<?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-470566154694848077</id><updated>2012-02-10T17:48:16.035-05:00</updated><category term='Dally'/><category term='Cade'/><category term='Brook'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Ponyboy'/><category term='Winston'/><category term='Stay'/><category term='The'/><category term='Gold'/><category term='Curtis'/><category term='Carson'/><category term='Johnny'/><category term='Jamie'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Chrismas'/><category term='Blair'/><category term='Friend'/><category term='Outsiders'/><category term='Kristi'/><category term='Sodapop'/><category term='S.E. Hinton'/><category term='Darry'/><category term='Soda'/><category term='Im'/><category term='Back'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Girl'/><category term='Hey'/><title type='text'>Ponyboy Curtis' Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6854607193475397616</id><published>2012-01-01T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:15:53.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar We're Going Down Swinging</title><content type='html'>It Was Like A Scene Out Of The Movie. The Bridge Was Decorated In Christmas Lights And Was Covered In Light, Fluffy Snow.  We Were Directly Under A Lamp Post. You Could Slightly See The Stars. It Was Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I Got Down On One Knee, And Pulled A Petite Box Out Of My Pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now That I Got Your Attention, Hopefully, I'll Start This Story On December 25 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pony! You Have Been Laying On The Floor For 2 Days Now. Get Up!" Darrel Growled After He Tripped Over Me 5 Too Many Times. "Why Should I?" I Groaned "I Have Nothing To Live For." I Was Laying Between The TV And The Door Because That's Exactly Where I Fell When I Heard The Horrible News. Yes Everyone, Britney Spears Engaged. &lt;br /&gt;"Pony," Darrel Said Sternly "It's Christmas. Get The Fuck Up. Open Your Presents And Eat Something." I Frowned But Got Up. Free Gifts, I Couldn't Give That Up!&lt;br /&gt;"What Did You Get Brooks?" Darrel Ask, Trying To Read The Newspaper. "I'm Not Sure Yet." I Replied Dryly. I've Been Searching Since Thanksgiving For The Perfect Gift, But Nothing Seemed Good Enough. It Was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; First Christmas Together....As A Couple. You Can Call Me A Faggot As Much As You Want For Saying This, But I Wanted It To Be Perfect. I Don't Want It To Be Our Last.&lt;br /&gt;Darrel Put Down His Coffee Mug. "Pony! All The Stores Are Close Now!" Thanks For Pointing Out The Obvious. "I'll Figure Out Something."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Soon The Curtis House Was Full Of People. The Whole Gang And Some Of The Shepards. Johnny Happened To Be My Favorite At The Time, Mostly Because Of The Present He Bought Me, The Britney Spears Live In Las Vegas DVD. I Died. Then Came Back To Life Shortly After. It Was Pretty Epic. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I Ate A Pie. It Was Delicious. It Was Covered In Candy Canes And Whipped Cream. Pure Tastyness.   &lt;br /&gt;Then Out Of The Corner Of My Eye, My Face Covered In Whipped Cream, I Saw The Prettiest Thing In The Whole Wide World, Brooklyn Cade. "Wou Wook Weal Wretty Wo Way."  I Managed To Mumble Out My Mouth Full Of The Amazingness That Is Pie. "What?" She Said Looking At Me All Confused. I Swallowed. "You Look Real Pretty Today" I Repeated Then Gave Her  A Kiss. "You Taste Like Pie." She Half Laughed Then Pulled Out Present From Behind Her Back. "It's Just A Little Something." &lt;br /&gt;I Ripped Apart The Red And Green Wrapping Paper To Reveal A Tiny Box. I Opened It. Inside Was The Best Present ANYONE Could Of Ever Given Me. It Was A Switchblade. Not Just Anyone Though. A Custom One With A Photo Of Britney Spears And I On It. "This...Is..." I Couldn't Even Think Of A Word To Describe How I Felt. "I Love You Brookie." She Smiled With Pleasure Knowing I Absolutely Adored Her Present. "What Did You Get Me?" She Asked. I Thought. Should I Lie? No. Truth. Girls Like The Truth, Or At Least That's What They Say. "I, Uhh, I Didn't Know What To Buy You." I Said Kind Of Quietly. She Jumped Off My Lap "What?" I Blabbed For A Bit About How I Just Didn't Know What To Get Her, Nothing Seemed Good Enough For Her. "We'll Pony, You Could Of At Least Got Me Something. Anything. Even Like Hair Grease." She Said "Something To Show Me You Tried." She Was Right I Thought. I Had No Good Argument Against That. She Kinda Stormed Out To Talk Jamie. &lt;br /&gt;After A Few Minutes Johnny Came To Talk To Me. "Didn't Buy Brook Something, Huh?" &lt;br /&gt;I Did A Man Grunt Meaning Yes. "We'll Hurry Up, Make Her Painting Or Something. It's What I Did For Angela."  "Nah Man," I Thought Out Loud, "I Gotta Do Something Really Good. Something Directly From The Heart....I GOT IT" I Told Johnny My Secret Plan, The Best Present. &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I Was Setting Up The Last Christmas Lights Around The Pole And Slipped On Some Black Ice. I Felt Horrible Pain Running Through My Left Leg. I Took Out My Phone From My Pocket And Called Brookie. "Brook." I Said Painfully "I'm Really Hurt Can You And Johnny Come Out Goldpost Lane?" She Sounded Really Worry And Said She'd Be There Soon.&lt;br /&gt;She Ran Up. Johnny Trailing Behind Her. "PONY! What's Wrong? What Happened?"  I &lt;br /&gt;"Smiled And Stood Up Off The Ground "Nothing. Im Perfectly Fine." She Looked At Me Confused Then Hit Me, "What The Hell Is Wrong With You?!" &lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas!" I Yelled The Kissed Her. She Looked Confused Again,"Wait Did You Decorate All Of This For Me?" I Nodded. "Not Just That...." &lt;br /&gt;It Was Like A Scene Out Of The Movie. The Bridge Was Decorated In Christmas Lights And Was Covered In Light, Fluffy Snow.  We Were Directly Under A Lamp Post. You Could Slightly See The Stars. It Was Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I Got Down On One Knee, And Pulled A Petite Box Out Of My Pocket. I Opened The Box Showing Absolutely Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"Brooklyn Cookie Cade, Will You Marry Me?" I Was Becoming All Sweaty And Nervous Like Everyone Says Happeneds. Is This How Soda Was? "I Know It Was Empty. But All The Jewelry Stores Were Closed And I Really Wanted To Do This. Today." &lt;br /&gt;"Pony....I Dont Know What To Say!" She Said Twirling Her Hair.&lt;br /&gt;"Say Yes." I Laughed Nervously.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeaah Boy! Get Someee!" Johnny Yelled With A Video Camera In His Hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Ponyboy, you're Only 17 And I'm 16...."&lt;br /&gt;"So, I Love You. Isn't That What Counts?" I Said&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, But?"&lt;br /&gt;"But What You Don't Love Me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I Do Love You!" She Paused. "Okay, I-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6854607193475397616?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6854607193475397616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2012/01/sugar-were-going-down-swinging.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6854607193475397616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6854607193475397616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2012/01/sugar-were-going-down-swinging.html' title='Sugar We&apos;re Going Down Swinging'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3155235832348128808</id><published>2011-07-23T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:00:08.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Just Say The Rest With No Sound?</title><content type='html'>Pony Knocked On Sodapop's Door, Early Saturday Morning. He Didn't Wait For Anyone To Answer The Door He Just Walked In. "Soda!" He Yelled "I Need To Talk To You!" He Then Sat On The Couch And Waited Patiently For Soda. He Walked Out Of The Kitchen With Chocolate Cake All Over His Face And A Plate Of Eggs With Jelly. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Should Of Known He'd Be Eating.&lt;/span&gt;  Pony Though. &lt;br /&gt;"Whats Up Pones?" Soda Ask Sitting In The Chair Across From The Couch."I Need An Idea For A Date With Brookie.  I Wanna Do Something I Haven't Before." Pony Replied. Soda Did One Of His Famous Smiles, "And You Want My Help Coming Up With An Idea?" Pony Gave Him An Annoyed Glare, "Why Else Would I Be Tell You This?" Soda Laughed, "Take Her Skydiving. That Sounds Pretty Epic!" Pony Thought For A Second, "She's Afraid Of Heights" Then Pony Continued To Think "I Have An Idea!" He Stated While Jumping Up Off The Couch. "Im Gonna Need Your Help Come On!"  Soda Sighed, But Decided To Be An Amazing Brother And Help His Even More Amazing Younger Brother, Pony.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Brook, We're Almost There." Pony Said Leading A Blindfolded Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;"Where Are We Going?" Brooklyn Said Smiling With Excitement. "No Where Exciting." Pony Replied. "Here We Are!" Pony Untied Her Blindfold To Reveal An Old Tree Fort. It Was Missing Part Of The Floor And The Paint Was Chipping Off. "You Brought Us Too The Old Tree House?" Brooklyn Asked. "Yup!" Pony Smiled Real Big "So Why Are We Here?" Brooklyn Asked Generally Confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Good Question!" Pony Said "I Thought We Could Go Through Some Of Our Old Memories, All The Good Ones, At Least." He Put His Arm Around Her Shoulder, "Our First Kiss Was In This Very Tree House." He Leaned In And Kissed Her. "Now Our Most Recent Was In Front Of It." &lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn Smiled At Him, "Why Dont We Go Up?" Pony Laughed. "Funny Story This Morning I Went Up There To Clean It Up A Bit So We Could, But My Fat Ass Broke The Floor. So Lets Not Go Back Up There." Brooklyn Laughed, "Your Not Fat! Your Handsome And Built...ish" She Gave Him A Playful Push On His Shoulder. Pony Laughed, "Come On, We Got A Lot Of Stops Today!" They Walked Hand In Hand Out Of The Little Woods Where Their Tree House Was Located. They Went About 5 Other Places Until Then Ended Up In A Little Plain. "What Did We Do Here?" Brooklyn Asked. "You Dont Remember?" Pony Said "Our First Picnic Was Here, I Feel Lame For Remembering That When You Dont" Brook Laughed, "You Should!" &lt;br /&gt;Pony Pulled Out A Picnic Basket. "Im Starving! Lets Eat!"  He Set Up A Blanket And Served Brook Some Food That He Kept In The Basket. Pony Sat As Close As He Could To Brookie While They Ate. The Food Wasn't Anything Special.  Just Some Ham Sandwiches A Salad And A Store Bought Pie, Because The Pie Him And Soda Made Exploded. It Was The Thought That Count. &lt;br /&gt;They Went To A Lot Of Places After That, Including The Movies, Johnny's Couch, The Park, The School Gym, The Music Store, Olive Garden, And An Actual Garden.&lt;br /&gt;It Was Getting Dark And Brooklyn Was Getting Tired, But Pony Had One More Place He Wanted To Go. It Was A Little Way Out, But He Felt It Was Important. He Pulled Into A Place With A Drive Thur.&lt;br /&gt;"Starbucks?"  Brooklyn Laughed "Really?" "Yep!" Pony Said While Parking. They Walked Inside Holding Hands, Like Always. They Ordered They Same Thing They Got The Last Time They Were There. "And This Is Where" Pony Began To Say But Brooklyn Cut Him Off, "Where We Got Back Together." &lt;br /&gt;Pony Put His Arm Around Her And Pulled Her Tightly In. "Well Not Technically, But Close Enough." Pony Then Led Her Out In Back Of The Store. He Pointed Up And Said " And There," He Paused, Giving Brooklyn A Small Crooked Smile. "There Are Some Fireworks, Like We Saw That Night."&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn Stood On Her Tiptoes And Kissed Pony. When She Pulled She Said "Im So Glad I Have A Boy As Special As You." &lt;br /&gt;"I'm Lucky To Have Just Met You." Pony Said Before Kissing Her Again. This Time It Was Much Longer Of A Kiss Then Before, It May Have Even Included Some Tongue Action ;) The Kiss Left The Two Breathless And Utterly Happy.&lt;br /&gt;They Smiled At Each Other, Speechless, For A Few Minutes. Pony Never Wanted This Moment To End. He Never Felt Like He Loved Somebody As Much As He Loved Her That Exact Moment. &lt;br /&gt;"Stay The Night" Brooklyn Said Finally Breaking Their Silence. Pony Smiled At What She Said. It Wasn't In Question Form, It Was More Of A Statement.  "Of Course." By The Time He Finished Saying That He Most Likely Had The Biggest Goofiest Smile, But He Didn't Care. &lt;br /&gt;Pony Texted Darrel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stayin @ Cades House 2Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Then Brooklyn And Pony Left Starbucks. Pony Put His One Arm Around Brooklyn And His Other Hand On The Steering Wheel And Drove To Brookie's House.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn Cuddled Up Against Pony As Soon As He Got Into Her Bed. He Pulled The Sheet Over Her And Then Wrapped His Arms Around Her. She Snuggled Her Head On Pony's Chest.&lt;br /&gt;"Brooklyn Lauren Cade," Pony Said Quietly&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?" Brooklyn Replied&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You." Pony Whispered Softly In Her Ear.&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You Too, Ponyboy Micheal Curtis."  Pony Could Tell Brooklyn Smiled When She Said This.&lt;br /&gt;Pony Kissed Her Forehead And Thought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Lets Just Say The Rest With No Sound.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3155235832348128808?