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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=145 BGCOLOR="#3366CC" TEXT="#080000" background="03eff483.gif"> <div> <B><IMG SRC="0666f5f0.gif" border=0 width="111" height="95" ALT="Bitmap Image" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <div> <B>this is me</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>1-27-02</B></div> <div> <B>this sucks.    i  couldnt update  for the last week. its not my fault. i started adult school and it sucked. bye--pen</B></div> <div> <B>listening to ja rule- between me and you</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>1-17-02</B></div> <div> <B>ok, finally  they have the site back up.  what shit my life is. i start adult school on tuesday. i have to go tuesday and thursday for 3 hours. it is going to suck... im glad i can write now.  this is like a journal to me but better because i think that there is at least some  point in doing it. god... my life sucks... DAMMIT! i have homework i HAVE to do cause its already like 3 weeks late... so later! pen</B></div> <div> <B> </B></div> <div> <B>listening to outcast- the whole world</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>     </B></div> <div> <B>1-14-02</B></div> <div> <B>Yesterday our very own president of the united states choked on a fucking  pretzle while watching football and fell unconsious. is there anything more pathetic? what if he would have died. that'll look good in the history books??? and then tonight they try to explain it all on   the news about how he could choke and the path that the damn fucking pretzle took. what the fuck?? its a fucking pretzle. no excuses. god damn!! i will take a minute to calm down now. ok, im going to try to update everyday but i dont think i can do it. oh well... today was sooo boring. i usually have some fun at lunch or brunch but i didnt today. i think its because it was so damn cold. anyway, oh i also meant to take my camera to school to get pictures but i forgot it. i dont really have anything interesting to tell today. actually 1st period was really rad today. me and denise  talked about old memories from like freshman year. it was mainly about my lil *cough*get to gether*cough*. its not like nobody knows. everyone knows i think. ok about two years ago i had a get to gether, blah blah blah, alcohol, blah blah blah, three guys three girls left, more alcohol, and i think everyone gets the picture. but its funny cause, well... lets call him guy "A", A got one girl, girl A. Guy B got two girls, Girl B and Girl C. and guy C didnt get any. </B><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#33FFFF" FACE="Arial" ><B>well, he probably got dogA but thats not confirmed. poor mega... dog A. </B></FONT><B>All i gots to say is your a pimp xav... um... guy B.  HEY GUYS LOOK ITS SNOWING.... wait a minute... thats TOILET PAPER!!!! inside joke. someday i will explain. later... pen</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>listening to blink 182- i wanna </B><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#33FFFF" FACE="Arial" ><B>fuck a dog in the ass</B></FONT></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>1-13-02</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Ok, msn pisses me off all the time.  i want to get up and throw my computer against the wall... but i wouldnt get to write to all my friends now would i. soooo i wont. This day is gonna suck, i know it will. i think i will go golfing. which is more like a chore than having fun. i guess its because its such a major part of my life. it will get me to college and hopefully on tour someday. for those of you who dont know me i have been playing golf since i was 9, and now im 16. sooo yeah, im serious about it.  i added some pictures but not much. they take so damn long to load.  so... thats it.</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>Listening to Mary J. Blige- family affair</B></div> <div> <B>Thinking about listening to in the end by linkin park</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>1-12-02</B></div> <div> <B>yeah, im soooo bored right now it isnt even funny.  my mother agrivates me so bad. she is such an idiot when it comes to computers. she gets so mad at the simplest things like the mouse sticking. and then she tries to blame it on me. fuck, yeah i just popped open the mouse, took out the little ball  when outside, rubbed it around in the dirt for a while, maybe even drove over it, and then came back in and replaced it just so it would give her problems... What the hell... it isnt even her computer. its mine and i can do whatever the fuck i want to on it.  god, why doesnt she just go drink her stupid ass wine.  </B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>listening to blink- Grandpa is an asshole</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>ok, im starting over with this site. so there arent any other post except for the ones below.  