha. Then we went to Jeff's house to play pool, and lisa does have some skill, its not all luck. Later we went to Andrew's to watch the Duke/UConn game and I just came home and my brother's gone so i guess im gonna go to sleep cause i have a game tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108105538788422001?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108105538788422001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108105538788422001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108105538788422001' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108053713167263367</id><published>2004-03-29T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:19:27.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cruisin around the web and I found some pretty interesting videos.&lt;br /&gt;   First, public nudity in british soccer games. Sports Wear companies have used it to their advantage and came up with this nifty &lt;a href="http://www.toddstreeter.com/media/movies/soccer.mpeg"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt;. It's great, especially cause I play soccer, and that's exaclty what we look like when we decide to just let it all hang.&lt;br /&gt;   Here's another commercial. It clearly explains why &lt;a href="http://www.toddstreeter.com/media/movies/Men%20Screw%20Up%20Romance.mpg"&gt;men are from Mars and women are from Venus&lt;/a&gt;. haha. Seems like something I would do.&lt;br /&gt;   This next video is &lt;a href="http://www.toddstreeter.com/media/movies/Jobfrustration.mpg"&gt;an interesting way to blow off steam after working in an office for hours.&lt;/a&gt;. Hey, at least it's better than doing something crazy, right? creepy Germans.&lt;br /&gt;    Here's a lesson: &lt;a href="http://www.toddstreeter.com/media/movies/nearmiss.mpg"&gt;DO NOT STAND ON THE SHOULDER OF A HIGHWAY WHEN IT'S RAINING!&lt;/a&gt; ...scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;    But what's even scarier is what &lt;a href="http://www.toddstreeter.com/media/movies/Salmon.mpg"&gt;Salmon producers in Alaska &lt;/a&gt;have to go through to get us good salmon! &lt;br /&gt;    Even though it's a difficult worldout there I think cats get off the hook too easily, they don't do anything, they're like drag queens. Well that is...&lt;a href="http://www.toddstreeter.com/media/movies/Nokia.avi"&gt;unless this happens.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108053713167263367?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108053713167263367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108053713167263367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053713167263367' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-108027440547455341</id><published>2004-03-25T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T23:16:55.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been trying to write here, three times. it keeps getting erased cause i hit some key with the cast and i unintentionally navigate away from this page, damn it!well i broke my wrist on sunday. I had a soccer game in lauderdale. i jumped up for a ball, and this kid decided to run through me and take my legs out instead of jumping up for the same ball. i landed on it and i broke it. it hurt. but yeah it sucks...i dont like casts. i tend to take them off before i should and then my wrist clicks really loud haha. The doctor said No soccer for 4 weeks....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OOOOKKKAAAYYYY!!! ugh, we have SAT's this satuday, and i totally forgot to sign up for the SAT 2...Ill have to pay he late fee then. I have to get up earlier tomorrow cause i have to put something over the cast when i shower, or it will get wet and stinky, kinda like.....nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-108027440547455341?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108027440547455341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/108027440547455341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027440547455341' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107996298071014907</id><published>2004-03-22T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T08:46:25.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday Madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What was your favorite TV show as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm...either Heman or The Jetsons. In spanish they were called "los supersonicos" yea weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What show did you hate?&lt;/strong&gt; soap operahs&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;What show did your family gather around the TV to watch?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think we ever did that unless it was som important sports event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What show is currently your favorite?&lt;/strong&gt; That 70's Show, whose line is it anyway, and The Simpsons- classic- and Christopher Lowell makes me laugh my silly behind off!! mmmmmm!!!!! hmmmmmm!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What show do you hate now?&lt;/strong&gt; i think the nun with the eyepatch, what's that called though? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107996298071014907?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107996298071014907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107996298071014907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996298071014907' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107996178531980982</id><published>2004-03-22T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T08:37:18.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's been fun. Went to Andrews, the beach, and yesterday I had a soccer game down the street from sawgrass so Lisa came along and we went to the mall. It didn't last long, Lisa felt crappy and so did I just for the fact that my hand was killing me and it still is (typing with 1 hand isn't fun). We were still in there for more than 1 hour. So I don't think ill make it to school today. I have to go get x rays and doctor and stuff...ahhh! It hurts! I suck! Now Lisa asked me to help her work out...........I am so serious!.........And I said we could ride bikes since she can't run, and if she did I don't think we would get too far LOL. So bikes are good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107996178531980982?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107996178531980982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107996178531980982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996178531980982' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107944497547059429</id><published>2004-03-16T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T14:37:58.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I am going to school today. My dad put me in a really bad mood. I woke up late for school and all he cares about is calling me irresponsible and lazy. First of all, i just woke up late for school, it's not that big of a deal anyways. But Fernanda can stay home on Friday because she had 2 really difficult midterms that she didn't study for!? that's bullshit!. Second, it's not MY fault my brother changed my alarm clock to get up at 7:30 for a soccer game on sunday and didn't change it back. And third, my parents are so stubborn they don't even listen. All my parents want is for me t get good grades like Fernanda, oh perfect student Fernanda, oh oh oh! Get a life Fernanda! All she does is stay home, she has like...2 friends and they're twins. Well Nick gets good grades too!...well have u ever seen Nick leave the house?? I don't think so. Your only responsibility is to go to school! I AM GOING TO SCHOOL! I'M JUST LATE! I didn't do ANY homework over the weeked? well fuckin' duhh! maybe I didn't have any! See, unlike Fernanda, I get yelled at if I even wake up late for school. I WENT to school to take my midterms and I studied during the week, therefore I did not have to do homework or study over the weekend to make them up on monday. I am sick of them yelling at me because I don't get as good grades as Fernanda. I have decent grades I have a 3.4 weighted GPA. I don't care if I'm not in the top 10 in the junior class! I see life from a different point of view as my parents and sister. Grades are not everything. I need friends, and...uhhh I have friends. What if I don't like school? What if I don't like THIS school? ever thought of that?...what if I am pissed because I had the perfect life as a kid and got DRAGGED out of it because my parents felt like it was best for me? After they do that, it took me a while to get adapted and assimilated. As soon as I started liking it here they started calling me irresponsible. My dad couldn't get his act together till he was like 22. After he had dropped out of college and farted his way through high school -barely.  I'm happy with what I do, and content with my grades in school. I've been doing my homework and doing as good as I can. I got straight A's in my midterms except for precalc in which i got a D. I studied, but half the class got a D. The average overall grade is a C in that class. Or...maybe I am not good enough...either way...Bite me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107944497547059429?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107944497547059429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107944497547059429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944497547059429' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107931443202670910</id><published>2004-03-14T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:37:06.