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3155235832348128808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-we-just-say-rest-with-no-sound.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3155235832348128808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3155235832348128808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-we-just-say-rest-with-no-sound.html' title='Can We Just Say The Rest With No Sound?'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-8841541955014727408</id><published>2011-01-11T19:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:20:37.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Help,Falling In Love... With You</title><content type='html'>I Could Smell The Alcohol In Her Breath As She Smiled At Me.&lt;br /&gt;"Lets Go" I Said Pulling On Raine's Arm. &lt;br /&gt;"Loosen Up Pones. It's A Party." She Pulled Outta My Grip &lt;br /&gt;"Pony Is Not Entertained" I Frowned Half Jokingly &lt;br /&gt;And After That All The Talking Became Yelling.&lt;br /&gt;"YOU CAN JUST WALK HOME, PONY OUT!" I Said Walking Towards The Door In A Dramatic Exit. Kind Of Like When You Dont Share Your Muffin With Johnny And He Gets All Mad And Storms Off, Well Yeah I Did That. &lt;br /&gt;"YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR WERE THROUGH!" She Yelled &lt;br /&gt;I Knew Eventually I Had To Walk Out That Door So Why Not Do It Now? With That Thought In My Mind I Walked Out. &lt;br /&gt;It Was Pretty Dark Out, So Dark You Could Only See Figures Of Things. It Made Walking To The Car Very Difficult...Why'd A Pick A Dark Colored Car. Well I Got Into My Car And Thought. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wow This Really Wreaked My Friday. Now Where Should I Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thought For Like A Minute Then Said. I Want Coffee And Turned Left On Elm Street. I Got There At Like 9:30 A Half An Hour Before Closing. Which Was Enough Time To Drink My Coffee And Think. My Dad Always Used To Go Out For Coffee When He Needed "Thinking" Time.&lt;br /&gt;I Ordered A Tall Strawberry Frap. And A Grande Vanilla Mocha, Both With Extra Wip &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TS0dgxDawQI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLXbUCghqyQ/s1600/PonyStar%2BBucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TS0dgxDawQI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLXbUCghqyQ/s200/PonyStar%2BBucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561133563633123586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream...Not Like I Needed It. I Brought My Own Can Of Wip Cream....What You Dont Carry Wip Cream With You? I Sat Down At A Little Booth In The Back And Texted Johnny &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Raine And I Broke Up :/'&lt;/span&gt; I Started Drinking My Mocha, When Someone Sat Down On The Other Side Of The Table.&lt;br /&gt;"Sad And Depressed, Is A Bad Look On You" Brookie Said With A Small Grin.&lt;br /&gt;"Psht... Im Not Depressed" I Said, Lying....Badly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TS0dt0BgMvI/AAAAAAAAALc/i-yKHJcv3lQ/s1600/PonyStarBucksPerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TS0dt0BgMvI/AAAAAAAAALc/i-yKHJcv3lQ/s200/PonyStarBucksPerson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561133787768697586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah,Thats Why Ur In Starbucks Right Now. " She Reach Over And Stole My Frap. "Ohh You Got My Favorite!"&lt;br /&gt;I Laughed "So Why Are You Here?" &lt;br /&gt;"You Know I Love Starbucks" She Pointed To My Wip Cream Bottle That Was On The Table&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," I Added Some Whip Cream To My....I Mean Her Frap.&lt;br /&gt;She Took A Sip "Delicious" She Put The Cup Down Reveling A Whip Cream Stash On Her Face. It Was Really Cute :) So I Didn't Tell Her :P&lt;br /&gt;We Had A Good Long Convo. We Haven't Had One Of Those In A Long Time. Ever Since We Broke Up, We Kind Of Kept Are Distance. I Didn't Realize How Much I Missed Her...&lt;br /&gt;"You Kids Gotta Get Going." This Old Man With A Real White Beard Said "It's Closing Time....And Miss You Have Something On Ur Face."&lt;br /&gt;I Tried To Hide My Laughter As Brookie Took Out Her Mini Mirror From Her Purse And Then Hit Me In The Head For Not Telling Her About It XD&lt;br /&gt;Brookie Needed A Ride Home So, Pony, Being The Gentlemen He Is, Gave Her A Ride. &lt;br /&gt;"Pony?" She Said After We Started Driving "Isn't Home That Way?" She Pointed Backwards.&lt;br /&gt;"Yuup." I Replied Smiling At Her&lt;br /&gt;"Where Are We Going?"&lt;br /&gt;"Anywhere You Want To Go...Other Then Going Home"&lt;br /&gt;"I Heard They're Setting Off Fireworks At The Dock"&lt;br /&gt;"Then Lets Go There" I Laughed "I Like Fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;She Laughed And Turned On The Radio. When We Got To The Dock The Fireworks Already Started. We Sat On The Actually Dock Part,Well Actually We Laid Down On It So We Could Look Up At The Sky. We Were Far From Where They Were Setting Off The Firework But You Could Them Perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn Seemed Cold So I Let Her Wear My Jacket. She Put Her Head On My Chest,It Was Much More Comfortable Then The Wood Deck We Were On. The Show Was Almost Over When I Looked At Brookie. Her Blue Eyes Sparkled In The Dark, She Had Her Blonde Hair Pulled Back, Something She Rarely Does, She Looked Really Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She Sat Up, "Aren't They So Pretty?" She Smiled&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, You Are" I Smiled Then Leaned In And Kissed Her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-8841541955014727408?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8841541955014727408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-helpfalling-in-love-with-you.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8841541955014727408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8841541955014727408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-helpfalling-in-love-with-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Help,Falling In Love... With You'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TS0dgxDawQI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLXbUCghqyQ/s72-c/PonyStar%2BBucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2725127118844441113</id><published>2010-12-26T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:39:33.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dear Everyone Thanks For Your Christmas Presents They Are Amazing. I Love How Most Of Them Involved Britney.&lt;br /&gt;There I Posted&lt;br /&gt;Stay Gold&lt;br /&gt;Ponyboy Curtis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2725127118844441113?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2725127118844441113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2725127118844441113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2725127118844441113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-5133048661298759122</id><published>2010-12-12T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:48:21.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year From Today</title><content type='html'>One Year From Today, I Joined The Blog. Haha I Cant Believe Soda Was Right When He Said Creating A Blog Was This Much Fun.  So My Blog Is Officially A Year Old. Happy Birthday! Haha, A Lot's Happen Since Then. Most Of The Gang Has A Blog, Some Socs Do -.- We Umm Got Facebooks. I've Seen Met People, New People And I Miss Some Of The Old Ones. We've Had Good Times And Bad Times. We've Gotten Broken Hearts And  We Had The Times Our Your Best Friends Made Them Better Again.  So To Get Away From All That  I'd Just Like To Say, Im Gonna Try Harder To Post And Comment More. And Have As Much Fun As We Used Too. Haha Were Gonna Have A Blast :D&lt;br /&gt;Stay Gold&lt;br /&gt;Ponyboy Curtis &lt;br /&gt;P.S. This Kind Of Sounds Like A News Year Letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-5133048661298759122?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5133048661298759122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-year-from-today.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5133048661298759122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5133048661298759122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-year-from-today.html' title='One Year From Today'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7016895605256928277</id><published>2010-11-21T16:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:08:39.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Britneys Birthday</title><content type='html'>You All Know That Soda Set Me Up With A Date Not Too Long Ago. I Got To Choose Outta Three Girls Which One I Wanted To Go On A Date With....Blah Blah Blah. Anyways. I Picked Raine. I Mean How Couldn't I, She Has A "Different" Name, Like Mine :D&lt;br /&gt;We Had The Date At The Bowling Ally. They Where Having A Talent Show Type Thing Going On, And It's Pretty Funny To Watch People Make Fools Of Themselves.  I Invited My 2 Best Friends To Come With Their "Other Half" Johnny Brought Angela And Jamie Brought Carson. (May I Just Say Jamie And Carson Are The Cutest Couple XD ) I Was Gonna Invite The Whole Gang But Some Socs Where Gonna Be There And Didn't Want To Cause A Scene.&lt;br /&gt;The Show Started At 7. And We Where Gonna Be There At 6:30 To Get A Quick Game In.  Jamie Wanted To Make Sure The Date Went Well So She Said That,I 'Should Be Like The Guys In Jersey Shores.' -.- As In I Should Go Out And Buy A New Shirt.... That Was Okay, I Guess I  Could Use One That Wasn't One Of Soda's Hand-me-downs. Then She Said I  Should Get A Hair Cut. Two Words. HELL NO! And Then She Said I Should  Get A Spray Tan. (HAHA) I Informed Her How No One Had Tans In Tulsa  Anymore. It's The Time For Snow.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Bought Me A New Shirt And Brought It Over While I Took A Shower. The Shirt James Bought Me Was A Dress Shirt, I Guess Thats What I Get For Letting Her Pick Out My Shirt. After That I Was Ready To Go, But Before I Left Sodapop Stopped Me.&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, Can I Borrow Your Britney Binoculars?" He Said Blocking The Door So I Couldn't Get Out. "Why?" I Said Annoyed That He Was Gonna Make Me Late.&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I Need Em'. Can You Just Get Them?" He Said Impatiently. I Went To My Bedroom. There Was Stuff All Over The Place. Soda Must Of Torn Apart My Room Looking For It. -.- I Found The Binoculars and Handed The To Soda. "Have Fun Pony!" He Said As I Walked Out.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TPmiZqIIyQI/AAAAAAAAALE/aR2FYFC_ajY/s320/Cute.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546642977772325122" /&gt; "You Too."&lt;br /&gt;Raine's House Was Smaller Then Mine. And I Thought Mine Was Small.When She Walked Out, I Swear I Heard Britney Spears' Toxic (The Rock Version Playing) She's Was Prettier Then The Picture Soda Showed Me. She Had Dark Brown, Almost Black, Hair. It Had Some Light Brown Streaks In It. She Was Wearing A Nose Piercing And Had A Few Tattoos. She Was Wearing A Pink Plaid Shirt With A Tee-Shirt Underneath, Skinny Jeans, One Of Those Beanie Hat Things, And Had Sunglasses On.(Even Though It Was Dark Out...?)&lt;br /&gt;"Nice Tie" She Laughed Pulling On This Tie Jamie Made Me Wear, She Jumped Into The Car... We Asked Each Other Stupid Questions While We Were In The Car. Things Like, Whats Your Favorite Ice Cream Flavor And Topping? What Planet Would You Want To Be And Why?........&lt;br /&gt;Johnny And Angela Got Us A Table At The Bowling Alley. I Was Trying Not To Bring Up Britney Spears In Front Of Angela Cause We End Up Fighting About How She Thinks Lady Gaga Is Better Then Britney. (Spears Could Kill Gaga) Jamie And Carson Where So Late We Didn't Have Time To Bowl Before The Show.  Carson Made Fun Of The Fact That I Was Wearing A Tie. Thanks Jamie -.- Johnny Stole Some Red Bull From Two-Bits House. And You Know How We Get When We Have Are Red Bull :D&lt;br /&gt;All The Acts Pretty Much Failed. Except For The Last Girl Who Juggled Fire. She Was Probably The Best. But The Most Entertaining Was The Girl Wear A Pink Belly Shirt Dancing With Roller Skates On To Hannah Montana. She Kept Falling  Flat On Her Face XD I Guess Everyone Makes Mistakes. Then The Judges Went To Go Judge Together And Find A Winner And What Ever. Johnny And I Looked At Each Other And Got An Idea.&lt;br /&gt;We Went Searching Through Are Pockets, "I Got A Dollar" Johnny Announced. We Ran To The Jukebox. The Girls Faces Had Confused Written All Over Them. 'All Shook Up By' Elvis Started Playing&lt;br /&gt;Johnny And I Ran Up On The Small Stage That Was Set Up. I Grabbed The Microphone And Began To Lip Sync To Elvis. Johnny Did An Interpretive Dance. The Announcer/Judge Person, Tried To Take The Mic From Me But I Was Stronger Then Him So He Soon Gave Up. Johnny Just Ignored Him. Haha People Began To Attempt To Dance Like Johnny. It Was Pretty Funny. We Were A Hit :P I Think People Laughed At Us More Then That Hannah Montana Girl.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Kelsey/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela And Jamie Learned To Hide Their Laughter, Since Things Like This Was Normal For Johnny And I. Raine On The Other Hand, Almost Died From Laughing So Hard.  I Loved Her Laugh. It Was The Type That Made You Just Want To Join Her In Laughing. After We Finished Bowing Stupidly, Johnny And I Jumped Off Stage Dramatically And Sat Back At Are Table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raine Hugged Me And Said That Was The Funniest Thing She Had Ever Seen. (In That Case I Think She Needs To Go Out More.)