<?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-5213815</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:24:30.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballroom Dancing</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the blog of all-american boy ben,and maybe judd.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213815.post-106806366842142837</id><published>2003-11-05T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:21:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did it....&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with her...&lt;br /&gt;and ya'll know what?Even though todays been a living hell b/c i broke up with her, even though half of my friends hate me b/c of it.....im really glad i did.Also...i told my mom about my grades before i got them last night...how did i do that?usually im sneaking them out of the mailbox...but i did it and im glad.she was happy.Happy...even though i got an f and 2 d's.i think im gunna go bak to bein a good person yanno?it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-106806366842142837?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106806366842142837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106806366842142837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806366842142837' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-106799354918687748</id><published>2003-11-04T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:52:45.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soo confused....another question...If i know im human and hate humans why do i still act so human.why do i constantly act so mortal all the time.I know what i should do...I know its right...I know it'll help me in the future...so why do i torture myself with guilt and shame???Do i crave paine?Do i  do this for entertain ment....i think im just as bad as those ppl who go out and cut themselves to feel pain.Maybe worse...WHY DO I PUT UP WITH MYSELF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-106799354918687748?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106799354918687748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106799354918687748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799354918687748' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-106798197027931564</id><published>2003-11-04T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:42:27.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh whats up homie llamz?And why the hell does that have two ll at the beginning???oh well...wanted to go sk8ing today but everyone couldnt so i didnt....such a nice day to waste.I still am searching for answeres, prolly ones ill never find.&lt;br /&gt;An old friend told me that love isnt real....its just lust.At first i argued with her and told her she was rong but now im agreeing with her.There was love but its all gone now...people make so many things and call it love.Talking on the fone with a girl is not love!writing her damn notes is not love!having sex with her, for gods sake is not love!&lt;br /&gt;so why do they call it making love?     humans r idiots.....&lt;br /&gt;Being able to truely say you would do absolutly the BEST thing for this person(not what they want you to do) is love.And i think i just answered one of my own questions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-106798197027931564?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106798197027931564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106798197027931564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106798197027931564' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-106790940243143350</id><published>2003-11-03T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:30:17.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry i havnt posted lately but thasok cuz i am now.I dispise human feelings.lol nice way to start off huh?well ya see i only want one thing right now.To get away from everything and everyone right now and sort things out.Things are so confusing right now.I dont want to lose what i have but what i have isnt really what i want....i feel like such an ass because after everything ive done and after everything thats happend i still dont know whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is...the only thing i do understand is the one i wish i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;well ill talk t0 yaz later i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-106790940243143350?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106790940243143350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106790940243143350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106790940243143350' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-106781410898536089</id><published>2003-11-02T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T15:02:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god  ben post for crin out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways long time no talk,i got a new blog&lt;br /&gt;http://www.juddlife.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out and email me at driger44833@aol.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-106781410898536089?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106781410898536089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106781410898536089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106781410898536089' title=''/><author><name>judson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918271096113969418</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-5213815.post-106574456825716499</id><published>2003-10-09T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T17:09:28.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my blog in which i will soon be posting. I just got ths awsome blog from my friend Judd. His blog is at &lt;a href="http://www.juddlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so check it out. And if you want an awsome blog like this one email him at driger44833@aol.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-106574456825716499?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106574456825716499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/106574456825716499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106574456825716499' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-91952275</id><published>2003-04-03T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:09:28.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time to post,&lt;br /&gt;if you wan't my story go to,&lt;br /&gt;http://silentdeath.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91952275?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91952275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91952275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91952275' title=''/><author><name>judson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918271096113969418</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-5213815.post-91950568</id><published>2003-04-03T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:35:14.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yall,&lt;br /&gt;well cindys not feelin to well but im gunna try to make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she might take her ex back,i dont want her to but i also dont want her livin a lie,so i guess we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol or maybe i wrote to soon,ah to hell with it all see you guys i think im gunna syink bomb the spring dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5213815-91950568?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91950568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91950568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91950568' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-91881970</id><published>2003-04-02T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T17:54:03.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright yall!!im back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok well i still love cindy &lt;br /&gt;she wrote the most beatiful poem and i was like in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;o well shes not goin to the dance wit me i dont think&lt;br /&gt;thats ok well im gunna talk to my sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;c ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;today was good and great, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91881970?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91881970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91881970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91881970' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-91742047</id><published>2003-03-31T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T16:34:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow ben's right,&lt;br /&gt;life is strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i made this avatar for th OB and it was too big so i like showin it off,&lt;br /&gt;http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&amp;postid=376333&lt;br /&gt;let it run through once before judging,&lt;br /&gt;and email me if yu like it,&lt;br /&gt;silentdeath@trigun.com,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school i had a fun time learning how strange animals have sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall Good!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91742047?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91742047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91742047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91742047' title=''/><author><name>judson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918271096113969418</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-5213815.post-91679170</id><published>2003-03-30T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T18:19:41.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love cindy!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol well i have no other life so its just love.she dont belive me (well i think she does but she wants me to prove it sooooo)soooo i gotta do somehin to show her.any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;well thats bout it so u wanna add judd go ahead my man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;today was freakin awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91679170?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91679170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91679170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91679170' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-91629043</id><published>2003-03-29T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T17:55:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright today is a day of....i dunno its a day, any way,&lt;br /&gt;my home life sucks, i sent in a poem to this poem place and there gunna publish it. thing is they sent a letter in the mail and now parents know.i dont want them to know i write poetry, my damn dad is already taunting me bout it.&lt;br /&gt;school life sucks also, im gunna get a bad reading grade o well...&lt;br /&gt;and social life, well i asked her to the dance, on one condition.....she wasnt allowed to answere for a week.&lt;br /&gt;well im gunna go call her, c yall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;today was confusing,disterbing, thought rising, chest pounding,guilt feeling and just plain....well just plain joyfull.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91629043?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91629043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91629043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91629043' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02813183173992886956</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-5213815.post-91581607</id><published>2003-03-28T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T18:49:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ben is a great person,&lt;br /&gt;after all i'v bee throh with a girl he's been there rooting me on,&lt;br /&gt;he and i ar turning over a new leaf,&lt;br /&gt;no more bitch girls for us,&lt;br /&gt;we need no one exept someone that will treat us and our friends right.&lt;br /&gt;we need angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun,new,and exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91581607?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91581607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5213815/posts/default/91581607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballroomdancing.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91581607' title=''/><author><name>judson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918271096113969418</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-5213815.post-91514518</id><published>2003-03-27T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T17:30:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay,&lt;br /&gt;well heres my first entry enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;ok well try this:get a girl friend,go out with her for 4 months,love her with all your heart and all along she was lieing and deciving you!!&lt;br /&gt;life is cruel!&lt;br /&gt;and then defend her when your friends are bringin her down!&lt;br /&gt;o well who needs a bitch like her.let her have ty,or matt or whoever she can get.&lt;br /&gt;any way lets talk bout somethin that didnt happen 5 days ago,like today.&lt;br /&gt;well cindy wrote me and so did lauron.lauron thinks i like cindy.&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;br /&gt;and if i do does it matter,cuz i doubt she likes me.&lt;br /&gt;will i ask her to the spring dance?stay tunned in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;today was confusing and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5213815-91514518?l=ballroomdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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