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew, me and Lisa made up on friday. Last night we went mini golfing, we both cheated, but I ended up losong somehow, that tells u what a bad cheater i am. In one of the holes Lisa hit the pad, so in the next one i moved the pad over, but i over did it, and it landed in the water and it sunk...it was the funniest thing, we laughed for a while. Yesterday morning I had a soccer game, we lost 3-2 but we only had 9 players, we played pretty well. And today my 3million relatives came over to eat cause tomorrow is my sister's bday! I think Lisa ate too much and she was exhausted, so she has been sleeping now for like 1 1/2 hrs lol. ill wake her up for school on tuesday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107931443202670910?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107931443202670910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107931443202670910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107931443202670910' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107906177533096447</id><published>2004-03-11T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:26:05.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont even know what to do anymore. I practically begged her to forgive me and take me back but her answer just never came out staight. Now after some pointless arguing i dont think lisa even wants to talk to me. "we can plant a house we can build a tree i dont even care, we dont have to breed". If this is meant to be, then something will happen, if not then...i just guess it wasn't meant to be. Ive always thought we belong tho, i still feel that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107906177533096447?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107906177533096447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107906177533096447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906177533096447' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107896508355327282</id><published>2004-03-10T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T19:34:32.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke up with Lisa. I am not sure if it was too drastic or not, but it happened. Everything i do, i do it wrong, and i get her upset. a lot of the things she says are mean, she hasnt been showing me any affection and i need it...i really thought breaking up with her will make things better in the long run. I know she is thinking a lot about her brother and i wanted to be there for her, but i dont think its fair for her to treat me the way she does sometimes. She says i do the same to her, but she doesnt tell me how she feels, so i wouldnt know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107896508355327282?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107896508355327282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107896508355327282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107896508355327282' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107859448741868584</id><published>2004-03-06T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T12:37:50.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa took me shopping after school. We went down to third i think and she got some shoes and stuff and wesaw a car that had hit a palm tree and it was totally flipped over! it was cool. Then we went to the mall, ate some pizza and went to daiy queen. Later that day we went to Blockbuster to get a movie. Nick works there, still...and he is this little korean/irish boy. Looks korean, but he has blondish highlights and red wiskers when he doesnt shave. Interesting. His father is Irish and mother is korean. He showed me a picture of his step mom and dad, both white. So he said that when they go out together ppl think "aaawww how cute u adopted one of those 30 cents a day korean boys!" hahaha he is so fuckin hilarious. I learned something new. Blockbuster has a bible...and i got to look through it. pretty neat lol. Today I am supposed to go to Mike Gasperino's birthday party at Wiggins. So I'm gonna head over there at like 2ish. Lisa and I are alright now, which is a good thing of course. I feel better. but I am so fuckin thirsty...im gonna get a drink &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107859448741868584?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107859448741868584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107859448741868584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859448741868584' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107849044469950408</id><published>2004-03-05T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T07:43:45.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up from my nap after school and I had a feeling, like I wanted to know where she was and what she was doing so bad that i ended up calling her. She got shoes and a jean jacket and a purse and  she had fun doing that lol. I worked on some more precalculous and then at like 9:30 i had to call her again and we talked for a while. She seemed happy, and apperantly she loves her shoes -she's a shoe freak lol- and the other stuff she bought. Last night I tossed and turned in bed until like 2:30, that was when I last looked at the time at least. And this morning, of course, I couldn't wake up on time. So here I am, waiting for my dad because I'm gonna bum a ride from him. I haven't gotten many emails lately, not even junk mail. which is good. I got invited to Mike G's beach bday party on saturday, I'll probably go. He's a funny kid. Remind me to buy a wire to import videos from my camera to the computer, and a new battery for the camera! thanx bud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107849044469950408?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107849044469950408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107849044469950408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849044469950408' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107842992024067066</id><published>2004-03-04T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:55:00.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     ahhh yesterday i had such a bad day. First of all me and lisa are fighting, theni locked the keys in the car, then a little more fighting. I ended up telling her I need time away from her. I do, but it's not a bad thing. Its a known fact that if people spend too much time together they start getting in each other's nerves, and I think that's what's happening with me and Lisa. Then I got in a fight with my brother. We havent fought in like 2 years now. But he was being a little asshole and i wasn't in the mood to put up with it, so i threw him on the floor and then he threw a glass at me and I blocked it with my forearm (hurts like a mother!), then i proceeded to punch him a couple times, i feel bad, but whatever. But then late at night my grandpa called and i got to talk to him, he is alright. He says he is getting old and that his body aches sometimes cause of it. He misses us a lot and so do I. I haven't seen him in like 3 years now! &lt;br /&gt;     Today wasn't as bad as yesterday, but it still sucked. No drama, except for after school. Lisa thought i needed a ride, but i didn't want any favors from her, i didnt want to bother her. So she got mad cause i told her to go home and not worry about me cause i didndt want a ride, and she waited for me so yea. I have a lot of homework to do and I should do my online class, but I really don't feel like doing it...i know i should but im not in the mood &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107842992024067066?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107842992024067066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107842992024067066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842992024067066' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107828652403910617</id><published>2004-03-02T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:05:02.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yea, we went to Ruby Tuesday's and I am really fuckin immature and annoying...=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107828652403910617?