&lt;br /&gt;After A Little Bit Of Just Talking, Johnny And I Wanted French Fries. We Went Up To The Food Counter. It Was Kind Of Far Our Table, But Johnny And I Took The Risk Of Walking That Far. :P We.Where.Hungry. The Girl At The Counter Looked No Older Then Kitty And Was Wearing A Britney Spears Button On Her Work Clothes. Johnny Dared Me Not To Say Anything About It. (It Was Pretty Hard :P)  On The Way Back To Our Table Johnny Was Telling Me His Opinion On Raine, When We Saw 3 Socs Hanging Around Jamie, Carson, Raine And Angela.&lt;br /&gt;As We Came Closer To The Table, I Heard Carson Say Real Angry Like  "Suck My Cock." To One Of The Guys. I Had To Try Hard To Keep My Self From Laughing Cause Of It And Keep My Tuff Look On.&lt;br /&gt;"Come On Girl," The Socs Said To Carson. He Placed His Hand On Carson. She Just Gave Him A Look That Said ' Move Ur Hand With In 5 Seconds, Or You Wont Have One.' ( At This Point I Realized I Knew The Kids. We Went To The  Same School. The One Who Almost Lost His Hand To Carson, Was Named Will. Another One, Who Was Attempting To Flirt With Jamie And Raine, Was Named Brian. Then There Was Alex. Alex Kind Of Just Stood There. Watching It Happen, Kind Of Like It Was A Tv Show. He Had Both His Hands Jamed In His Pocket And Slouched A Bit.) At This Time, Will Was Smiling Stupidly At Angela.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," I Said Before Will Had A Chance To Say Anything To Her "Get Your Own Girls."&lt;br /&gt;Brian, Whom Was With Jamie At The Moment, Looked Up At Me, "Says The Guy Trying To Dress Like Us Socs." Will And Him Laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Pushed Will Away From His Girlfriend "Leave Before You Do Something You'll Regret." Johnnycake Said Coldly&lt;br /&gt;Just Then I Brian Said  Something That Bothered Me, "What Girl Gets The Chance To Take A Ride On My Disco Stick" Ugh, Lady Gaga. -.-&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" Brian Turned And Looked At Me, "Suck This Lady Gaga."  He Looked At Me Funny, Then I Punched Him In The Jaw. His Lip Started Bleeding ASAP. This Gave Johnny The Idea To Punch Will In The Gut. Will Fell Over From The Impacted Of Johnny's Fist.&lt;br /&gt;Brian And Will Looked Pretty Angry After That. (I Guess I Would Be Too If Someone Punched Me) Then Alex Finally Said Something. "Uhh, Guys Lets Go." Of Course That Was Directed To Will And Brian. "I Really Dont Feel Like Getting Kicked Outta Some Place Tonight For Something This Stupid."&lt;br /&gt;Will And Brian Stared Blankly At Him For A Moment.  Then Agreed.  "See Ya Later Greasers." Brian Said After Spitting On My Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;"I Should Of Took Care Of That Kid." Johnny Said Playing With Angela's Hair, "Your Hair Smells Like Muffins...."  (Creepy)&lt;br /&gt;I Sat Back Down Starting To Eat My Fries, "Who Wants To Bowl?" I Said My Mouth Full Of The Fries. Everyone Agreed, Why Wouldn't They? I Mean We Where In A Bowling Alley. But Before We Could Start Carson Gotta Call From Steve. He Needed Her Home Or Something. Anyways She Left :/&lt;br /&gt;( Blah Blah Blah I Dont Feel Like Writing About This Part So Blah Blah Blah)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Ended Up Winning. I Cant Remember The Score, But It Was Unfair. Johnny Used To Work In A Bowling Alley.....That Makes Him Like A Pro Or Something. Then It Was Me :) And Angela And Raine Tided For 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady Who Had The Britney Spears Button Gave Johnny A Sticker For Winning. It Was A Gold Star. Sigh, Second Place Didn't Get Anything. :( Double Sigh, I'll Never Get My Gold Sticker....Well One That Wasn't From Carson.&lt;br /&gt;It Was Getting Late By This Time And Everyone Was Leaving. I Ask Jamie If She Wanted A Ride Home, Since Carson, Her Ride, Left. But She Declined. Im Pretty Sure She Just Wanted Me To Have Alone Time With Raine. She Insisted On Walking Home. It Was Only Like A Ten Minute Walk So I Didn't Argue Much And Let Her Go. Johnny Would Of Took Her, But Apparently Johnny and Angela Had To Go "Do Something".....&lt;br /&gt;Raine Looked Kind Of Tired On The Car Ride Home, Yet She Seemed Acted Like She Had More Energy Then The Energizer Bunny.  She Was Telling Me About How Her Street Does Something Like Halloween, But More Toward X-Mas Time. She Wanted Our Gang To Go, So They Could Meet Her Gang Or Something....I Said You'd Guys Loved To Go. Then She Just Kind Of Died (Not Like Actually Died.)  We Where Like 5 Minutes Away From Her House And She Fell Asleep On My Shoulder.  She Kind Of Looked Like An Angel Sleeping. She Was One Of The Few People Whom Sleep Smiling. When We Got There, I Debated Wether I Should Carry Her To Her Room Or Wake Her Up.  It Looked Like No One Was Home In The House So I Woke Her Up And Walked Her To The Door.&lt;br /&gt;She Unlocked The Door With A Key She Was Wearing As A Necklace, "Night Pon-yay!"&lt;br /&gt;"Pon-yay?" I Asked As If She Hadn't Been Calling Me That All Night. Why Do All The People I Know Come Up With Stupid Nicknames For Me, Like For Once Can Someone Just Call Me Pony.&lt;br /&gt;"Yessir" She Said Sounding Old Fashion&lt;br /&gt;"How'd Ya Come Up With Such A Name?"&lt;br /&gt;She Smiled "Cause A Short Version On Pony Is Pon. And When I Look At You My Heart Goes Yay!" She Put Her Hand On Her Heart.&lt;br /&gt;I Leaned In And Kissed Her "Thats A Good One." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Smiled Big And Walked Inside. Anyways I Got Another Date With Her Saturday, And Uhh Do You Guess Wanna Go To That Tick Or Treating In December Thing? It Be Really Cool If You Did :P&lt;br /&gt;P.S. YESTERDAY WAS BRITNEY'S BIRTHDAY AND IM VERY SORRY I COULDN'T POST ABOUT HER! :( SO THIS POST WAS POSTED FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_RemoveFormat" title="Remove Formatting from selection" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 25);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Remove Formatting from selection" class="gl_clean" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7016895605256928277?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7016895605256928277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-britneys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7016895605256928277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7016895605256928277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-britneys-birthday.html' title='For Britneys Birthday'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TPmiZqIIyQI/AAAAAAAAALE/aR2FYFC_ajY/s72-c/Cute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6527969893121379113</id><published>2010-10-15T23:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:37:41.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;“Going To Homecoming?” Johnny Asked Me Last Friday When We Met Outside The School.&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, I Don’t Really Wanna Go.” I Replied&lt;br /&gt;“But You’re my Wing Man… We’re Pb &amp;amp; J!” Johnny Complained. And He Had A Point, So I Gave In And Said “Sure Why Not….Hey I Got An Idea!” And We Ran Back In The School.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Friday October 15th, Was Homecoming. Johnny And I Got Ready Together Mostly Because We Could Have Cake While Darry Washed And Ironed Are “Nice” Clothes. Those Where Basically A Un-Stained T-Shirt And Un-ripped Jeans. (I Have No Idea Why I Keep Putting (– ) In-Between Things.) We Got Ready And Whatever When Soda Came In. “PONY!” He Yelled In My Ear&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, Sodapop?” I Asked As We’re About To Leave.&lt;br /&gt;“You Know, I Never Went To Homecoming.” He Said In His “Sad” Voice&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Loser!” Johnny Coughed&lt;br /&gt;I Did A Loud Sigh “Im Guessing You Wanna Come With Me.”&lt;br /&gt;“No….. But Since You Asked, Sure!” He Ran Up Stairs To Get Dress. He Took FOREVER! He’s Like A Girl. He Takes Forever To Get Ready. I Wonder What He Does Up There. I Think He Looks In The Mirror Saying ‘Aren’t You A Handsome Piece Of Man Meat.’&lt;br /&gt;Since Johnny And I Had Time To Waste We Threw Skittles At The Other, Trying To Get It In There Mouth. Finally Soda Came Down. He Didn’t Look Any Different Then Earlier -.- Johnny Made Us Hurry Up Cause He Was Late Picking Up His Date, Angela(Aka Angel). She Didn’t Seem To Mind It Too Much.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny And I Where Grinning Like Crazy. Our Plan Was In “Motion” J When We Got In We Saw Everyone In The Gang. Johnny And Angel Went On The Floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Pony!” Sodapop Said, Reminding Me He Was Still There “We Should Dance.” :P&lt;br /&gt;I Gave Him A Glare. “You Can Dance, But Im Staying Here.” He Eventually Left To Dance By Himself And I Went Talk To Amber And Her Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then Johnny And I Met Up Again. We Each Got On The Stage, No One Really Seemed To Notice. We Lifted Are Shirts Up A Bit Reveling Our Belts. They Where Kind Of Like The Belts Construction Workers Wear. They Were Filled With Cans Of Silly String. We Grabbed A Metal Bar That Was Hanging On A Rope Where We Hung Streamers. We Took Out The Silly String And Pushed Of The Stage. (We Created A Zip Line Type Thing If You Didn’t Understand That?) We Got Everyone Full Of Silly String, Head To Toe. How Did We Do It? Johnny’s Post Will Tell You. Anyways, After We Finished Our Last Cans, We Jumped Off, Landing In Super Hero Positions. Then Mrs.Durinki, The Principle Took Us By The Ears, “OUT!” She Yelled&lt;br /&gt;“We Don’t Even Get To Go To The Library First?” Johnny Said Joking. At School Dances If You Ever Dance Too Close To A Girl Or Boy, Or Do Something Against The Rules, Your Sent To The Library.&lt;br /&gt;She Pushed Us Out The Closest Exit. After She Left We Did Are Secret Hand Shake, By The Time We Finished, The Principle Threw Angel And Soda Out. They Didn’t Do Anything But Come With Us :P&lt;br /&gt;We Thought We’d Go To Buck’s Or Something Because Everyone Would Go There After Homecoming.&lt;br /&gt;“What Did You Guys Thing Of Are Prank?” I Asked As We Drove Home&lt;br /&gt;Angel Said It Was Pretty Funny Watching All The Socs Complaining How We Got It All Over &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TLkkH9oyUqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r5k_YTccaAI/s1600/Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528489736797311650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TLkkH9oyUqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r5k_YTccaAI/s320/Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There New Dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Soda Said Doing A Fake Girly Voice “This Was The Worst Date Ever, Pony! ”&lt;br /&gt;I Just Laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;(The Picture On The Right Is A Photo Of Amber, Her Friends, And I. Amber Is The One On The Right Of Me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6527969893121379113?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6527969893121379113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6527969893121379113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6527969893121379113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming.'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TLkkH9oyUqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r5k_YTccaAI/s72-c/Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6992213312358648677</id><published>2010-10-10T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:40:31.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Normal Day At Work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;I Do Different Jobs At The Movie. I Guess They Do That With All The New People Until They Know What They Want You To Do And That Ur Experienced In All Fields There In case Someone Is Sick. So The First Half Of My Shift. I Was That Person Who You Pay To Get Your Tickets. It's Probably My Second Favorite Job There. You Basically Do Nothing But Collect Money And Push Buttons. How Much Easier Can It Get? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt;Anyways, After A Little While I Started To See People From My School There. They Where All Socs And Where All Going To See That Social Network Movie. Then I Saw Amber And Her Boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;"Hey Amber!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt;"Hey Pony" She Did A Small Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt;"How Do U Know Him?" Ronny, Her Boyfriend, Said. Ronny And The Curtis' Have A Past Together. He Was The Same Age As Soda, 19. They Hated Each Other And To Him I Was His Annoying Little Brother. (You Know, No One Ever Says Kitty Is The Annoying Little Sister -.- And Trust Me She'd Annoy You If U Had To Live With Her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt;Amber Shot Me A Look. It's Hard To Describe, But I Could Tell She Didn't Want Me To Tell Him That We Where Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57"&gt;"He's...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;." She Was Having Trouble Thinking Of A Lie. So I Did What I Do When I Cant Think Of A Lie.....Tell The Truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id56"&gt;"We're Math Study Buddies." I Declared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id55"&gt;"Math Study Buddy's? What The Hell Is That?" Ronnie Said Angrily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id54"&gt;"I Sit Next To Him In Math, The Person You Sit Next To Is Your 'Study Buddy' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id58"&gt;It Took Him A Few Seconds, But After Awhile I Think He Understood. They Took There Tickets And Went To See Their Movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id62"&gt;About 15 Minutes Later They Had Me Work At The Food Counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id61"&gt;There I Saw Amber Again, This Time Without Ronnie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id60"&gt;"Pony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soo&lt;/span&gt; Sorry About Earlier." She Said "I Just Didn't Want Him To Cause A Scene."