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		<title>Ditch Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[February 24, 1994 On this day my high school buddy and I ditched the last 2 periods of school. We went out to lunch and just didn&#8217;t go back. (I&#8217;m not sure my Mother knows about this&#8230;sorry Mom!) And what did we doduring this rebellious act? Shop? Pick up boys? Drink stolen beer behind the [...]]]></description>
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<p>On this day my high school buddy and I ditched the last 2 periods of school. We went out to lunch and just didn&#8217;t go back. (I&#8217;m not sure my Mother knows about this&#8230;sorry Mom!) And what did we doduring this rebellious act? Shop? Pick up boys? Drink stolen beer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R8EWcdYgb6I/AAAAAAAAB84/GSgmuruCcHE/s1600-h/ditch2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R8EWcdYgb6I/AAAAAAAAB84/GSgmuruCcHE/s200/ditch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170438525377605538" border="0" /></a>  behind the bleachers? We went back to my house and washed my parents car.  How lame.  Even more lame&#8230;we took a picture of it.</p>
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		<title>This Date In..</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1988 &#8211; This is going to be the best 21 Jumpstreet yet! We go to church tonight and mom plays the organ. 1991 &#8211; Well, so much has happened! Let me start from the beginning. (Boy name) has a girlfriend now, so the situation with him is just friends. We really don&#8217;t talk much anymore. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R4f4-fF44YI/AAAAAAAABrQ/eJftW4YhvrM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R4f4-fF44YI/AAAAAAAABrQ/eJftW4YhvrM/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154362050930598274" border="0" /></a>1988 &#8211; This is going to be the best 21 Jumpstreet yet!  We go to church tonight and mom plays the organ.</p>
<p>1991 &#8211; Well, so much has happened!  Let me start from the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R4f5EfF44ZI/AAAAAAAABrY/vFWd9Fnuw1U/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R4f5EfF44ZI/AAAAAAAABrY/vFWd9Fnuw1U/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154362154009813394" border="0" /></a> beginning.  (Boy name) has a girlfriend now, so the situation with him is just friends.  We really don&#8217;t talk much anymore.  (A different boy name) is a bum! <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> {I wish I could remember why I wrote that.  I wasn&#8217;t</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> v</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ery nice!} </span> It&#8217;s like just because we aren&#8217;t boyfriend/girlfriend anymore we can&#8217;t be friends!  <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">{I was only 15 and wasn&#8217;t allowed to date, so what was I doing having a boyfriend!?}</p>
<p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R4f5x_F44bI/AAAAAAAABro/vW1I9gCRCH4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/R4f5x_F44bI/AAAAAAAABro/vW1I9gCRCH4/s200/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154362935693861298" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1993 &#8211; Well, yesterday we were robbed again!  This time they took </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">lots of stuff, my stereo, c.d. p</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">layer, t.v., phone, leather jacket&#8230;.<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">{I </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">drone on and on listing everything they took}</span>.  I can&#8217;t believe some stranger was in my house and touched all my stuff.  We have an alarm system now so that&#8217;s kinda comforting.  The thing that is really upsetting is that my scrapbook was in my stereo.  All of the things that I wanted show my children are gone!  All my certificates, piano stuff, diplomas, pictures, cards.  All of it&#8217;s gone.  That makes me very sad!  Sorry kids!  <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">{Look at me looking out for my kids 9 years before they were born!}<br /></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>Another Episode of..</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>AllyZabba</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[..this date in history&#8230; (written just like I wrote it then)1988 &#8211; Today we were one hour late from school. I did not know how though, so I was at school at 8:30 cause our electricity was out. I woke up at 7:30. This man came to the door. Everyone is worried he&#8217;ll come back. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>..this date in history&#8230;</p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">(written just like I wrote it then)<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/RZyOALCtnaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4rrTBvaf7Yw/s1600-h/1988.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/RZyOALCtnaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4rrTBvaf7Yw/s200/1988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016040218599202210" border="0" /></a><br />1988 &#8211; Today we were one hour late from school.  I did not know how though, so I was at school at 8:30 cause our electricity was out.  I woke up at 7:30.  This man came to the door.  Everyone is worried he&#8217;ll come back. <span style="font-style: italic;">(It was this crazy guy in army fatigues banging on our front door </span><span style="font-style: italic;">yelling that he knew we were in there and we should open the door..creepy)</span></p>
<p>1993 &#8211; Well it&#8217;s a new year!  Christmas was really good!  We had fun just staying home and playing with Dad&#8217;s new game boy!  He&#8217;s gonna need lots of new batteries, and soon!  My braces came off December 15.  I&#8217;m really glad those gross things are gone.  Horray!  I finally<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/RZyOMrCtnbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Naz62NRlSeU/s1600-h/winterformal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/RZyOMrCtnbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Naz62NRlSeU/s200/winterformal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016040433347567026" border="0" /></a> asked (insert boy name here) to winter formal.  I hope it goes well and nothing stupid happens.  <span style="font-style: italic;">(It was a horrible date!  All night I tried to convince him that we should be &#8220;together&#8221;..it was terrible)</span> This &#8220;thing&#8221; with (winter formal boy) is really confusing.  I don&#8217;t know what&#8217;s up.  Maybe it would be better for us to just be friends.  And then there is (insert DaddyZabba&#8217;s name here!!)  I don&#8217;t know what is up with him either!  I&#8217;m too confused!</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/RZyOULCtncI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L8n7l946k_k/s1600-h/thegrad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_318zsqlKDFo/RZyOULCtncI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L8n7l946k_k/s200/thegrad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016040562196585922" border="0" /></a>1994 &#8211; In six months I will graduate.  Wow.  I wonder what this year will bring.  I&#8217;ll start college this year.  Other than that I have no clue!  To start off the year I worked (at McDonalds).  I guess that&#8217;s good.  I started off the year on the right foot.  I hope that brings good fortune!</p>
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		<title>This Date In&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://blog.allyzabba.com/2006/10/this-date-in/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 03:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1987 &#8211; Went to Chung King with my class. 1989 &#8211; Today nothing really &#8220;big&#8221; happened. At 9:00pm (insert boy name here) called and he kept saying that he knew someone who likes me. It turns out that it&#8217;s him! I already knew that, but I figured that it was over. I really don&#8217;t know [...]]]></description>
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<p>1989 &#8211; Today nothing really &#8220;big&#8221; happened.  At 9:00pm (insert boy name here) called and he kept saying that he knew someone who likes me.  It turns out that it&#8217;s him!  I already knew that, but I figured that it was over.  I really don&#8217;t know what to do about it!  Should I pursue it, forget about it or what!  I don&#8217;t know if I am over (insert different boy name here)!  He&#8217;s cute and all but he lies, and well I don&#8217;t know.  Life&#8217;s just rough!  I guess I&#8217;ll let nature take it&#8217;s course.</p>
<p>1991 &#8211; I don&#8217;t know what made me pick up this journal today.  I guess I should just write.  (Insert girl name here) is really bugging me lately.  She really knows how to get on my nerves!  Something about her REALLY bugs me! Who knows!  For my birthday (insert boy name here) sent me a bracelet.  It&#8217;s really pretty!  I miss him so much.  Sometimes I think that this will work out and we&#8217;ll be together and other times I feel like it&#8217;s useless cuz&#8217; he lives so far away!  I just don&#8217;t know.</p>
<p>1993 &#8211; Lately I&#8217;ve been talking to (insert boy name here) a lot.  Tonight when I talked to him we started talking about dances at school &amp; to make a long story short he&#8217;s going to winter formal with me!  He said that he&#8217;d go with me if I went to his.</p>
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