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107828652403910617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107828652403910617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828652403910617' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107819346955271766</id><published>2004-03-01T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:25:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some weird stuff happened today. First of all I fell asleep on the leg pressing machine in the weight room during second block. Which shows my enthusiasm for working out! Then in 3rd block I sang a song for the class to memorize some properties and shit, and Mrs. Frederiksen thought it was the funniest thing ever, and I dont know why cause I just read the properties with the 12 days of christmas rhythm lol. Then in fourth block I fell asleep on my hand. I can fall asleep pretty much anywhere! Well then later on we came to Lisa's house and just as we're about to leave, her and her dad are standing on the corner of the porch looking at the canal. They saw a manatee...so we went to the dock to see it and it looked like a messed up fin swimming around instead of a manatee. So we drove down to the end of Lisa's street to an empty lot and stood on the edge of the wall looking for this mysterious swimming object. It ended up being a dolphin with half of a fin. It looked as if he had had an accident with a boat, or maybe he was born this way. Well, the dolphin was feeding and it dissappeared underwater for like a minute. Then all of a sudden the thing jumps out of the water no more that 5 feet away from the wall, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US! like ew almost got splashed with water. Lisa jumped back cause the thing scared her and she fell in a hole and hrt her foot, poor baby! So then we went to look for carpet. We drove around looking for carpet places and we ended up at this place on 41 where the salesman was so fat, that he got tired from just talking to us and walking around the showroom. Then we went to Ritz to pick up Lisa's pics that we had dropped off a bit earlier. But before that we sat at starbucks and had a coffee drink and some expresso chocolate cake and it was really good. Then all of a sudden Jesus and his cousin walk in and I had to tell Lisa that story Lacey told me. Jesus told Lacey that he would hook her up with some sunglasses if she let him lick her...well u can use ur imagination for that one. The funny thing is that Lacey thought that was the most pathetic and disgusting thing she'd ever hear and, she hates him. So there I am telling Lisa the story and Jesus was right there, well she couldn't help but laugh-it was even funnier that he had no idea we were talking about him- that kid creeps me out ever since I met him. Even before I met him I didn't like him for no reason. So then we walked over to Ritz and the pictures of Andrew dancing around in those little skanky shorts are just the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. Judge for yourself...&lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/andrewweb11.html"&gt;PIC 1&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/andrewweb2.jpg"&gt;PIC2&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/andrewweb3.jpg"&gt;PIC3&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/andrewweb4.jpg"&gt;PIC4&lt;/a&gt;    It was kinda funny when I get to Susie's house and Andrew is in the living room dancing...wow. Well Lisa also posted some other pics on her website, &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/File0008.jpg"&gt;like this one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/File0007.jpg"&gt;or this one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/File0005.jpg"&gt;or this one&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://anoddlittleplace.typepad.com/gandhijeans/File0006.jpg"&gt;or even this one!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL FUN DAY TODAY, now Dan is supposed to call us and we're gonna go somewhere and hang out with the dudes...and tomorrow, no school yes beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107819346955271766?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107819346955271766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107819346955271766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819346955271766' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107803734865561477</id><published>2004-02-29T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T01:52:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to play soccer with y uncle today and some people that he knows. They were all non-dirty mexican hispanics and they weren't very good at soccer, but they played clean and it was alsright I guess. There were also a couple kids from GCHS playing there. After that I went to the cow bingo and met up with Lisa and Dan who were already there waiting for me, and we left pretty quick due to coldness and boredom. We headed to Susie's house where everyone showed up to see Bring it on Again!...bad movie, but it was fun to watch it with all my friends, plus Susie is obsessed with it already like i knew she would. The we all went to Wendy's and beaner-packed the van to go in the drive-thru and get food...I dont think he cashier lady liked ur very much because she was getting pretty pissed at all of the 800 orders, oh well. The we went to Andrew's for a little pointless time wasting activity and ended up at Bridget's. Her and Dan were talking so me and Lisa were watching The Fast and The Furius, but then it was 1AM and I had to go home so i said bye bye and now I am home. I hope tomorrow is a nice day, I haven't been able to go to the beach and I want to go s0o0o0o bad for some reason. Over the summer I could have gone like everyday but most of the time I had noone to go with, I hope this summer I can just go with Lisa because that would be nice. Tuesday and Wednesday of next week we are not expected to go to school so me and Lisa are going to go to the beach if it's nice and she asked me today if we could go to Doc's and that's gonna be cool, she likes that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107803734865561477?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107803734865561477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107803734865561477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803734865561477' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107799067858114668</id><published>2004-02-28T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T12:54:11.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a really nice day out, but its not hot at all, its like 70, oh well. My mom bought these chocolate soymilk...doesn't taste like real chocolate milk but whatever i had one anyways. EW last night mrs... showed us this guy's website. The dude lives in tampa and he is so gay! he dresses up in like these costumes and it makes u sick by just looking at them. The guy's like 50 too which makes it all worse. I don't know what to write about, maybe ill do something interesting today and ill write about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107799067858114668?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107799067858114668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107799067858114668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799067858114668' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107785290429890511</id><published>2004-02-26T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:37:55.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We watched a good movie, it had a name I can't remember, but it was good. I finished the cd's but I didn't do my pre-calc hw. Tomorrow me and Lisa are going out to dinner, don't know where yet, she has to decide. Next week something cool's happening, we don't have to show up at school on tuesday and wednesday. They are expecting us to go, but noone will so Mr. Barry said that in case we weren't feeling good, and we didnt come to school we wouldnt miss anything, but he told us not to say he said that...hmm. Yeah I think I'd rather go to the beach, or sleep in, depends on what time Lisa wakes me up lol. Billy sent me this article yesterday about a girl who stuck a lobster tail in her cooter and burnt the lobster's face so it would wag its tail and she would get off to it. Well the lobster crapped a kind of sea monkey called mud shimps and they hatched inside her cunt and she "pooped" them out. She saw them and fainted or something, hit her head on the toilet and died...weird. Mrs DOT said it was an urban legend, but it's still pretty gross, I mean, they are giving those desperate girls ideas. Torturing animals is not the way to get some action ladies. If u can't get some cockator use a vibrator not a lobsterator...I just made that up but it rhymes so whatever! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107785290429890511?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107785290429890511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107785290429890511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785290429890511' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107784073185550180</id><published>2004-02-26T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:15:02.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karen was on some dumb show today, weird...yeah...she was like sitting at the beach all like "what now bitch!?" and with Jwood and PHem and some chicks. I didnt know Adam had so many friends...i didnt know karen had ANY friends...hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107784073185550180?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107784073185550180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107784073185550180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784073185550180' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107776602954404968</id><published>2004-02-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:29:59.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We painted today. the lime green going on the hallways is really...exiting. it's kinda like a welcoming color.  i am tired, and my head hurts again so im gonna go to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107776602954404968?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107776602954404968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107776602954404968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776602954404968' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107768167893840153</id><published>2004-02-24T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:39:34.