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id59"&gt;"It's Cool." I Said Coldly. I Was Sick Of Talking To Socs. They All Want To "Protect" Their Image And Doesn't Care About The Person On The Inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id63"&gt;"Please Don't Be Mad At Me, Pony." She Gave Me This Sad Face And I.Felt.Bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id64"&gt;"You Want Some Poppy Corn?" I Said Giving In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt;"Extra Butter " :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6992213312358648677?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6992213312358648677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-normal-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6992213312358648677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6992213312358648677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-normal-day-at-work.html' title='Just A Normal Day At Work.'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-5489695406157269901</id><published>2010-09-26T15:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:30:51.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says You Cant Have A Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id385"&gt;I Walked Up The Steps To Johnny's House. I Felt Like I Was Five Again. I Carried 12 Dandelions In My Hand. (Are Those Considered Flowers?) I Walked In And Saw Dawn Sitting On The Couch.&lt;br /&gt;"Ponesmaster 3000! Whats Shaken Bacon?" Or I Think Thats What She Said. She Was Eating A Bag Of Skittles So It Just Sounded Like Munch Munch Munch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id386"&gt;I Hid The Dandelions Behind My Back So She Couldn't See Them. "Uhh, Is Brooklyn Here?" I Said Trying To Ignore The Fact That She Said Pones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id388"&gt;"She's In Her Room."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id389"&gt;Brooks Door Was Open So I Just Walked In.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id390"&gt;"Hey Brooks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id391"&gt;"Sup Pones?" She Asked. She Was Sitting On Her Bed Petting Her Dog Cupcake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id392"&gt;"Cough.Pony.Cough"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id393"&gt;She Did A Tiny Laugh "Johnny Is Out With Jamie, If Your Looking For Him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id395"&gt;"Im Actually Here For You." I Said Holding Out The Dandelions "I Was Thinking, Maybe, We Could Go On A Date Friday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id397"&gt;"Are You Asking Me Out" She Laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id398"&gt;"Pretty Much." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id399"&gt;"Sure"She Said Smiling. I Handed Her The Dandelions. She Laughed At The Sight Of Them. When We Were Younger I Used To Pick Them For Her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id402"&gt;"I'll Pick You Up At 7." I Started To Walk Out Of Her Room, "Oh And We'll Eat There."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id401"&gt;"I Got It Pones ." She Said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id400"&gt;I Had A Great Idea For This Date. My Friend Drew Owed Me A Huge Favor, And It Just So Happens His Dad Owns A Chuckie Cheese's. That Means Any Game We Want For Free And The Building Made Of Tubes (Whats Is That Called) Was Ours For The Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id444"&gt;Drove Darry's Car, Cause Soda Needed To "Fix" Mine. Which Usually Ment He Wanted To Take It For A Joy Ride. I Made Her Close Her Eyes When We Got Close To Chuckie Cheese, Because Everything Is More Exciting When Ur Eyes Are Closed. When I Finally Told Her To Open Her Eyes, Her Face Became Full Happiness. I Dont Think Mr. And Mrs. Cade Brought Her There Too Much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id405"&gt;"This Is Not The First Place I'd Think Of To Go On A Date." She Laughed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id404"&gt;I Opened The Door For Her "What Do You Want To Do First?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id406"&gt;She Looked Around. There Where Little Kids Running Around And A Big Mouse With A Giant C Of His Hat And Shirt. The Walls Where Painted Different Colors. Then Her Eyes Lit Up. "BALL PIT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521336587846450530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TJ-6X5P0fWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p9o_1q_54a0/s320/ball-pit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I Wasn't Too Fond Of The Ball Pit......Since What Happened To Little Jimmy Ray. (Seen In Picture To The Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id409"&gt;Some Say He Was Eaten Whole. Others Say The Shark Spit Up His Bones To Make His Wife A Necklace. Darry Says The Family Just Moved Away From Tulsa. Either Way, No One Has Seen Him Since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id411"&gt;Brookie Ran And Jumped Into The Ball Pit. Balls When Flying. "Come On Pony!" She Threw A Few Balls At Me. I Could Tell She Was A Softball Player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id414"&gt;I Was Thinking Whats The Chance That The Shark Was Still Here. If I Owned C.C. I Would Hire Animal Control To Get Rid Of It. Plus Brooks Was In There, I'd Have To Save Her From Any Possible Shark Attack. I Jumped In And Brooks Stop Throwing Balls At Me And We Started Throwing Them At The Little Kids There. We Made Sure It Wasn't Hard Enough To Hurt Them, Just Enough To Make Them Get Out Of The Ball Pit. (Am I The Only One Who Feels Really Unconfrontble Saying Ball Pit, Or Pit Of Balls?) Chuckie The Mouse Dude, Yelled At Us For "Not Playing Nicely" And Said We'd Have To Leave The Ball Pit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id416"&gt;Then We Played Every Game In The Building About 10 Times. If We Put Are Tickets Together We Could Get The Giant Stuffed Cookie Monster . (It Was Bigger Then Brookie Haha) The Lady Said She'd Keep Him Behind The Counter Till We Left, Cause That Cookie Monster Ate Way Too Many Cookies! (If Your Catching What Im Throwing :P) They Brookie's Tummy Rumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id418"&gt;"It's 9:30-ish, I Thought You Said We Were Eating Here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id419"&gt;"We Will After We Go In The Castle Of Tubes." I Winked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id420"&gt;"Okay." She Winked Too "Why Are We Winking?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id422"&gt;I Laughed "You'll See"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id421"&gt;We Went Through Half The Castle Of Tubes, Until We Came Into A Big(-ish) Tube Room. There I Had Grilled Cheese Waiting For Us. They Where On Paper Plates And We Had To Sit On Rugs. I Couldn't Figure Out How To Put Chairs And A Table In The Castle Of Tubes. I Think My Grilled Cheese Was Pretty Darn Good If I Say So Myself. ;) We Where Gonna Have Ice Cream For Desert, But.... I Forgot About How It Needed To Be In A Freezer. So I Just Bought Some From The Little Food Bar They Had There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id445"&gt;We Stayed At C.C. Until It Closed And Then I Took Brookie And Her Giant Stuffed Cookie Monster Home. I Helped Her Bring Him Inside and Said Good Night To Both Of Them. I Hope Brookie Had As Much Fun As I Did. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id446"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id412"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-5489695406157269901?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5489695406157269901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-says-you-cant-have-second-chance.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5489695406157269901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5489695406157269901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-says-you-cant-have-second-chance.html' title='Who Says You Cant Have A Second Chance'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TJ-6X5P0fWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p9o_1q_54a0/s72-c/ball-pit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-1842450803959814405</id><published>2010-09-19T11:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:01:51.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Felt So Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It Was Like A Usual Morning. Darry Woke Me Up, I Was The Last One At The Table. Soda And Kitty Where Stuffing There Faces With Eggs And Cake, Katie Was Eating A Lot Herself, Just More Polite. Darry Was Getting The Mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"You Got A Letter, Ponyboy." He Said Throwing A Purple Envelop At Me. A Purple Letter! I Thought. That Only Ment One Thing, BRINTEY SENT ME A LETTER AGAIN! I Ran Around The House With Excitement. Everyone Just Kind Of Stared And Laughed A Little Bit. Then I Tore Open The Envelop And Pulled Out A Yellow-ish Colored Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Ponyboy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know you've been a very enthusiastic Britney fan, and you love me dearly. You have been for a VERY long time. Im sorry to inform you that you can no longer be a member/leader of Britney Spears Fan. You also can not be a part of Britney Spears' Tulsa street team. I have VERY many reasons for this. We also heard that you voted for Lady Gaga on the VMA's. Traiter. Have A Nice Life Without Britney, Bitch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"What Did It Say Pony?" Soda Ask Excitedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Uhh," I Sighed "It Was Just A Prank Johnny Pulled On Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"We'll Have To Get Him Back, Huh?" He Paused To Come Up With An Idea "Why Dont We Replace All The Muffins In His HouseWith Cupcakes?" He Laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Yeah, Sure." I Said With Out Any Emotion. I Got Up, My Food Not Even Touched, Grabbed The Letter And Went To My Room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once I Closed The Door, I Dont Know What Came Over Me. I Tore Down All My Brintney Spears Posters. I Smashed My Brit- Brit CD Player And Gum Ball Macince. I Took My Britney Pillow Case And Cut It Up In Tiny Little Peices. Then I Destroyed Everything Else Britney In My Room.....This Took AWhile....... Then I Layed Down On My Bed And Closed My Eyes As Tight As I Could.I Was Having Trouble Breathing. My Leg Hurt,Everything Hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;"Pony!" Soda Said Sounding Nervous " Are You Okay?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt;"I'll Get A Nurse" I Heard Darry Say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt;I Dont Know Why, I Just Started Screaming, I Couldn't Help It. I Opened My Eyes, I Was In A White Room. Soda Was Almost As White As The Walls. He Looked Scared. He Was Knealing Next To My Hospital Bed. I Looked At My Leg. 'Oh Right' I Thought 'Buddy The Kowala Bear'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt;"Why Are You And Darry Here?" I Asked Soda. They Haven't Visited Me Yet This Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;Soda Pulled A Chair Closer To The Bed, So He Could Sit Down. He Was Wearing His Transformer PJ's "The Hospital Called Saying You Weren't Eating Anything And You Kept Passing Out. The Also Said You Where Making A Lot Of Noice, Like Yelling Or Screaming....Probably Singing Britney Spears :P They Thought Us Being Here Would Help." Soda Was Acting Real Odd, He Wasn't His Usual Happy, Full Of Energy Self. Then I Started Thinking, Im Here For My Leg, Why Would I Be Passing Out? I Looked At The Chair Behind Soda. It Had A Pink And Orange Teddy Bear. It Was Kit-Kat's. Mom And Dad Gave It To Her, Not Too Long Before They Died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt;"Where's Kitty?" I Asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt;"She's Getting Us Food From That Place You Get You Get Ur Britney Food."&lt;br /&gt;"Is She Getting Me Britney Spears Sha-" I Stoped Remembering My Dream "Bagel?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt;"A Britney Spears Sha-Bagel?" He Laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;"No, Just Bagel." I Said Coldly. Soda Stopped Lauging, He Seemed Like He Wanted To Say Something, But Didn't. I Heard Darry In The Hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt;"Where Can I Get A Damn Nurse In This Hospital?!" He Mummbled "I Pay Taxes For This Shit!" Then He Passed My Door. He Paused And Turned "PONY!" He Yelled "YOUR ALIVE!" He Was Acting More Like Soda, Then Sodapop Was. Darry Said Something About Me Getting Out Of Here Tomorrow So I Dont Miss Too Much School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt;When Kitty Came Back I "Spilled" The Britney Spears Shake She Got Me, And Darry Gave Me His Bagel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt;It Used To Be Britney And Me Against The World, But Now It Was Just Me. Me Against The World. You Know To Be In A Room Full Of People Who Care About Me, I've Never Felt So Alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-1842450803959814405?