<?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-3775142</id><updated>2012-01-10T20:22:14.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ri's so called life...</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts on my hellish life..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Riana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443890885110206989</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775142.post-105748867929192596</id><published>2003-07-06T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T03:51:19.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh i guess i thought i was going to let this blog die.  I guess i was wrong.  Ok tonights eventful things were going to see Hemlock in Flagstaff at Mad I's.  It's a shit hole venue in flagstaff, az.  I think the house of sound in kingman was nicer.  But i went and talked to my friend danny which is now the new temporary guitarist since their old guitarist dj left.  And also found out that jesse (usually merch boy and door guy) now plays a few songs with hemlock (as the guitarist).   Plus i got to meet and see the new drummer.  Well the eventful parts involved me being there by myself so i did my usual talk to anyone untill i make some temp "friends."  Well i made temp friends with the people that worked and ran and were friends with the people that worked at this tattoo shop kind of downstairs from Mad I.  Well they all seemed nice and cool till after the show.  But i'm going to tell you about the show first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right before i went in to see hemlock (i missed all the other bands because i was hangin out at the tattoo shop) i ran into the merch girl/girlfriend of someone in soul clown (opening band).  Well me and her drank JAGER and then go inside.  Well she had drank too much and i had taken some aderol earlier.  So between the two of us we were decently fucked up.  We went into the show and had a blast.  I moshed and i danced i did some headbanging.  I just royally enjoyed myself.  Well afterwards i guess cassie (merch girl) got really sick and puked everywhere.  Well second to last song was playing and only 3 guys were moshing (well really just walking around in a circle) so i decided what the hell.. i will join them and show up all these wannabe macho guys that a chick in a plaid skirt and HUGE chunk shoes can do it why can't you.  Well through out that whole song there were max 6 of us.  Well for the last song i was still in there and 30 people tried to pile in.  Needless to say some Huge Indian guy ran straight into my sternum with his shoulder and knocked the wind out of me.  So i gave up and went outside for some air and found the people from the tattoo shop hanging out and smoking cigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so i decide to hang out with them for awhile.  Talked to danny and chad and jesse and even mike from hemlock afterwards.  Talked to another girlfriend and some people in soulclown.  But after all this we all went down into the tattoo shop to chill.  Well i'm just hanging out and have some fun talking to a few people but i was hella hyper.  (i get a burst of energy after shows) and so i'm talking with my hands (nothing new) and i have my legs crossed and i'm moving one of them (also nothing new when i'm in a skirt) and then i was talking a lot (which i had been doing all day).  Well the chick that works there decided to ask me if i was a tweeker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the quickest way to make me hate you is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be a tweeker&lt;br /&gt;2.  Accuse me of being a tweeker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me i'm overly healthy.. definately wouldn't kill me to lose a few pounds and also that i'm extremely mellow and i hate that shit.  But from time to time i get hyper.  Well after she asks me to leave she then proceeds to tell me that it's just they are going to party and since i have no money i should go because no one likes a mooch.  Well i had already made an agreeance with everyone that i was going to hang out with soulclown or hemlock after the show.  Well hemlock was going to hang out down there.  So where am i suppose to be.  Where the bitch that accused me of being a tweeker was.   So i gave up and i went and tried to find everyone else.  Chad went to the hotel to sleep.  Danny had to leave to go camp with some friends.  Mike and Jesse went and hung out downstairs at the tattoo place.  All of soulclown had left by the time the bitch kikd me out.  So i had nothing to do.  I should have made the bitch hang out with me outside till my ride came  =)  that would have been funny and she would have missed her hits of the "J."  That would have definately pissed her off.  Ohh well so i was pist and grinding my teeth even till now while i'm talking about it.. so my jaw hurts and i have a nice headache.  But i need to go to sleep because my left hand is going numb.. and i'm typing way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and goodbye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3775142-105748867929192596?l=riana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default/105748867929192596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default/105748867929192596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riana.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105748867929192596' title=''/><author><name>Riana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443890885110206989</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-3775142.post-81496690</id><published>2002-09-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T00:04:22.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.. it's me again.. almost made 2 posts in one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again tonight i hung out with this Robert guy.  I think something may happen between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3775142-81496690?l=riana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default/81496690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default/81496690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riana.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81496690' title=''/><author><name>Riana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443890885110206989</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-3775142.post-81474799</id><published>2002-09-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T00:01:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today is the ominous September 11th.  What do I feel about this day; nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night i had a great night minus a horrible headache.I hung out with this cute sweet guy named Robert.  It's been a long time since &lt;br /&gt;i have actually been around a guy that i thought was cute and charming, and treated me with decency.  I'm sorry my spelling is shit but it &lt;br /&gt;happens.   I met Robert just last saturday night at my friend's b-day party out at "the spot."  I know I was drinking heavily that night so i &lt;br /&gt;don't quite remember how it happened, but the next thing i knew is Reney, Robert and I were chillin in his truck and he puts his arm &lt;br /&gt;around me.  That's how we chilled all night until these stupid fuck's decided to bust into everyone's peaceful sobering night and try to kick &lt;br /&gt;my friends ass.  But anywho later that night i tried to kiss Robert and that failed miserably.  I gave him my phone number in hopes he &lt;br /&gt;would call.  Of course he didn't call till tuesday so i was all worried wondering why the fuck he hadn't called yet.  But he did call.. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday.  I invited him to go grocery shopping with me.  Next thing you know we are back at my house kikin it in my room.  Around &lt;br /&gt;10pm he puts his arm around me while we were watching The Simpsons.  My dad kiked up out of the house around 10:30pm, so we &lt;br /&gt;decided to go to one of the parks in my town that's by the elementary school i attended.While we were chillin there we were holding &lt;br /&gt;hands and things like that a cop came into patrol the park and came to the car to check and see what we were doing.  He took our I.D's &lt;br /&gt;and ran a check on the plates of the car.  The cop told us that the park is closed right now and if we could please leave.  We &lt;br /&gt;consequently went back to Roberts house to hang out for awhile longer.  Durring our span of sittin there we saw a police helicopter patrol &lt;br /&gt;the area with a spot light and then a HUGE storm of extreme lightening and rain started.  Of course this gave me the perfect excuse to &lt;br /&gt;stay.  We start asking personal questions and we end up kissing and stuff.  Then he goes to check the clock and it's 4:08am.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately i had to get home so I gave him a kiss goodbye and that was the end of the evening.  He told me to call today so i guess i &lt;br /&gt;will here shortly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3775142-81474799?l=riana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default/81474799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3775142/posts/default/81474799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riana.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81474799' title=''/><author><name>Riana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09443890885110206989</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>