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I have a U-boat in my pants! a long hard U-boat full of german seamen" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNYYYWAAAYYSSSS...Lisa just went to sleep, and by the things she said before she went to sleep im assuming she isn't as upset as she was earlier. I am crazy in love with this chick and she means the world to me, and all I want is to make her happy. It will be 5 months in 3 days and they have been the best 5 months of my life. Soon, in like a month it will be the day that we firt kissed- I remember it like it was yesterday-. We were at dumbass Bobby's house and everyone left to go to blockbuster. Me and Lisa stayed in the pool alone, and it just happened. It was March 22nd last year. Later that day Kurt took us to her house and I met her parents, and PJ. we sat on the chair and i asked her out and she said yes...and I was so happy, i think I almost pissed my pants. Exactly 13 days later she left for a week to go on a cruise. There was this girl, who tested me to the limit, but I did not give in. That's when I realized Lisa was not just a girl I had been dating for 2 weeks, she was special, more than special...she was MY GIRL. &lt;br /&gt;    My birthday is in September, and Lisa and I had been hanging out as friends only for a while, and the night I celebrated it with my friends she told me what I had been waiting to hear since freaggin June when we split up. She said "I've missed u...you have no idea how much". And holy shit does it feel good to hear that when you feel the same way, especially if u have been anticipating this moment for months. Later on for Christmas I bought her a ring. I thought it wa beautiful and he best part was that she loved it and she was even bragging about it. Tonight she gave it back to me, and it made me cry like a little girl. To me, that ring means so much. It's like a little something that lets me know I love her and she loves me back...What the hell am I gonna do with it? It's hers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107768167893840153?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107768167893840153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107768167893840153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768167893840153' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107759196497161515</id><published>2004-02-23T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:08:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was, normal today, and I just went to practice to vote for captains and to turn in the uniforms. After that I went to wash my mom's car and to check the air pressure in the tires, talk about fun. Tomorrow we're going to the movies and then we are going to the beach!FUN FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107759196497161515?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107759196497161515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107759196497161515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759196497161515' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107756760733822147</id><published>2004-02-23T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:22:54.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added a new link, the random deep thoughts. They crack me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107756760733822147?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107756760733822147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107756760733822147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756760733822147' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-10775114701210615</id><published>2004-02-22T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:47:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A burp is not an answer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-10775114701210615?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/10775114701210615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/10775114701210615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10775114701210615' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107751141068126012</id><published>2004-02-22T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:48:10.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the was the party at andrew's last night. I had fun, Lisa didn't. She told me I was being mean and immature, and I feel bad cause I probably was even thought i didnt think so. After that I spent the night at Lisa's. Then she attempted to wake me up to eat some breakfast but I couldn't wake up, I did so like an hour later. Then we painted and we are like 95% done with the room upstairs, we need to retouch some corners and fix the coordination farts. I am tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107751141068126012?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107751141068126012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107751141068126012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751141068126012' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107738058222129728</id><published>2004-02-21T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:43:26.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.naplesnews.com/npdn/sp_varsity/article/0,2071,NPDN_14998_2672499,00.html"&gt;WE  LOST!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we lost the Regional Championship game to Davie Nova. The team effort was amazin because we never gave up. But I am pissed off at me, because I played like shit. The was a point when there were like 8 minutes lleft and we were down 5-2 and the team never gave up and I am proud of us cause we didn't stop playing till the last wistle. The douche nag ref called 2 PK's against us and he didnt call a foul against them on their first goal. Whatever, that's soccer. The problem I have with that is that Barron always gets screwed over by refs someway or another. 2 years ago Eric Rice got called on a foul outside of the box and they called a PK with 6 minutes left in the game, The kid dove, no foul. Their coach felt bad for winning cause his team didnt deserve it. Last year. We are beating Palmetto 2-1 and they call a PK against us, boom! 2-2 a little bit after that Rob gets totally taken out in the box by their keeper, nothing. We go into over time and they score in a corner kick. This year we lost again. There were 9 goals in a Regional final game and that's crazy. I hate the fact that during the season we got called on at least 1 PK every game. There is always next year, but there is always those Seniors missing. Where the hell r we gonna get a kid who has a vertical leap of like 40 inches and is an asshole on the field, great defender, amazing speed? where the hell r we gonna find one of the best center midfielders in SWFL? where r we gonna get a kid who can throw the ball 30 yards into the box? I really hope Joan stays, he is a big part of this team. Alex Kehoe is amazing, he just needs to eat about a 1lb steak every morning for breakfast, he is too small. Ricky's gotta get more aggressive, jrod's awesome, daniel u need to loose some weight, I need to mark more and get in fuckin shape, get faster and train harder, Tony u better stay and play club with us next yr cause we need u. Now I am looking forward to club. We have a stacked team, all awesome players...but for some reason we can never play the whole game, it's like we either play like shit in the 1st half and they put away the game and we can't come back in the 2nd half, or we play good in the 1st half and then they beat us in the second half. We played 4 games with Joan in the middle, and 3 of them were against nationally ranked teams, and we didint' loose bad, we played our game and i liked it. SO MANY PPL CAME TO THE GAME it was crazy. I was SOo0o0o mad and pissed off, but Lisa, like always,managed to make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107738058222129728?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107738058222129728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107738058222129728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738058222129728' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107724909967264416</id><published>2004-02-19T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:54:20.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107724909967264416?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107724909967264416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107724909967264416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724909967264416' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107724906000617595</id><published>2004-02-19T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:53:41.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNDERSEEBOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107724906000617595?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107724906000617595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107724906000617595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724906000617595' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107723801179632259</id><published>2004-02-19T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:49:32.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so Derek Redd asked me some questions at practice, he is writing an article on us and it will be in tomorrow's paper. There was this other guy at practice from ESPN Radio interviewing my coach, pretty awesome eh. So yeah, if we win tomorrow we would have gone the furthest any barron boys soccer team has ever gone. No team has ever gotten to the final 4. Apperantly there's gonna be shitloads of ppl going to the game tomorrow night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107723801179632259?