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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/"><title>What a LIFE</title><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>What a LIFE</title><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ff/b9d003aebe3036796369b0b12fe536_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/my_mom~2465218/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/title~2435904/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/a_ok_day_so_far~2424408/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/title~2420081/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/my_step_dad~2414720/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/how_should_i_start~2414398/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/my_mom~2465218/"><default:title>My mom</default:title><default:link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/my_mom~2465218/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-06-16T20:27:50+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary and to everyone who is reading,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now what a borning summer&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysleep.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="24"&gt; and I do not get my mom. I mean she thinks I'm a little kid. When we went to the moves and she told me to go to the bathroom baby face. It was so bad. My face was so red&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/11redface.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt;. Now I don't want to go back to the same moves. Now my mom will never leave my side. All I did is ask her if she will take me to the moves and now she is glued to me. Which I don't get? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                  By: WOW_not_the_best_life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/my_mom~2465218/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><strong>Dear Diary and to everyone who is reading,</p>
	<p>Now what a borning summer<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysleep.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="24"> and I do not get my mom. I mean she thinks I&#39;m a little kid. When we went to the moves and she told me to go to the bathroom baby face. It was so bad. My face was so red<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/11redface.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15">. Now I don&#39;t want to go back to the same moves. Now my mom will never leave my side. All I did is ask her if she will take me to the moves and now she is glued to me. Which I don&#39;t get? </strong></p>
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	<p><strong>                  By: WOW_not_the_best_life</strong></p>
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/title~2435904/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>hey
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<p> <small> <a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/title~2435904/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/a_ok_day_so_far~2424408/"><default:title>A ok day so far</default:title><default:link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/a_ok_day_so_far~2424408/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-06-09T22:25:29+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Dear Diary and everyone who is reading,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today was okay not the best, but not the worst. Mom, David, Boo-boo, and I went to see are photos. Which was very (very) boring.&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_yawn.gif" border="0" alt="" width="19" height="16"&gt; I did get some Chickfilet&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;. Then we went to SuperTarget and I brought my IPod, then my mom took it way and said "I would like to talk to and I want you to hear me." What ever&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayupsetw.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="22"&gt;, but I did get cute new shorts&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;. I did get my IPod back when we got back in the car. Now I'm at home and just looking at everyone's blog (who let me see them). At 5 I got to babysit 3 kids which I hope will be fun&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/12neutral.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt;. But who knows right?&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/08wink.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt; Well the good thing is I will get pay $20&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;              From,&lt;br&gt;             WOW_not_the_best_life&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/a_ok_day_so_far~2424408/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Dear Diary and everyone who is reading,</p>
	<p>Today was okay not the best, but not the worst. Mom, David, Boo-boo, and I went to see are photos. Which was very (very) boring.<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_yawn.gif" border="0" alt="" width="19" height="16"> I did get some Chickfilet<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18">. Then we went to SuperTarget and I brought my IPod, then my mom took it way and said "I would like to talk to and I want you to hear me." What ever<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayupsetw.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="22">, but I did get cute new shorts<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18">. I did get my IPod back when we got back in the car. Now I&#39;m at home and just looking at everyone&#39;s blog (who let me see them). At 5 I got to babysit 3 kids which I hope will be fun<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/12neutral.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15">. But who knows right?<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/08wink.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"> Well the good thing is I will get pay $20<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18">.  </p>
	<p>              From,<br>             WOW_not_the_best_life<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"></p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Well to was very bording. I was so bored,  I help my mom clean up the house with out being ask.  My mom was very scary and ask me if  I was okay. I didn't fill like cleaning any more so I went for a bike ride. I saw some god things, when I was happy boom it happen, I fell off my bike on to the street. But now the house looks good and my room was clean. My mom is cooking something I don't want to say. It look like it has eye-balls (raw). Now how gross is that. I'm not going to eat any of it. Lets just hope Player will eat and if don't I'm in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;                                            From,&lt;br&gt;                                          Wow_not_the _best_life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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	<p>Well to was very bording. I was so bored,  I help my mom clean up the house with out being ask.  My mom was very scary and ask me if  I was okay. I didn&#39;t fill like cleaning any more so I went for a bike ride. I saw some god things, when I was happy boom it happen, I fell off my bike on to the street. But now the house looks good and my room was clean. My mom is cooking something I don&#39;t want to say. It look like it has eye-balls (raw). Now how gross is that. I&#39;m not going to eat any of it. Lets just hope Player will eat and if don&#39;t I&#39;m in trouble. </p>
	<p>                                            From,<br>                                          Wow_not_the _best_life</strong></p>
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	&lt;p&gt;I got to ask you something do you have a step-mom or step-dad? Do they boss you around &gt;:-[ when your real mom or dad are not there, because if they do welcome to my life? My step-dad well that is a diffent story I mean he was so nice to me then wen my got maried&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;:'(, he stared to be mean well not like beet me up mean, but make up these dum (and I mean very very dum) rules. I don't know why he is like this, he's just not fun anymore. Sometimes I fill like I don't no him anymore. But I got to live with him. Well it is a good thing that my mom is here right?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;From,&lt;br&gt;wow_not_the_best_life&lt;/strong&gt;
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	<p>I got to ask you something do you have a step-mom or step-dad? Do they boss you around >:-[ when your real mom or dad are not there, because if they do welcome to my life? My step-dad well that is a diffent story I mean he was so nice to me then wen my got maried<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0">:&#39;(, he stared to be mean well not like beet me up mean, but make up these dum (and I mean very very dum) rules. I don&#39;t know why he is like this, he&#39;s just not fun anymore. Sometimes I fill like I don&#39;t no him anymore. But I got to live with him. Well it is a good thing that my mom is here right?</p>
	<p>From,<br>wow_not_the_best_life</strong>
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	&lt;p&gt;So what do I say first? Well i'm glad that school is out, but guess what i'm grounded in tell July, &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt="&gt;:-[" class="middle" border="0"&gt; all because I for got to take out the trash. I mean come on how dum is that. And guess what my best-best-friend Autumn makes plans with me but change it and with I hate her Melease&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. She is this girl that have eyes behide her devle horns. Autumn went to Melease's grandma house in tell July 20. Now i'm mad at Autumn. I mean I should be mad at Autumn right (I don't no). Do you know what else my boyfriend broke-up with me&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. He wasn't that fun any way or cute, so now all my friends and ex-boyfriend are gone some were else. I;m tring to get over him but it isn't that easy &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. So if any girls or boy who as a broken heart i'm with you (and of you know how to help me get over him please tell me).&lt;br&gt;
                  From,&lt;br&gt;
                   Wow_not_the_best_life
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/how_should_i_start~2414398/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Dear Diary and all who is reading,</p>
	<p>So what do I say first? Well i'm glad that school is out, but guess what i'm grounded in tell July, <img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt=">:-[" class="middle" border="0"> all because I for got to take out the trash. I mean come on how dum is that. And guess what my best-best-friend Autumn makes plans with me but change it and with I hate her Melease<img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0">. She is this girl that have eyes behide her devle horns. Autumn went to Melease's grandma house in tell July 20. Now i'm mad at Autumn. I mean I should be mad at Autumn right (I don't no). Do you know what else my boyfriend broke-up with me<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":&#39;(" class="middle" border="0">. He wasn't that fun any way or cute, so now all my friends and ex-boyfriend are gone some were else. I;m tring to get over him but it isn't that easy <img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0">. So if any girls or boy who as a broken heart i'm with you (and of you know how to help me get over him please tell me).<br>
                  From,<br>
                   Wow_not_the_best_life
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