its been awhile since i last posted. oh well. well, you wanna know how i brought in the new year? at home, on my couch, by myself....WATCHING </B><B><U>DISNEY</U></B><B>!!! i mean, c'mon now.  we (me and my friend) had everything worked out. we had rides to all the parties,  we even had someone 21. but what do my parents do???? the say no just because it was new years. and you wanna know what is even more fucked up??? no? too bad. they went out themselfs. i went out partying  every new year since the 7th grade and they all of a sudden make up this rule now??? seriously... oh, i went back to school on monday. it sucked. i had a whole new schedual because my counslor is an idiot. my sister had her baby on thursday morning... at like 3:00 in the morning. its saturday and i'm still tired. well... i gotta go.</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>listening to blink 182- dammit</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>12-10-01</B></div> <div> <B>ok, i went to school today. it was boring, as usuall.  i played tennis after school with my golf coach, she kicked my butt and now i owe her a box of oranges. congrats coach lozano...i will get you next time!!! ok,  my ag science coach wasnt there today so i dont know when my interview for the flower mill is, or if i even have one. thats about it...</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>listening to linkin park- in the end</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>12-9-01</B></div> <div> <B> i went to church. oh, i went to my grampas and got oranges. yum... he also gave me some of my grandmothers jewelry... aww... i have my costume all ready for thursday. thursday is our model "A" club christmas get together. i dress in 1920's clothes. my mom bought me a new hat to wear. its really pretty. My mom made me happy today. my grandpas dog died today:-(. my cousin was like, "penny come here" so i went  downstairs and she was like, (wispering) "i think heidi is dead". so i had to go out and check, of course i wouldnt touch her. i didnt see her breathing and i was yelling her name like right in her fucking ear. well, you know how your eyes play tricks on you, i thought i saw her chest move but i wasnt shure. soooo.... we got cathy, my uncles fiancee, she came out with us and she checked her but she touched her and sure enough, she was dead. i didnt want to tell grampa and my cousin and cathy didnt want to tell grampa so we got my uncle mike, he went out and checked her, ok, like she was going to be alive when he touched her? fuck... but you know.. so he told my grampa. he had been expecting it, she was old and she was sick. he had taken her to the doctor but there wasnt anything to do.  so... R.I.P Heidi...ok, now think of that song, um... another one bites the dust...</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>listening to good charlette- little things</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>12-8-01</B></div> <div> <B>ok, today i went shopping, it was alright, but kindof crouded.  OH YEAH... my stupid dog went pee on my leg!!! stupid dog... and my other dog and my cat got into a fight... my cat won. ick, im really tierd... i stayed up till 3 last night. oh, congrats to Lindsay for there victory, and that pic. of memo in the paper was pretty rad too!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>listening to The Descendents- I'm not a loser</B></div> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000" background="03fff483.gif"> <div> <B>Pen</B></div> <div> <IMG SRC="040f0050.gif" border=0 width="496" height="5" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <A HREF="id8.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="me"><U>me</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id16.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="stuff"><U>stuff</U></A></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id3.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="pictures of the new baby"><U>pictures of the new baby</U></A></div> <div>   <a href="http://htmlgear.lycos.com/specs/guest.html" target="_top"><img border="0" ismap src="http://htmlgear.lycos.com/img/guest/gb_white.gif"></a><br> <a href="http://guestworld.tripod.lycos.com/guest/control.guest?u=pennypoo_16&i=6&a=view" target="_top"><font face="arial,helv,helvetica,sans serif" size="-1">View My Guestbook</font></a><br> <a href="http://guestworld.tripod.lycos.com/guest/control.guest?u=pennypoo_16&i=6&a=sign" target="_top"><font face="arial,helv,helvetica,sans serif" size="-1">Sign My Guestbook</font></a><br>   </div> <div> Sign my Guestbook or i will </div> <div> hunt you down and kill you!</div> <div>  <div align="center"><p> <a href="http://pub43.bravenet.com/forum/show.php?usernum=3662043419&cpv=1"> <img src="http://images.bravenet.com/brpics/viewfm.gif" border="0" width="100" height="35" /></a> <a href="http://www.bravenet.com/"> <img src="http://images.bravenet.com/brpics/forumbut.gif" border="0" width="100" height="35" /></a> </div>  </div> </td> </tr></table></body>