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107723801179632259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107723801179632259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723801179632259' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107722008465583159</id><published>2004-02-19T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:50:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so we didn't even talk at all at school and she was avoiding me, and i was avoiding her, i dont know why, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107722008465583159?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107722008465583159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107722008465583159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107722008465583159' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107716002060001698</id><published>2004-02-18T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:09:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107716002060001698?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107716002060001698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107716002060001698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716002060001698' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107707445332860945</id><published>2004-02-17T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:23:32.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY FUCKIN SHIT!, WE BEAT ST. THOMAS AQUINAS, TOP 5 IN THE FUCKIN COUNTRY! I can't believe it. I love my team man. WE ARE GOING AAAAAAAAALLLLLLL THE WAYYY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107707445332860945?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107707445332860945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107707445332860945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707445332860945' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107691578151502626</id><published>2004-02-16T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:19:18.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa- I just wanted to tell u I Love You...I would call u and tell u, but u are sleeping and tired, and i would feel bad if i woke u up...so when u read this at least u will know I was thinking about u. The funny thing is that i never stop thinking about u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107691578151502626?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107691578151502626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107691578151502626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691578151502626' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107691564212757197</id><published>2004-02-16T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T02:16:38.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Organ transplans are best left to professionals"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107691564212757197?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107691564212757197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107691564212757197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691564212757197' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107689383661399241</id><published>2004-02-15T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T20:13:12.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i just signed up for the SATs and I apperantly I'm the only one who's going to take it at Naples High School...whatever I do what I want! oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107689383661399241?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107689383661399241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107689383661399241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689383661399241' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107689008605401810</id><published>2004-02-15T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:21:50.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I am not authorized to fire substitute teachers"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107689008605401810?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107689008605401810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107689008605401810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689008605401810' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107689006715136164</id><published>2004-02-15T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:10:23.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Lisa wakes me up. She tells me to go take a shower, i did. She wanted to back to her house, and I was alright with it. When I come back she is sleeping (she claims that she wasn't, but that's not the point). So i decided to look for pics of my uncle's farm to show her. I found some and when I was done my mom asked me if me and Lisa were hungry and if we wanted some chicken. I said yes. So she made us some lunch, and we talked for a while. After that -must have been around 4- I was really sleepy so I layed down on my bed and she got on the computer. She goes "I'm gonna go home...u can come if u want" but I was really really tired and I actually wanted to stay home and sleep now. But apperantly that's a bad thing because I made her waste 4 hours doing absolutely nothing- who knows-. Then she says she isn't mad but then again she is telling me to go eat shit...hmm. She asked me very nicely not to talk to her, so right now...I'm not talking to her cause if that's what she wants I won't bother her. If anyone can tell me how this is something to get upset over, I'd appretiate it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107689006715136164?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107689006715136164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107689006715136164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689006715136164' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107682987225512524</id><published>2004-02-15T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:27:07.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY...Well today was a nice day, spent with my very special girl, Lisa. I was going to surprise her and take her out, but the first half of this date got ruined because of the weather. I wondered for a whole week, what I should do to make this date fun, and exiting. I finally decided to do something neither of us has ever done ( stop smiling perverts), which is parasailing. So i call the bonita place and they said i could make a reservation in case they were too busy. So I made a reservation for 4 o'clock. Then I thought, Ill take her out to a nice dinner. Nona Maria sounded good. And...at the beginning of the week I thought that the Lion King 1 1/2 (which we both wanted to see) came out, and would be in theaters. So I was planning to take her to see that after dinner. First of all, the weather sucked so Parasailing = NO...then I called ahead to the restaurant and they said 7:30...well most of us would expect to call ahead, get there 5 minutes before the time u reserved a table for and whatever, wait for 5-10 minutes max....we we waited for like 40 minutes after I had already called ahead, whats up with that? Then the Lion King never came out in theaters lol. So this is how it went down. We went to dinner and it was really nice. This Lady told me that Lisa had the face of an angel, and she does when she gives u that "HAPPY" smile. The coolest thing is that they serve soup inside a friggin carved-out bun or something, awesome!. Before dinner we had actually rented the Lion King 1 1/2, and as expected, it was a really good movie, i recommend it. AFTER dinner we met up with some friends at Olive Garden. The hostess freaked me out, she stared me down when I walked in, when I went to the bathroom, when I walked out, when I came back in to get my keys, and then finally when I walked out again...weirdo. Then we went to Andrew's house and after looking through his porn DVD collection Lisa and I borrowed some movies like Corky Romano, Not Another Teen Movie, What Women Want, and some other one I can't remember at the moment. Hmmm....what else happened today. Oh yeah! I grossed out Mrs. dot dot dot with my bull's testicle eating experience when I was 7. And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107682987225512524?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107682987225512524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107682987225512524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682987225512524' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107678075165320268</id><published>2004-02-14T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:48:25.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I will not sell school property"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107678075165320268?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107678075165320268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107678075165320268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678075165320268' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107668437470842061</id><published>2004-02-13T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:02:07.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolution of the day "I will not trade pants with others"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107668437470842061?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107668437470842061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107668437470842061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668437470842061' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107668430262174406</id><published>2004-02-13T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:00:55.