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1842450803959814405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-felt-so-alone.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1842450803959814405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1842450803959814405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-felt-so-alone.html' title='I Never Felt So Alone'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7742252154472166975</id><published>2010-09-12T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:28:13.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance Friends No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;Darry Was Yelling At Me How I Need To Stop Loving Britney Spears So Much Cause It Was "Freaking Him Out" When I Heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;"Knock, Knock" From A Very Familiar Voice. I Quickly Jumped Over The Couch And Ran Straight To The Door, The Person Opened The Door. It Hit Me In The Head And Knocked Me On The Floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;"KRISTI!" I Yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt;"Pony!" She Laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt;"Fancy Meeting You Here." I Said Getting Off The Floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;She Stuck Her Tongue Out And Said "I Just Came Back From Johnny-Kins House" (Johnny-Kins Was Her Nick Name For Johnny, It Was Some Weird Story How They Came Up With It And I Dont Feel Like Telling You)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;"So Are You Visiting Or....?" I Asked Walking To The Couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;She Followed. "I Moved Back, Just Me. Jamie Was At Johnny's House Too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;"She's There All The Time Too." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;"Oh,"Kristi Paused, "You Got A Girl Friend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;"Nah,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;"Thats Good, Relationships Are Overrated." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;"Your Single Too" I Laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;"Shut Up." She Said Punching My Arm "That Reminds Me..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;She Pulled Out Her Purse Bag Thing. Have You Ever Seen One Of Those Old Movie Things Where The Grandma Has A Big Bag And Everytime She Visits She Gives Her Grandchildren Candy Or A Toy. Kristi Was Kind Of Like That, But What Ever She Had In Her Purse Was Ten Times Cooler Then Anything A Grandma Would Give. ( I Just Compared Her To An Old Grandma :P Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;She Pulled Out A Britney Spears Signed Shirt. "My New Daddy Pulled Some Strings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;"Thanks" I Smiled Really Big, The Shirt Said 'Dear Ponyboy, Didn't I Play At Your B-Day Party? How Could I Forget You :P Love Britney Spears XOXO'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;We Did Are Old Stuff, Which Involved Annoying Darrel, Making Prank Phone Calls To Johnny's House, And Seeing A Movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt;The Next Day, Johnny, Kristi And I Went To The Place We First Met. Yes, The ZOO! We Forced Kristi On The Camel Rides. They Were Like Pony Rides But They Were Camels. Johnny And I Got To Are Third Ride And We Felt Sick, How Many Times Can You Go In A Circle? Kristi Wanted To Go On Again But I Said "Do You Want Us To Puke?!" She Laughed, But I Was Serious. "Lets Get Lunch!" Johnny Yelled We Went To Are Favorite Place There. It Was Called The 'Jungle Cafe' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt;Inside It, It Looked Just Like A Jungle. It Was Dark, And There Was A Water Fall In The Middle Of The Place. It Gave It That Smell, I Dont Know How To Describe It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt;Then We Saw 'Ranger Joe's Wild Life Show' (Kitty Used To Have The Biggest Crush On Him. He's REALLY Old Looking :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt;The Guy Remembered Us, From The Time An Animal Got Lose And We Helped Catch It...... Haha You Guys Should Of Been There That Day, It Was Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt;We Got To Go Back Stage And Meet All The Animals. The Last One We Met Was My Enemy, Buddy. (Ironic) (Buddy Broke My First Britney Spears Cd, Remember The One I Used To Carry Around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;"Come On,Pony. Hold The Kola Bear." Ranger Joe Insisted. Finally I Gave In And Held Him. He Was Soft And Slow. I Thought Maybe He Wasn't Bad After All. Then Someone Called Me, And My Phone Started Singing 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' And Buddy Took It Literally. He Started To Attack Me. He Scratched And Bit. Then I Feel, There Was A Huge Crack And The Bone In My Leg Started Sticking Out. Ranger Joe Got Buddy and Someone Called 911. Kristi Looked Like She Was Gonna Puke She Held On To Johnny, Until We Got To The Hospital. I'll Only Be In For A Few Days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt;They Stayed There Till 11pm, Pretending To Be Apart Of My Family. At One Point Johnny Had To Go To The Bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt;"Hey Pony?" Kristi Asked Nervously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt;"Yeah?" I Thought She Was Gonna Ask Me Something Like, Did My Leg Still Hurt Or Something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt;"How Long Have Johnny And Jamie Been Dating?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;"Uhh," I Said Caught Off Gard " 4 Months? It's Been On And Off Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;"Oh," She Sounded Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;Johnny Came In Before I Could Say Anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt;"Kristi-Kins, It's Getting Late. We Better Get Going. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt;"Ok" Kristi Said Popping Out Of Her Seat She Gave Me A Hug "Bye Pony Get Better Soon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt;Johnny Said "See Ya Tomorrow Pones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7742252154472166975?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7742252154472166975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-distance-friends-no-more.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7742252154472166975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7742252154472166975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-distance-friends-no-more.html' title='Long Distance Friends No More'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6550822038405555047</id><published>2010-09-05T22:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:39:53.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Know, Where You Wanna Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id202"&gt; Johnny, Gregory, Argentina (Tina),Kitty, And I Were Invited By Amber To Go To Her Cottage This Weekend. She Was Gonna Invite Her Boyfriend And Some Of His Friends. But They Had Football, And She Didn’t Want To Invite Her Girlfriends. Kitty Came Because Darry Didn't Want Me To Be "Irresponsible." Like Kitty Is Responsible :P It Was Just The 6 Of Us, She Planned A Day Full Of Fun. First We Went Fishing. Johnny Got His Fishing Rod Stuck In Gregory’s Afro. We Couldn’t Get It Out So We Ended Up Cutting It Out, Poor Gregory. Then We Had A Water Gun War. Gregory Got His Pay Back On Johnny During This. XD We Gave Johnny The Little Kid Water Gun. But He Didn’t Seem To Notice, He Even Wanted It. It Had Muffins On It J. Gregory Basically Soaked Johnny With In Seconds, Even Tina Felt bad And Tried To Get Gregory Wet But It Didn’t Work. That’s When He Got The Hose. You Should Of Seen Johnny’s Face. His Eyes Got All Big And He Had A Sad Yodel Face On. Amber And I Sneaked Away And Left Them To Finish There Water Gun Fight. By This Time It Was Around Sunset And Amber Watched It With Me. She’s Really Sweet For A Socs…/Greaser Girl? She Didn’t Have The Attitude Of A Socs, But She Didn’t Act Like A Greaser. I Guess That’s What You Expect, But I Just Had This Weird Feeling. A Good Feeling. Amber Leaned On Me, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TIReqRNC-bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LyxAK0gAwIs/s1600/Sunset2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513635924073970098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TIReqRNC-bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LyxAK0gAwIs/s320/Sunset2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“You Know, I Never Realized How Pretty The Sunset Was.” She Said &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TIRbEfgrMzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KkI9HxRaP-g/s1600/laying.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Smiled And Agreed. The Reason Why She Liked The Sunset Was Different Then Mine. I Never Really Got Anyone To Talk About Sunsets With Me. Occasionally Johnny Or Soda, But That Was It. It Was Pretty Neat. “You Know Pony,” She Said Looking Up At Me “You Have Really Pretty Eyes.” Yes! Finally Someone Likes My Eyes :P Haha Just As I Was About To Reply, A Bucket Of Water Was Dumped On My Head. I Looked Behind Me And There Was Johnny, All Drenched And Shivering Cold. “You Guys Didn’t Get Wet!” He Yelled “It Wasn’t Fair!” Amber Was A Little Wet Since She Was Leaning On Me, But I Was Close To Johnny Wet. Well The Closest To Johnny Wet. We All Got Changed For Dinner. We Roasted Mini Winnies. They Were Really Good. But Tina’s Started On Fire, And She Ran Around In Circles Screaming “It’s On Fire! It’s On Fire! What Do I Do!” She Ran Until The Fire On Her Mini Winnie Finally Went Out. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TIbMIDzp46I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sMtq-4tn4gQ/s1600/Zip_Line_Picture_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514319232594731938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TIbMIDzp46I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sMtq-4tn4gQ/s320/Zip_Line_Picture_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When It Finally Got Dark Out We Roasted Marshmallows And Made Smores. Yumm :D We Sat On Logs Which Were Pretty Cool. “Burr, It’s Cold.” Amber Said Rubbing Her Arms. I Took Off My Leather Jacket And Put It Around Her. “Thanks” She Said Putting Her Head On My Shoulder. “ Aww,” Johnny Whispered. I Threw My Marshmallow At Him. “Yum” He Laughed&lt;br /&gt;The Next Day Was Full With A Lot More Activities. She Showed Us A Tree House Her Dad Built When She Was Younger. She Had A Zip Line There, And We Must Of Done That For Like 2 Hours. It Was Really Fun. Even Kitty Did It, And She's Afraid Of Heights. Then We Went Rafting. At First Tina Was Against It Because She Heard Rafting Can Be Really Dangerous. But Then Kitty Convinced Her That She'd Be Safe And She Had Been Rafting Before. I Have No Idea If This Is True. But I Didn't Disagree. After Where Done It Started To Rain. &lt;div id="ms__id199"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id201"&gt;"Good Timing!" Gregory Said We All Ran Inside. Amber And I Watched 101 Dalmatians, Kitty Went 2 Take A Shower And Gregory Was Making A Dinner. Then All Of A Sudden Amber And I Hear Music Blasting So Loud We Couldn't Hear The Movie. We Followed The Sound Into A Room. We Kicked Open The Door And There Was Tina And Johnny Dancing Like Weird Maniacs. When They Saw Us They Stopped. Looked At Each Other, Then Back To Us. Then They Yelled "DANCE PARTY!!!" And Went Back To Dancing. It Wasn't Really Dancing. It Was More Like Jumping Up And Down Waving There Hands Everywhere. Amber And I Decided To Join In. We Looked Like We Were All Crazy, And It Probably Would Of One Americans Funnest Video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6550822038405555047?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6550822038405555047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-wanna-know-where-you-wanna-go.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6550822038405555047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6550822038405555047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-wanna-know-where-you-wanna-go.html' title='I Just Wanna Know, Where You Wanna Go'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TIReqRNC-bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LyxAK0gAwIs/s72-c/Sunset2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-77946689545218128</id><published>2010-08-26T12:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:07:17.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Olive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10"&gt;Johnny And I Were Goofing Around In The Mall Like We Always Do. We Were Basically Bouncing Off The Walls. We Pulled An All Nighter With 10 Cans Of Soda Each. (Which Makes Ur Stomach Feel Like It’s Gonna Puke) We Were Messing Around In Some Clothing Store, When I Saw This Girl. “Hey Johnny, Look At That Girl” I Said Pointing To The Girl Who Obviously Worked There. “Yeah, Pony? She’s Reading A Book?” He Said Confused. Honestly I Had No Idea Why She Caught My Eye But She Did. “I Say We Talk To Her.” I Said Walking Towards The Desk Where She Was Sitting. “If You Mean Flirt With Her, Im Out Pones.” He Said Not Moving. “I Never Said Flirt.” I Smiled At Him “I’ll Talk To Her By Myself If You Want.”