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  <title>Hey Jasper, remember the Alamo?</title>
  <subtitle>!@#$%&amp;*</subtitle>
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    <name>tylor marie</name>
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  <updated>2009-10-14T03:10:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tizzleboo:67620</id>
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    <title>tizzleboo @ 2009-10-13T23:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-14T03:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-14T03:10:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;ul class="loudtwitter"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;06:17&lt;/em&gt; You may be working harder than you prefer, but your heart isn'... More for Sagittarius &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/79sZN"&gt;bit.ly/79sZN&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4831883392"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;09:18&lt;/em&gt; we're starting the time travel section in scifi ! :) &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4834496803"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;09:36&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gentlebird"&gt;gentlebird&lt;/a&gt; awh, i've been so behind, I had no idea that Scott was lily's kid too. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4834838866"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:11&lt;/em&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/favoritemelody"&gt;favoritemelody&lt;/a&gt; whoever can do it for you, see if the can hack myspace because I can't get my password. It won't get sent to me. Idkwhy. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4845980692"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;18:29&lt;/em&gt; How do I find scholarships?? :( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4846385607"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:35&lt;/em&gt; Target thinks it's cool to give their workers dated radios for a little holiday gift.  it's cute but I had a little fm radio in 5th. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4849291379"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:35&lt;/em&gt; Btw it was for my mom &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4849297504"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:53&lt;/em&gt; Woah. What a wave of discontent.  I can't believe I missed Ben's last swim meet. :( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4849722893"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;20:55&lt;/em&gt; cheered up. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4849756111"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;21:54&lt;/em&gt; Thank you toy story 3 for making me sad again... &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tylorleffler/statuses/4851195054"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Automatically shipped by &lt;a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com"&gt;LoudTwitter&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tizzleboo:63027</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Fantasy Sports</title>
    <published>2009-08-04T20:34:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-04T20:35:04Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine you manage a coven of baseball-playing vampires. The Cullen family is really strong this year and you want to bring in a ringer. Which currently active MLB baseball player do you sire?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_seannau' lj:user='seannau' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://seannau.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://seannau.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;seannau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1007'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1007"&gt;View 502 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
  &lt;img alt="" src="http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/tt213/SvenvW/GIF%20Pictures/166koz4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fu LJ fu.&lt;br /&gt;srsly?&lt;br /&gt;like, really are you kidding me with this nonsense??&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tizzleboo:45900</id>
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    <title>tizzleboo @ 2008-12-25T11:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-25T16:09:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T16:09:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adorama.com/images/articles/060806_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a case, and another lense, and a book for dummies. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tizzleboo:33207</id>
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    <title>you don't have to read this.  it's an essay for my AP english class.</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T00:53:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T01:05:13Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It's sappy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not everyone has gone through an experience that has changed their lives by the age of sixteen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not every teenager knows what their life could have been like if one event had been altered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don't really think they think about it that much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Life altering situations seem to happen everyday, but most of the time your moving so fast you don't notice them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was seven when my life was altered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Too young to understand exactly how it would be changed, but now that I'm older, and I've reflected on the past I know exactly what's made me who I am, going to be, will always be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I was seven, the first house my family had ever owned, and will ever own until present day, burned down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You see, I'm the oldest child in my home family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I'm the only girl, and I have two younger, disabled brothers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had never had that much responsibility; however I was a little kid so you wouldn't expect that much out of me anyways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I spent most of my free time playing with my dollhouse, or being the teacher when my brothers and cousins wanted to play school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I guess you could say everything was normal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a normal childhood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just wish that feeling of being a child hadn't ended so abruptly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;September 6, 1998.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was once told the more you think about a memory the more it fades.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don't think that happened for this day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mom, dad, my brothers, and I were going to the grocery store.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone stayed in the car while my mom went in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don't remember much else until we got the phone call, so I couldn't say how long we were waiting in the car for my mother, if we would have gotten home before the incident occurred if we had never went, if something a lot more devastating could have happened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember the phone call though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe not crystal clear, but I believe this was the gist of it:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dad's cell phone rings, &amp;quot;Hello? ... My house?!&amp;quot;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then he rushed into the store to get my mother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember her looking bewildered, I still didn't know what was going on, I noticed how she didn't have any groceries, so I asked why.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I never got an answer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember so many phone calls while we were in the car ( I might have imagined them though), a lot of pointless shouting, and then pulling up to Justin Road and seeing smoke, the fire trucks, everyone standing outside and gawking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew what had happened now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I understood, but I couldn't stand to cry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew if I cried my brothers would realize something was wrong, and even then I wanted to protect them form things I knew would scare them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We couldn't drive up to the house, so we pulled into a neighbor's drive way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember how that nice lady let us use the bathroom, to me it was a chance to confirm with my mother what I already knew, and my dad had gone to the house already to talk to police.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I was standing in front of the mirror with her and I asked if the smoke was coming from our house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She said yes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That's when I began to cry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ever since that day, my whole world changed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We didn't have a permanent home for a year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The only things I have left from that house are a stuffed bear and a few knick knacks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ever since that day I took on more responsibility.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ever since that day I really did start to grow up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I started to appreciate things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To this day I still don't care much for material possessions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's great to have nice things, but every time I get something new my brain automatically reminds myself that it could be taken away at any second.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You could lose everything you once loved.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ever since that day I slowly began to realize how precious life is, and can be if you just take the time to notice. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>tizzleboo @ 2008-08-03T21:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T01:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-04T01:01:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just feel the need to say that I love my bestfriends.  They are all so unique, and have such strong personalities, I never get bored.  &lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate shopping because I hate spending money.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.</content>
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