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stayed home to finish the 3 articles I had to write and my essay. Our project is gonna come out really awesome because Lisa did a great job on the big posterboard. Last night I stayed up till 2 AMish writing and talking to Lisa. This morning I finished my papers by 9:15 and I took a shower and now im gonna go to school for 3rd and 4th blocks, and lunch of course. &lt;a href="http://www.naplesnews.com/npdn/sp_varsity/article/0,2071,NPDN_14998_2651842,00.html"&gt;Cougars are going all the way baby!&lt;/a&gt; the second goal that was called off was mine =( I was so pissed off, it's like the first shot on goal i get and the ref screwed up. He even came to me and apologized for screwing up and he came and talked ot my coach about it also, but whatever, the important thing is we won. We are playing St. Thomas Aquinas on tuesday. Stacked team, they have kids that play in ODP and all of them are recruited club players, kinda like American Heritage ( who beat us 4-0). I am having the pasta party at my house that day and I really really hope we win because...man do we want this state championship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107668430262174406?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107668430262174406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107668430262174406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668430262174406' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107661570355950707</id><published>2004-02-12T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:01:31.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolution of the day " I do not have power of attorny over 9th graders."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107661570355950707?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661570355950707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661570355950707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661570355950707' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107661565552393546</id><published>2004-02-12T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:56:46.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow! big game tonight, i have been nervous aaaalll daaayyy. Lisa is feeling a lot better today- i can tell because she seems to be in a good mood- which is great. We have a lot of work to do for a history project tomorrow. I need to write 2 articles and i need to do my essay after the game. We are playing Ft. Pierce Central and we have a pasta party at Chris's house and I am about to head over there. I really hop we win tonight, if u wanna find out how we did call me after 9 or read the paper after midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107661565552393546?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661565552393546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661565552393546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661565552393546' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107661579544995560</id><published>2004-02-11T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:59:24.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolution of the day " I will not fake my way through life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107661579544995560?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661579544995560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661579544995560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661579544995560' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107661575556325039</id><published>2004-02-10T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:59:44.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolution of the day " I will not instigate Revolution"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107661575556325039?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661575556325039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107661575556325039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661575556325039' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107647023757680014</id><published>2004-02-10T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:57:48.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get home and there is a fucking virus in the computer...thaks Nick! ever heard of clickin NO!? yeah ur dumb. I was able to deleate it and lisa helped get rid of all the cookies and temp internet files...&lt;br /&gt; the SAT prep course is alright, until we got to english then the lady bored a lot of ppl and a bunch left...Like me. I went to see the girls lose 1-0 to St. Thomas Aquinas. We might have to play them if we win on thursday and they have an awesome team. They are a 5A school that recruits like crazy. always one of the best teams in the country. I have a headache now, it blows!. Thursday we are playing Fort Pierce Central...they have a really good team and I hope we can beat them. We wont have Fabian, at least for one half, i dont know if he will play the second because he tore something on his knee and it might be  bad, but  we dont know yet. I had a hot upcake cause mrs. dot dot dot told me to put in the microwave for a minute, it tasted gross but i ate it anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107647023757680014?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107647023757680014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107647023757680014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647023757680014' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107635690671482870</id><published>2004-02-09T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T15:04:14.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. On Sunday afternoon, I like to just...not think about anything&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm behind someone at a traffic light, the light turns green and they just sit there, I...get aggrivated&lt;br /&gt;3. My immediate reaction to someone making a nasty remark to me is...FUCK YOUUUUUUUUU!!&lt;br /&gt;4. If I had to live in a state/country where it was cold most of the year, I would...not like it&lt;br /&gt;5. When the weather outside is hot and humid, I prefer to...Go to the beach or swim in the pool&lt;br /&gt;6. My favorite 'comfy' clothes to wear around the house is...my boxers&lt;br /&gt;7. If given a deadline at work/school to finish a project, I usually...do it the night before&lt;br /&gt;8. If someone gave me a pet for my birthday, I would...name it after them&lt;br /&gt;9. As far as watching the clock on weekends, I...prefer not to do it, or if i do it doesn't make much of a difference unless I have something important to do that day.&lt;br /&gt;10. I usually wash my car about every...never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107635690671482870?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107635690671482870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107635690671482870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635690671482870' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107629207550471881</id><published>2004-02-08T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:03:42.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa is sick =( poor baby, so ive been trying to take care of her for the past 2 days. She spent the night last night and when she woke up she felt really crappy, so I woke  up and worked while she watched movies, tv, whatever, and nick and eric were playing video games, later on Lindsey came over and at like 6 we came to lisa's house. When i was on my way home some drunk asshole decided to go the wrong way and head straight at me. I had to swerve off of the road to avoid the accident and I hit a bush between 92nd and 91st on Lisa's street. It was so scary the guy missed me by like about a foot. My legs were shaking and I had to sit there for a little bit till i was able to drive again. I did chapter 3 of my world history class and I am drinking coke watching ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107629207550471881?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107629207550471881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107629207550471881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629207550471881' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107617222675139499</id><published>2004-02-07T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:46:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.naplesnews.com/npdn/sp_varsity/article/0,2071,NPDN_14998_2636578,00.html"&gt;AWESOME GAME LAST NIGHT!!!&lt;/a&gt;After the game we went to the fair and Lisa slept over, she is still in my room sleeping, i think. she went to bed as soon as we got back, so did i, we were deaaaddd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107617222675139499?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107617222675139499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107617222675139499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617222675139499' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107603928565838079</id><published>2004-02-05T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:41:22.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepy, i did a lot of my work today and i am about 1/3 done and ive worked on it like 6 hours. I pland to give the work back to christina on saturday...hmm maybe it wont happen, we'll see. Tomorrow we play Naples, in the district final...we shall win. Then i am going to the fair with Lisa and she might be spending the night so coolio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107603928565838079?