&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Continued To Bounce Off The Walls And Mess Up All The Clothing. Im Surprised None Of The Works Cleaned It Up, Or Told Him 2 Stop. “Hey.” I Said To The Girl. “Are You Ready To Check Out?” She Said Looking Up From The Book. “No,” I Laughed A Little “What Book Are You Reading?” “Oh, Umm” She Turned To The Cover That Read ‘Death Is Not The Answer’ She Told Me The Title And The Author Just Incase I Couldn’t Read. “I’ve Read That Book For School Last Year.” I Said. “That Must Mean Your Graduating This Year?” She Said “What School?” “Tulsa High. What About You?” She Finally Smiled “Me Too. My Name Is Amber Olivia Knight. Lots Of People Call Me Olive Or Just Amber” She Said “Ponyboy Curtis. Pony For Short.” “I Know Who You Are; I Was In Your Math Class.” Then I Remembered Who She Was. She Was A Lot Like Darry. She Was A Greaser, But She Was A Head Cheerleader And Had A Lot Of Socs Friends. She Was Very Smart But She Refused To Skip A Grade. We Talked A Bit &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/THcP2BeaxLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/agKU8wRbwlQ/s1600/img-thing.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509890089894462642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/THcP2BeaxLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/agKU8wRbwlQ/s320/img-thing.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/THcOp5-ZOfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3yNedNxGjyY/s1600/face.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Longer; It Was A Thursday Afternoon So It Wasn’t Busy. “When Do You Get Off Work?” I Asked “I Have A Boyfriend, Robbie Kay.” Robbie Was The Schools Best Football Player. He Was Close Friends with Bob and There’s No Doubt In My Mind That He Helps Him Jump Greasers. “Not Like A Date.” I Replied, “Johnny And I Are Going To The Movies Later. Maybe You Could Come. As Friends.” I Pointed To Johnny Who Was Passed Out On The Floor. She Laughed “Sure, I Get Off Work At 5. We Can Go Around Six.” “Okay, Good Deal.” I Said. She Wrote Her Number On My Hand And I Pulled Johnny Out Of The Store. “Come On Johnny Lets Get Some Muffins Inside Ur Stomach.” He Just Groaned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-77946689545218128?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/77946689545218128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/amber-olive.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/77946689545218128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/77946689545218128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/amber-olive.html' title='Amber Olive :)'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/THcP2BeaxLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/agKU8wRbwlQ/s72-c/img-thing.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6359161446408764389</id><published>2010-08-11T14:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:35:03.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem By Ponyboy Curtis (Written In Less Then 5 Minutes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Britney Britney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Will Give You My Kidney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If You Told Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You Love Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Britney Britney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Don't Have Skin Deasies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But I Have Skinned Knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So Please Don't Give Me Heart Deasies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Britney Britney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh Britney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Think Your Nifty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Even When You Turn Fifty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Britney Britney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why Don't You Hit Me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One More Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(If You Couldn't Tell This Was Written For Britney Spears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6359161446408764389?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6359161446408764389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/poem-by-ponyboy-curtis-written-in-less.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6359161446408764389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6359161446408764389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/poem-by-ponyboy-curtis-written-in-less.html' title='A Poem By Ponyboy Curtis (Written In Less Then 5 Minutes)'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3729136914876160501</id><published>2010-08-01T11:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:05:06.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seventyth Post!! ( Brittney And Cherry )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id10"&gt;Well, There Are So Many Dates With Brittney I Didn't Post About. I Liked The Picnics That We Went On Cause I Could Watch The Sunset While Eating My Ham And Cheese Sandwich. Turns Out That Brittney Finds Sunsets Very Boring. As I Came to Realize, Brittney And I Had Almost Nothing In Common. She Hated Reading, Sunsets, Track, And School. It Started To Get On My Nerves, She Started To Get On My Nerves. I Realized That I Was Blinded By Her Brittney-ness And That I One Thing That We Did Have In Common Was Movies. We Saw A Lot Of Movies Together. I Knew That I Had To Break Up With Her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;So Today I Got Up And Got Dressed In My Movie Uniform For Work, Ate Cake And Eggs, Then Left For The Movie House. I Took My Time Knowing I Was Early. Me Being Me I Felt Bad About What I Was Going To Do. But I Knew It Would Never Work Out Between Me And Her. I Got To Work On Time And Starting Serving People. I Was Hoping My Sift Seem Long Because I Didn't Want To My Shift To End Because That's When Brittney Would Visit Me. It Went A Little Bit Slower Than Usual But Not As Slow As I Wanted Cause At The End Of My Shift Brittney Was There. "Hey Honey!" She Said Excited. "Hey Brit-Brit." I said Kinda Mumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;"Ummm Brittney, I Gotta Tell You Something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;"What Honey Bon?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;" I Dont Think Its Working Out... Maybe We Should.... Break Up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;" Pony-Wony???" She Said As She Started Crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;" I Hope We Can Be Friends.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt;"..... OK....." And She Walked Off Crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;I Stood There For A Couple Of Moments Then Decided To See A Movie Called "Spot Comes Home" Which By The Way Is A Really Bad Movie. It Was Darkish Outside So I Had To Get Home Before I Was Stuck Doing Dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;I Was Walking Along When I Heard A Scream. It Came From An Alley Ahead And I Ran As Fast As I Could.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I Was Surprised Yet Horrified To See Cherry On The Ground Covered In Blood And Bob Standing Over Her With A Blade In His Hand. I Pulled The Blade That Johnny Gave Me To Carry Around, Darry Doesn't Know About It Yet.... "What You Gonna Do With That Little Guy?" Said Bob. " I'm Not Afraid To Use It!" I Shouted At Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;"Yea? Then Bring It." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;I Went For Him With The Blade But When I Got Close He Knocked Me Down And I Fell Hard To The Ground. He Stepped On My Chest Really Hard And I Just Laid There. "Now To Finish You" He Said To Cherry When He Turned Around. I Found A Empty Beer Bottle Near Me On The Ground And Picked It Up And With All My Strength I Had Left I Got UP And Smashed It On His Head. He Fell To The Ground Unconscious. I Helped Cherry Up And Ran A Few Blocks Until We Were Sure We Were Safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;By This Time Cherry Wasn't Bleeding Too Much, So I Just Walked Her Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;"Thank You SO Much Pony. You Could Of Saved My Life." Cherry Went On About How Bob Was Drunk And Mad About There Break Up And She Didn't Know What He Was Going To Do. When She Finally Finished Talking We Where At Her House. "Listen Pony, Im Sorry I Caused You So Much Trouble. I Feel So Stupid Ignoring You In School, Cause I Really Do Like You." She Kissed Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;"Uhh" I Wished I Had A Take 5 Bar Or Something So I Had Time To Think On How To Get Outta Here. "Darry Is Gonna Kill Me If I Come Home Any Later. Im Already Late. Bye!" I Said Running Off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;"I Love You Pony, Your My Hero!!" Cherry Said Yelling As I Left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;P.S. This Is My 70th Post!! Haha! I've Been Here A While :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3729136914876160501?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3729136914876160501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-seventyth-post-brittney-and-cherry.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3729136914876160501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3729136914876160501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-seventyth-post-brittney-and-cherry.html' title='My Seventyth Post!! ( Brittney And Cherry )'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6115815440230929912</id><published>2010-07-13T15:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:50:44.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn, Movies, Work, And Britney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt;Normally I Work The Morning Shift But They Needed Someone To Work The Night Shift Because Someone Called In Sick. We Had A Such A Crowed And I Had No Idea Why..... Well Maybe Because It Was A Friday Night. It Finally Started To Slow Down, And I Was Thinking,'Im Glad I Normally Don't Do The Night Shift.' Then I Had Someone In Line For P&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TDzCFb_u6sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ChZpmCLHR80/s1600/britney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493479044155370178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TDzCFb_u6sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ChZpmCLHR80/s320/britney2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opcorn. She Was Telling Me How She Thought She Was Stood Up And How She Knew This Guy Would Be A Jerk. I Had No Idea Why She Was Telling Me All This Stuff. She Told Me She Was Waiting For An Hour For Him. I Looked At Her As I Handed Her The Popcorn. She Looked Like Britney Spears.....Well Young Britney. "Britney?" I Said In Shock. "How Do You Know My Name?" She Said Looking A Little Scared. "You Look Like Britney Spears!" I Said A Little Loud. She Laughed "I Get That Every Now And Then." She Smiled "Since You Know My Name I Wanna Know Yours." I Frowned, Not The Name Thing Again. "Ponyboy Curtis" "Really?" She Said Looking At My Name Tag "Indeed" I Said She Smiled "I've Never Heard That Name Before, I Like It" I Smiled Back And Said " I Get Off Work In A 1/2 An Hour, You Wanna See A Movie With Me." "I'd Love To." She Replied. Long Story Short, I Got A New Girl Named Britney. Not Britney Spears, Britney Taylor Williams. And Surprisingly, She Loves Brit Brit Too, Not As Me, But She Does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6115815440230929912?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6115815440230929912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/popcorn-movies-work-and-britney.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6115815440230929912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6115815440230929912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/popcorn-movies-work-and-britney.html' title='Popcorn, Movies, Work, And Britney'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/TDzCFb_u6sI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ChZpmCLHR80/s72-c/britney2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2141549820038007327</id><published>2010-07-09T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:07:17.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"All Work And No Play" (Has Nothing To Do With My Post But I Forgot The Quote I Wanted To Use)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt;I Got Up About The Same Time I Normally Do. When Darry Pulls Me Outta Bed.  I Finish My Eggs First And Was Beginning My Peice Of Cake. Darry Was Openning Bills. Something He Normally Does At Night But For Some Odd Reason He Wanted To Read Them This Morning. "Pony How Old Are You?" He Mummbled Without Looking Up. I Cant Belive Darry Doesn't Remember How Old I Am! "16, Darry. I Am 16." I Said Shoving The Chocolate Cake In My Mouth So I Wouldn't Yell At Him And Get In A Fight Like We Used To. "I Think It's Time You Get Job." He Said Taking Off His Reading Glasses. "I'm Looking For A Summer Job, Darry. You Know That." I Said Finishing My Cake And Putting It In The Sink For Kitty And I To Wash. "No, I Mean Like A Part Time Job. All Year Round." He Said Standing Up And Putting His Dish In The Sink. "I Gotta Focus On School Darry. Im Not Planning To Drop Out Like Soda." I Started To Wash The Dishes "Make Kitty Get A Job." Kitty Gave Me The 'WTF' Look. "You're 16. A Party Time Job Wont Kill You Or Your Grades." He Said Not Even Concitering The Thought Of Kitty Getting A Job. "Darry This Aint Fair." I Began To Argue. "You Wanna Know Whats Not Fair Pony?! They're Cutting My Hours! So We Can Either Move Or You Can Get A Job." He Yelled While Slaming His Fist On The Table And Went To His Room To Get Ready For Work. "I'll Finish The Dish." Kitty Said. I Could Tell She Was Shucken By Darry Yelling. "You Should Get Looking For A Job." I Handed Her The Dish I Was Working On And Went To My Room To Get Dress. I Tried To Look Good And Not SO Much Like A Greaser. But Thats Hard To Do When All Your Clothes Are Hand Me Downs. I Told Kitty I'd Just Look Around And Try To Find Help Wanted Signs. I Wanted To Work At McDonals So I Went There First. There Was Not Help Wanted Sign So I Went Inside To Ask. I Thought This Would Be A Great Job And I'd Be Able To Suggest Britney Spear Toys In The Kids Meals. But Sadly They Didn't.  I Looked Everywhere For A Job I Could Do. It Was Getting Close To 5 And I Was About To Give Up And Hurry Home So I Didn't Give Darry Another Reason To Yell At Me.  I Stopped Into The Movie House When I Relized. They Had A Huge Sign. HELP WANTED In Big Red Writing. They Interviewed Me Right Then And There.  And Si, I Got The Job. It's Pretty Cool. I Work The Morning/Afternoon-ish Shift. And I Get All Kind Of Cool Benifits Like Free Movie Tickets And Popcorn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2141549820038007327?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2141549820038007327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-work-and-no-play-has-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2141549820038007327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2141549820038007327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-work-and-no-play-has-nothing-to-do.html' title='&quot;All Work And No Play&quot; (Has Nothing To Do With My Post But I Forgot The Quote I Wanted To Use)'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6877189963776479353</id><published>2010-06-20T17:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:53:35.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id141"&gt;Sorry Guys I've Been Studying Hard, Trying To Keep My Grade Up. By Now Im Sure Everyone Has Heard Brooklyn And I Broke Up.  Im Not Really Sure How It Happened. She Asked Where I Thought Our Relationship Was Going. And Honestly I Didn't Think It Was Going Anywhere. She Agreed And Thats When We Decited It Was Over. The Magic That Used To Be There Was Gone.  Im Gonna Miss Saying I Love You Brookie Every Night. Darry Thought I Looked Sad And Made Johnny And I Watch Glee. (Secretly I Think Darry Was In Show Choir) Who Knows? Johnny And I Were Board Out Of Are Witts. But We Got A LOT Of Good Laughs At Darry. Haha! We Watched The Lady Gaga Episode And Now I Have To Write Glee And Ask Them Why There Isn't A Britney Spears Episode. Im A Little Happy Im Single. Not Really Sure Why I Am, I Dont Have To Think About Anyone Else But Me And BrittneySpears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6877189963776479353?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6877189963776479353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6877189963776479353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6877189963776479353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2737998721050065300</id><published>2010-05-19T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:56:14.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Is A Socs At Heart!</title><content type='html'>I've Been Telling Ari For Who Knows How Long. Brian Is A Socs And Just Wants To Hurt Us Greasers, But No One &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Believes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ponyboy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt;, Johnny, and I Where Hanging Out. We Where Bored And It Was Nice Weather Outside, SO We Thought.....ICE CREAM!! Everyone Loves Ice Cream, And Johnny Was Paying For. What Could Be Better? We Walked Cause Johnny Was Running Out Of Gas, And The Ice Cream Shoppe Isn't That Far. We Where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Happily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eating&lt;/span&gt; Ice Cream When A Mustang Drove Up. We Looked All Tough, They Way We Always Do When Socs Come Along. First This Big Looking Guy Came Out Of The Car He Already Had His Blade Out Which Made It Very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Obvious&lt;/span&gt; He Was Planning To Hurt Us. Five Or Six Guys Came Out Of The Car With Bags And Ropes. I Really Didn't Have Time To Count Them. The Big One Came Over Johnny's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt;. I Could See Johnny Breathing Heavily. The Socs knock Johnny's Ice Cream On The Floor.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" He Said The Socs Quickly Pulled Johnny Up By His Shirt "What Did You Say?" He Said His Teeth Scraping Together.&lt;br /&gt;"Go To Hell!" I Said Trying To Get The Socs To Let Go Of Johnny. Johnny Looked At Me And Back At The Guy. He Kicked Him Where The Sun Doesn't Shine. He Let Johnny Go And Fell To The Ground In Pain. By This Time Though The Socs Had Me And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; Tied Up. Johnny Ran, He Knew If He Couldn't Take All These Socs At Once And Ran To Get The Rest Of The Gang. They Pushed Us Into The Trunk. And Right When I Thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; And I Where Gonna Die Of Lack Of Air, They Took Us Out. We Where At An Old Cola Factory, That Was Their Hang Out.&lt;br /&gt;If You Would Like To Here What Happened Next Please Read Brian's Blog!&lt;br /&gt;http://briankentblog.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2737998721050065300?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2737998721050065300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/brian-is-socs-at-heart.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2737998721050065300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2737998721050065300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/brian-is-socs-at-heart.html' title='Brian Is A Socs At Heart!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-1641167985836376255</id><published>2010-05-13T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:53:29.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-Team</title><content type='html'>If You Read Markie's Post You Would Know About Our Tag Team. I Was Thinking Back To When I First Started Posting. I Wanted To Post Like Every 10 Minutes, But I Knew That Would Drive You Crazy. So I Limited It To Twice A Week. I Remember I Used To Refresh The Page Every 5 Seconds, Waiting For A New Comment. Now I Check My Comments Every week, To Find I Only Have 2 Comments. And Because Of That I Dont Even Want To Post, Why Put Any Work Into Something If No One Is Gonna Read It. I Know Johnny Has Been Feeling The Same Way About It. So We Made A Tag-Team. Johnny,Mark,Darry And I. We Want The Chat Gone, If It Stays, We Will Go. So Pick Either, The Chat Or Us. Feel Free To Join Are Tag Team.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stay Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-1641167985836376255?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1641167985836376255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/tag-team.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1641167985836376255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1641167985836376255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/tag-team.html' title='Tag-Team'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7429077879355931309</id><published>2010-05-03T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:04:31.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Wheel</title><content type='html'>Well I Just Got Out Of The Hospital From The Car Crash A Few Days Ago. And Darry Being The Oldest Brother, Said He Didn't Want Me Staying Home Alone. Kitty Invited Me To Go On Her Date With Two-Bit To The Fair. I Objected Saying I Could Hang Out With Johnny, Or Something. Darry Just Said I Needed To Spend More Time With My Sister. Grr Darry, Why Do You Have To Be Such A Party Pooper? Huh? Well I Got Dress In One Of Soda's Old Shirts, And Some Jeans Darry Washed The Night Before. "Do I Really Have To Go Kitty?" I Asked Trying To Use The Most Miserable Voice I Could Think Of.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, My Wonderful Brother Of Mine!" Kitty Was Bursting With Excitement And So Much Happiness, It Was Like A Whole New Side Of Kitty I Never Met Before. For A Second I Thought I Was Actually Gonna Have Tons Of Fun Being The Third Wheel, Or The Tag Along. But When Two-Bit Came And We Started Driving To The Fair, Downtown, I Remembered Its Never Fun To Be The Third Wheel. &lt;br /&gt;I Sat In The Back While Two-Bit And Kitty Sat Up Front. I Had To Hear About... I Dont Even Remember It Wasn't Stuff I Wanted To Hear So I Blocked It Out. I Never Realized How Pretty The Outside Looked In The Dark, With All The Stars In The Sky And When You Get Downtown You See All The Lights. It Kind Of Reminded Me Of L.A. Or At least Thats How I Pictured It.&lt;br /&gt;Believe It Or Not The Fair Was Kind Of Fun! I Got To Go On The Roller Coasters And Other Rides, May I Remind You I Sat Alone With Kitty And Two-Bit Infront Of Me. But It Was Ok. We Played That One Game Where You Throw A Baseball and Try To Knock Down The Milk Jugs. Two-Bit Won Kitty A Stuffed Kitty! Haha! I Got A Poster Of Britney Spears (Dont Judge Me:P) What Was My Favorite Part Of The Night Was When Two-Bit Was Trying To Win A Stuffed Micky Mouse. It Was That One Game, That Test Your Strength. He Must If Wasted All His Money Trying. So Finally, Kitty Went Up And Tried It. She Got All The Way To The Top And Won Micky. I Was Laughing Like Crazy! Two-Bit Turn The Same Color As Mickey Mouse's Red Pants. We Left After That, Two-Bit Was Out Of Money And That Meant No More Rides, No More Games. Just A Ride Home. Where Again I Had To Listen To Them Again. I Started To Think Of All My Old Memory's. Like The Time I Hate Britney, Or Even When I Thought Girls Had Cooties. Everyone But The Girls In The Gang. It Was Like God Made Them Special, So The Where Immune To It. And When Are Parents To Us Camping And We Had To Bring The Gang, Because We Didn't Think We Could Live With Out Each Other. The Stupid Things We Do When We're Young. Wait, Aren't We Still Young?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7429077879355931309?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7429077879355931309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/third-wheel.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7429077879355931309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7429077879355931309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/third-wheel.html' title='The Third Wheel'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-1874245767912872086</id><published>2010-04-21T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:33:38.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update (I Wanted To Steal Darry's Name)</title><content type='html'>Well As You Heard Darry And Bri Went Out To Seach For My Parents. He Woke Up Nice And Early So No One Could Stop Him, But I Made Sure I Got Up At The Same Time.&lt;br /&gt;"Darry, Where Do You Think Your Going?" I Asked As Darry Was About To Walk Out The Door&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, You Know Very Well Where Im Going, Your Not Coming With."&lt;br /&gt;"Why Not?!" I Said With My Voice Getting A Little Louder. I Have A Right To See My Parents....Right?&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, Your Not Going. End Of Story." &lt;br /&gt;"Darry, Thats Not Fair! I Only Got To See Them For 10 Years, You Had Like 15!! I Want To Come!" I Said, This Time Yelling. Surprisingly I Didn't Wake Up Soda and Katie, But I Woke Up Kitty. She Joined In With Me At Yelling. Darry Got Out Of There As Soon As He Could.&lt;br /&gt;The Rest Of The Day I Was, Depresses Ponyboy. Brookie Came Over, And Tried To Make It Better For Me. We Took A Walk To The Park Like We Normally Did. This Time Though, She Said She Had A Surprise. She Took Me Into The Woods At The Back Of The Park. We Crossed Over A Little Creek And Up To A Failure Of A Tree House. It Was Missing A Few Boards In The Roof, And The Ladder Was Falling Apart.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats This?" I Said Trying To Figure Out If It Was Gonna Last Another Minute.&lt;br /&gt;"This Was Where We Had Are First Kiss, Remember When We Were Younger And You Took Me Up There." She Said &lt;br /&gt;All Those Memories Where Racing Back, I Remembered The Guys In The Gang Making It. And When I Kissed Brookie, And When My Parents Died I Went Here Too. I Started To Climbing Up The Ladder When Brookie Stopped Me, "Are You Sure Thats Safe?" I Kissed Her And Had Her Come Up With Me. There Was Old Food In There, And There Where A Bunch Of My Dr.Seuss Books. It Didn't Look To Safe On The Inside Either, But I Just Wanted To Go In There. I Laid Back And Starred At The Roof, This Place Was Gonna Need A Lot Of Work. Brookie Laided Down Next To Me, I Pulled Her In So She Was Close Enough That I Could Hear Her Breath. I Kissed Her And Said "I Love You Brookie" We Spent Most Of The Day In The Woods, Or In The Tree House. &lt;br /&gt;When Darry Got Home, I Was There To See What Happened. He Told Me He Saw Are Parents And They Weren't Coming Home. I Blew Up At Him Again. Darry Tried To Keep His Cool, But After Like 2 Minutes He Couldn't And Started Yelling At Me. After 10 Minutes Of Us Fight Soda Stopped Us. "Why Aren't They Coming Home Darry?" Soda Said Trying Hard Not To Sound Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;"They Where Having Money Problems," He Said Breathing Heavily "They Where Gonna Lose Everything. If They Didn't Fake There Death, We Wouldn't Have A House And All The Things We Have Now. When People Die We Get Insurance Money And It Was Enough To Pay For The House. If They Come Out Of Hiding They'd Go To Jail." Darry Had Trouble Saying All Of This, I Actually Thought He Was Gonna Start Bawling, But He Didn't. He Said Maybe Sometime He's Take Us There 2 Visit Them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-1874245767912872086?