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107603928565838079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107603928565838079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603928565838079' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107594847490981322</id><published>2004-02-04T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T21:36:55.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We beat Lely 5-0 and advanced to the District Finals on Friday! I played alright, even thought we were not under a lot of pressure i screwed up like twice and it was ALMOST bad, lol. My number 1 fan came, of course. Bridget, andrew, eric and ashely also came and we stayed to watch the Naples GC game, naples won 1-0 so we play them on friday. I am tired and i need to work on christina's papers so i can get paid, but Nick is using my computer for homework so i guess ill let it go this time, cause he usually just sits there and does nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107594847490981322?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107594847490981322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107594847490981322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594847490981322' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107586801637477985</id><published>2004-02-03T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:15:56.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had to do a lotta things. well it started with that cool, funny guy at the assembly. Lisa didnt want to go for some pottery reason lol. but she missed out cause this guy was pretty funny...he pretty much told us to say "MY BODY MY CHOICE IM NOT YOUR TOY!" he thinks abstinance is the answer but we all know it's not. Then when i went home I did the first chapter of my world history class online and I also did the second chapter. I went to soccer practice where i was playing pretty well- Lisa dropped off my book and the book report guidelines for me to do the book report- So when I came home I did it, took me like 2 hours but i finished it then i worked on some of christina's papers and WOW i am done. Really tired, and kinda hot! Tomorrow we play Lely for the District SemiFinal. It should be an easy game, but Coach Shank said his team would beat us. Watch them score the first goal cause we come out on the field with over confidence and disrespect for our opponent, it already happened against GC. I really hope the team gets it together and we give them an asswhooping like we should. Then I'm gonna stay for the Naples vs GulfCoast game which is the other semifinal and determines who plays in the District Final, which is on friday! Doing research for my book report I learned something that surprised me. President Roosevelt knew that the attack on Pearl Harbor would happen. the government was warned by at least 5 countries and they also broke the japanese codes that lead them to acknowledge the attack. They let it happen because if America stopped the japanese and they did not succeed in the surprise attach then the United States would have seemed like an unbeatable nation, therefore Hitler would not have declared war on America-something needed-. Also, Bush knew about september 11th and very surprisingly the weapons of mass destruction were made up. Bush as well as the economy of the country "needed" a war in order for the economy for collect money. I have no idea how this works but Bush's government, just like Roosevet's government covered up their knowledge of these attacks against American soil...I say Bush gets castrated and his balls be fed to hungry pigeons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107586801637477985?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107586801637477985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107586801637477985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586801637477985' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107578058925541051</id><published>2004-02-02T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:04:38.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa: Would you still love me if I only had one arm?&lt;br /&gt;Me: of course!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It would be a lot easier to pin you down!&lt;br /&gt;(me laughing hysterically at the funniest thing ive said in a while...i guess u had to be there, at least I thought it was funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107578058925541051?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107578058925541051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107578058925541051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578058925541051' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107577953737891880</id><published>2004-02-02T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T22:41:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday...for some reason, monday's are horrible. I am dead tired, all i want is my bed and I can't get to it till now, late at night. I am kinda catching up in Pre Calc and i made up the quiz and I didnt do bad. Lisa and I went to the Library and picked out books for our books reports that we will have to make-up somehow cause we have exactly 30 something hours to do it lol. We went back to her house because her mom cooked a pretty good dinner, I came home and Ive been working on Christina's papers. I need to finish them before saturday...I also need to go see mr Fowel cause i need a new password for my world history online class. I am dead tired and I am going to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107577953737891880?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107577953737891880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107577953737891880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577953737891880' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107567271266774959</id><published>2004-02-01T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T17:00:48.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kurt's last night was nice, he showed lots of exitement when he saw us, like always. Kurt is such an emotional, sensitive human being, and he lets u know how he feels, he is not one of those people who are always in the same mood...not at all. Then i brought the princess home, and she fell asleep and i went home. I think on my way out i might have hit her or something, but she says i kicked her. weird lol. So today we painted a little bit, lots of work...we still have a lot to go. too bad we can only work on it on the weekends and we barely have time for it cause we would finish quickly, tiring tho. I am tired, Lisa's in the shower and we're gonna go to the mall. she is getting a new phone that she has wantd for a long time, and she also has to set up an art show, neat. There's pics of me playing soccer on the dsk and even thought they didn't come out very good, they're fun to look at...i look funny playing soccer, everyone on my team does. itd weird like when we kick the ball we bend ways that we're not supposed to and it just looks funny. SuperBowl- don't know where I am going to see it, if there isnt anywhere to go then i will probably go to lindsey's cause there is always a party of funny drunk people there, and food of course. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107567271266774959?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107567271266774959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107567271266774959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567271266774959' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107552151038663638</id><published>2004-01-30T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:00:43.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, I had shitloads of energy for the game and i played pretty well, hmmphh! i thought i was gonna be all tired. Lisa just fell asleep, and she said i am boring =( *tear*.  it sucks to be told that...i dont even feel like writing anything im too tired, oh yeah we beat estero 2-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107552151038663638?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107552151038663638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107552151038663638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107552151038663638' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107543032763987831</id><published>2004-01-29T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:41:00.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday...almost friday. went to school to present a project and my goup got delayed till tomorrow. I have to do an essay and im nowhere close to getting started. Li wabbit came over today, and we had a little fun. We also talked and agreed that we're sick of restrictions, word! Mrs Robinson was being really weird today.When i got to school she was like "hmmm diego, i didnt know who ur girlfriend was..." and that was all she said, so i went to her office to find out after school. The thing is that i left school early yesterday, and since i signed out, Mr. Barry checked on Lisa, and she wasnt excused at the moment which made him get mrs robinson to check on that so then she found out we're going out. weird. we had a laugh when we saw mr. stahl driving his brand new Mazda Miata, dark green...very gay indeed. rated the funnest car to drive...YEA! BY LIKE TEEN MAGAZINE OR SOMETHING!!ahhhhhh!! essay! Game against Estero tomorrow, ill probably post something after the game unless i go out, in which case i will still post after the game...and in the words of Eddie Izzard i saaayyy "ciaaaaaooooooooooooooo!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107543032763987831?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107543032763987831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107543032763987831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543032763987831' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107533594892808701</id><published>2004-01-28T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T19:28:29.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE WITH LISA!! THIS IS GREAT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107533594892808701?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107533594892808701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107533594892808701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533594892808701' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107516902287745464</id><published>2004-01-26T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T21:05:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa just went home, she came to visit me after school and she stayed with me all day long to keep me company. even though she was bored, she stayed so i wouldnt be alone, how nice. Since my mom stuffed me with medicine ive felt a lot better and my throat isnt all gross anymore and im not coughing much. we have a game against estero or ft myers tomorrow, i didnt go to practice cause i didnt even go to school so if i play then ill only play 1 half...wut eva. THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL BETTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107516902287745464?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107516902287745464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107516902287745464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516902287745464' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107512522410975462</id><published>2004-01-26T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T08:55:51.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess who's sick? I am, and it sucks, i woke up at 6AM this morning and my stomach hurt so bad, and i had been coughing all night and my head hurts like a bitch, and so does my throat and when my dad woke up i threw up, gross. so i stayed home and didnt go to school. I think i might have a fever cause my eyes hurt bad. I dont know how, and when i got sick cause yesterday I as fine...weird. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107512522410975462?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107512522410975462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107512522410975462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512522410975462' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107507771719039236</id><published>2004-01-25T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:23:00.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the swamp buggy races, and it was pretty cool, i want to go again in march. came back to lisa's and painted some more, we're almost there, it's looking cool. History test tomorrow? didn't study. I am thirsty, sore and sleepy, so I'm out like Muhammad Ali in a game of Jenga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107507771719039236?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107507771719039236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107507771719039236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507771719039236' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107501754502196425</id><published>2004-01-25T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T03:01:10.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is alright...i am so relieved. i hope it lasts =) lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107501754502196425?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107501754502196425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107501754502196425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107501754502196425' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107500727086740351</id><published>2004-01-25T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:09:56.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so lisa showed up after i called her to ask her if she wanted to come over to eat. i didnt think she was gonna show up, i thought she was gonna start yelling on the phone actually. so she came over, and i think she said about 5 words to me. I made her a sandwich, it was good, i had 2. So tomorrow we're going to the swamp buggy races, hopefully. I still don't know why she is mad, and i don't know how to approach her, so i dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107500727086740351?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107500727086740351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107500727086740351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500727086740351' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107498292986502212</id><published>2004-01-24T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T17:28:36.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck did i do now? she won't tell me, this shit sucks. she is always mad at me for something, i can never please her in any way cause i'm always fuckin wrong. i am gettin sick of her giving me so much shit, and it's starting to stink, i mean i spray air freshener, cover my nose, do everything possible to put up with it1, but sometimes i feel like flushing the toilet. Wait a minute! it's saturday that means its the weekend, oooohh now i know why she is mad at me...it's the weekend...duuh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107498292986502212?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107498292986502212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107498292986502212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107498292986502212' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107497654625774905</id><published>2004-01-24T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T15:37:51.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!  YEAH UR OLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107497654625774905?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107497654625774905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107497654625774905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497654625774905' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107491468846732834</id><published>2004-01-23T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T22:26:52.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we kicked their asses 4-0, seeded first in the district, good thing good thing. We still have 2 really hard games to play next week against ft myers and estero, hackfest!. So yeah i felt like shir during the game cause scott elbowed me in the neck and i was like like whoa, and then i was like whoa and then i was like...whoooooaaaaaaaa!!!!. Lisa is laying on my bed with like 30 blankets on her, lol she is cold, but she is a diehard fan she goes to like all my games, i love her she is awesome.  We got our new uniforms and mine is soooo little, but whatever ill only wear it for the next 7 games. boom boom tssss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107491468846732834?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107491468846732834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107491468846732834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491468846732834' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107482991032950485</id><published>2004-01-22T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:12:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.loonatik.co.uk/content/mr_nice.htm"&gt;Mr. Nice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my gay essay for history, I was supposed to go to Lisa's and do it there, but somehow i never got to it lol. Lisa went home from school cause she didn't feel good and Bridget took me home, then I had lasagna at Lisa's! it was hmm hmm good!. lately she has not been feeling good, bummer, it's probably cause of the pill. her boobs hurt too so i can't squeeze her too much lol. So far this week we've played Lely and we beat them 7-0 and then we played N Fort Myers and we beat them 3-1...tomorrow night is payback time against GulfCoast. We want to get back at them so bad. everyone knows what happens when we want to get back at a team. Remember last year when Lehigh beat us 2-1 in the district final? yeaaaahhh what was the score this year when we had our chance to get back at them? what? 9-0? what? in only what? 40 minutes? mercy rule? what? that's embarassing! well Gulf Coast is gonna get a dose of what we're really made of tomorrow night. MOO LA VACA! come to the game mother fuckers! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107482991032950485?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107482991032950485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107482991032950485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482991032950485' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369777.post-107481413845948332</id><published>2004-01-22T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:31:01.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lisa is awesome and she made me a blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369777-107481413845948332?l=icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107481413845948332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369777/posts/default/107481413845948332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icingalloverlisa.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481413845948332' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317867735696176727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