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1874245767912872086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-i-wanted-to-steal-darrys-name.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1874245767912872086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1874245767912872086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-i-wanted-to-steal-darrys-name.html' title='Update (I Wanted To Steal Darry&apos;s Name)'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-4393170650384861476</id><published>2010-04-16T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:39:29.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Doctors Ever Bring Good News?</title><content type='html'>Well Johnny Was Complaining (Like You Know How He Does) He Was All "I Dont Feel Good!" And Tired And All That Junk. So He Had Me Drive Him 2 The Doctors. He Described His Problems.Well Johnny Got A Few Blood Test And We Waited In The Lobby For Awhile.... And Drew A Pic Of Brookie Waiting, I Was Almost Done. You Know I Should Become And Artist Cause Damn That Was On Good Picture. Well Johnny Got A Few Blood Test And We Waited In The Lobby For Awhile.... The Doctor Called Johnny In And He Asked Me To Come With Him. It Felt Just Like A T.V. Show, The Way The Doctor Sat Down, Sighing As He Did. "Johnny, Your Test Results Came Back." His Voice Was Like A Teachers When They're Telling You That U Failed A Test. "We Got Some Bad News," This Made Johnny Breathe Irregularly. I, Just Stopped Breathing. Darry Started Off With Something Simliar To That When They Had 2 Put My Dog To Sleep. "You Got Type One Diabetes." My Hearing Started Zoning In And Out.Johnny Swollowed Hard "Whats... Whats That?" He Said Shaking A Little. "Is Johnny Gonna Die?" I Said Yelling Trying 2 Drown Out My Heartbeat, That Right Now Was All I Could Hear. The Doctor Laughed. "This Is A Serious Thing! JOHNNY IS GONNA DIE!!!" I Started Yelling Again. Johnny Just Staired Waiting For The Doctor To Answer His Question. "No," The Doctor Said Seriously Again "He'll Be Fine If He Watches His Blood Suger." We Where There For Who Knows How Long, Figuring Out What 2 Do When Your A Diabetic And How To Use All That Junk. At The End, I Didn't Know What I Hated More. The Doctors Office Or The Hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-4393170650384861476?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4393170650384861476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-doctors-ever-bring-good-news.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4393170650384861476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4393170650384861476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-doctors-ever-bring-good-news.html' title='Do Doctors Ever Bring Good News?'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-8460928658244588754</id><published>2010-04-07T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:24:58.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IM AWESOME!!!</title><content type='html'>I Know By The End Of This Your So Gonna Say I Hate You Or Maybe Your So Not Awesome. But Dont Lie, I Know You Think I Am! Haha! Well Yesterday I Told Kitty I Did Something Bad, That I Was Having A Kid. She Freaked! I Told Her Not To Be So Loud I Didn't Tell Darry! She Said She Wanted To Tell Darry, And Well She Did, In front Of Everyone. Then Everyone Started Freaking Out! And Johnny Was One Of The Last To Hear The News. You Should Of Seen Him! I Swear He Was Gonna Kill Me! He Told Brookie, "Im Disappointed In You " And Gave Me The Whole "YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTER!!!" Haha! Brookie And I Where Trying So Hard Not To Laugh! I Also Told Them I Was Gonna Quit School To Get A Job For The Kid. Darry Would Of Hit Me If I Didn't Duck. I Think By The End Of The Day, Everyone Wanted To Kill Each Other. And To Top It Off We Baked A Cake And When Brookie Was Carrying The Cake Out She Dropped It On....Carson.... Brookie And I Started Laughing Like Crazy! I Think Carson Was Gonna Kill Her, But She Didn't Wanna Hurt The Baby. Who Says Its Too Late For A Little April Fools Pay Back. If You Dont Get What Im Saying, APRIL FOOLS! :P We Got U Guys Really Good! I Would Of Told You Earlier But I Didn't Want Carson Beating Brookie To Death. Johnny U Were Owned! When I Walked Brookie Home You Should Of Seen How Happy She Was To Get You Guys Back. Oh And FYI Brookie And I Have Never "Done" It. Johnny Would Be Happy! Im Way 2 Young To Have A Kid! Haha! Sorry 2 Scare You Guys! We're Gonna Get It Next April Fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-8460928658244588754?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8460928658244588754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-awesome.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8460928658244588754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8460928658244588754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-awesome.html' title='IM AWESOME!!!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-8529999659858780463</id><published>2010-04-04T18:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:25:05.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If Last Night Was Just A Nightmare Then How Come It Is The Next Day, And Im Still Living It</title><content type='html'>Friday We Went Too The Movies. That Was Fun! But Brookie Brought Her New Boyfriend, Vince I Think. He Was Nice I Guess, Didn't Really Talk To Him. Truth Be Told I Just Tried To Ignore Him. I Hate Socs Enough As It Is, I Dont Think Its Possible For Me To Hate Em' More. The Bring Me Nothing Good, And They Still Dont. That Night I Stayed Over At Johnny's House. It Was Like 2 Am And I Couldn't Sleep, There Was A Storm Outside. So I Went To Talk To Brooklyn. And I Did Something I Was Meaning To Do For Awhile, Tell Her How I Felt. I Told Her I Was Stupid To Let Her Go And That She's All I've Been Thinking About. I Told Her She Should Dump Vince Cause No One Wants Him Around, And I Needed Her. Socs Have Mostly Everything I've Wanted, They're Not Taking My Brookie Too. I Missed Brookie SOOOO Much, I Dont Think She'd Ever Understand It. Brookie Told Me Something About How She Wanted To Give The Guy A Chance And He's A Really Nice Guy When I Get To Know Him... The Whole Im Trying To Reject You Nicely Bit. I Just Left, Left As In I Ran Out Of That House Faster Then I Ever Thought Was Possible. It Kind Of Hurt When I Got Outsider Cause By Then It Was Pouring, And As You Know Running Against The Rain And Wind Is Hard.&lt;br /&gt;Lalala! Lets Not Even Talk About Saturday! You Dont Want To Know.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! Today..... Easter. Darry Got All Of Us A Bunch Of Chocolate (The Up Of My Day.) But Then Soda And Darry Had A Separate Talks To Kitty And I. I Dont Know How Kitty's Went But Heres Mine:&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, Soda's Moving Down The Street." Darry Started Off Saying "Theres Barily Enough Room For Katie Here, And When She Has The Kid There Just Wont Be The Space."&lt;br /&gt;"But You Guys Promised Soda Wouldn't Move Out Until I Got Outta High School." *Insert The Rest Of My Protest Here*&lt;br /&gt;"You Guys Are Moving In There Too! You Didn't Think You'd Get Rid Of Me That Easy." Soda Said&lt;br /&gt;Then Came The Real Bad News. "We're Selling The House,Kid." Darry Said Patting Me On The Shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Darry! You Cant Sell The House! It's Got Too Many Memories! What If Our Parents Are Alive And They Come Looking For Us, And We Aint In Our House Anymore!" I Tried Protesting Again&lt;br /&gt;"Pony, I Told The Police They Didn't Need To Look For Them. Soda And I Are Too Busy To Help Them. And Its Just Too Much Right Now."&lt;br /&gt;"Darry How Could You Say That! Its Not Fair You Guys Got Like 15 Years With Them! All I Got Was Like 10! Im Still A Kid, I Need Parents! You Maybe Grown Up Now But Im Not!" I Said Heading Towards The Door "Im Going To Johnny's"&lt;br /&gt;"Johnny's Not Home." Darry Said Grabbing Me&lt;br /&gt;"Where Is He Then?" I Said Pulling Away&lt;br /&gt;"You Know What I Want?" Soda Said Picking Me Up "Ice Cream! Lets Get Some!" &lt;br /&gt;"NO! Where's Johnny!?" I Said Trying To Get Soda To Let Me Down&lt;br /&gt;"We'll Go To Dairy Queen! They Have Blizzards, You Like Those!" Soda Said Going Out The Door&lt;br /&gt;"It's Not Open! It's Easter!" I Said "NOW! Where Is Johnny!:&lt;br /&gt;"We'll Have To Tell Him Soda." Darry Said Pulling Me Out Of Soda's Arms And Onto The Floor "Johnny Has Gone Missing. The Last Person Who Saw Him Was Brookie. She Said He Ran After You."&lt;br /&gt;Great! I Made My Best Friend Go Missing! And The Worst Part Is I Didn't Even Notice He Was Gone.&lt;br /&gt;"It's Okay,Pony." Soda Said "If You Still Want Ice Cream I Think We Got It In The Fridge"&lt;br /&gt;"No Thanks Soda." I Said Running Into The House&lt;br /&gt;"They Told Ya About Soda?" Kitty Said Giving Me Hug "Dont Worry We'll Find Him!"&lt;br /&gt;I Waited For One Of Her Famous Quotes That Always Made You Feel Better... But It Never Came. Maybe She Was Having Trouble Believing That We'd Find Him, Cause I Know I Am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-8529999659858780463?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8529999659858780463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-last-night-was-just-nightmare-then.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8529999659858780463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8529999659858780463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-last-night-was-just-nightmare-then.html' title='If Last Night Was Just A Nightmare Then How Come It Is The Next Day, And Im Still Living It'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-9206245716217581131</id><published>2010-03-27T20:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:13:35.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY MUFFIN!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>In todays headlines!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ponboy Curtis was killed by his BFF Johnny Cade. He paied his polarbear to sit on him and fart in his face. He dies from toxic fumes. Johnny say " He made fun made fun of my polar bear friends who ran over my phone in their mustang convertable!" &lt;br /&gt;Ponyboys last words (A quote from Britney Spears) " You know what you do, and you know that your toxic!" -Johnny Cade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-9206245716217581131?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9206245716217581131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-muffin.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/9206245716217581131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/9206245716217581131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-muffin.html' title='HOLY MUFFIN!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7948558093383462501</id><published>2010-03-21T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:41:23.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Ahh! I Love Sleep! In The Air I Could Smell Chocolate Cake, Eggs, Bacon, Sausages And Toast! I Know A Lot Of Food, But What Can I Say We All Eat A Lot In Our House! I Started Waking Up Cause I Felt That People Were Watching Me, I Always Feel Like Somebody Is Watching Me!! Sorry I Couldn't Help But Think Of That Song! I Opened One Eye, And Saw Kitty, Soda, And Darry Standing There Watching Me! Odd Right? Then All Of The Sudden, "PONY!!!!" Soda Started Screaming &lt;br /&gt;He Picked Me Up Out Of Bed And Swung Me Around, Im Surprised He Didn't Hit Me Against Anything! "Happy Birthday, Baby Brother!" Kitty Said Trying To Get Me Away From Soda. But She Didn't Succeed, Cause Darry Took Me. "Happy Birthday, Ponyboy! It Maybe Late But It Better Then Nothing." He Said Tickling Me Like Dad And Him Used To When I Was Younger. Soda And Kitty Joined Him And With In A Minute I Was On The Floor Crying For Them To Stop. I Hate Being Tickled! :( Darry Made A Huge Breakfeast, And By This Time With All The Noise Katie Woke Up. She Wished Me A Happy Birthday Too! I Wasn't Feeling To Well, I Blame Soda For Swing Me Around Everywhere! "Pony!" Soda Said Smiling Like Crazy, "Katie And I Got You Something Special!" He Jumped Up From Where He Was Siting To His Bed Room. It Took Him Awhile But When He Returned He Threw A Small Box At Me! &lt;br /&gt;It Was The Size Of My Hand, I Ripped The Wrapping Paper Off As Fast As I Could, There Inside Of It Was... Car Keys! Duh! What Does Every 16 Year Old Boy Want? But The Thought Of A Car Didn't Cross My Mind. I Dont Think Soda Even Has One Of His Own.&lt;br /&gt;"Lets Go Now!" Kitty Said Grabbing Her Coat. Everyone Jumped Out Of There Seat And Did The Same But Right When I Was About To Head Out, Darry Took My Keys. "Ponyboy, You Just Got Out Of The Hospital. You Can Not Drive!" I Gave Darry My Puppy Eyes, "But Darry!" He Just Gave Me This Look And I Shut Up.&lt;br /&gt;"Darry, Come On Let Him Drive." Soda Said Trying To Stick Up For Me, But He It Didn't Help. Darry Was Driving Cause I "Wasn't Well Enough" And I Didn't Wanna Break The Car.&lt;br /&gt;I Went To The Cade's House, Well Johnny, Brookie, and Dawns House Around 7. Brookie Said She Baked Me A Cake. So I Was Pretty Happy, I Mean FREE CAKE! I Opened The Door And Everyone Yelled  "Surprise!" It Was Kind Of Funny Cause When They First Started Yelling I Thought I Was Getting Attacked So I Just Start Yelling Random Things. Haha, But When I Relized It Was You Guys I Was SO Happy. I Picked Up Brookie And Kissed Her. She So Pretty When She Blushes, Well When Isn't She Pretty? We All Drove Down To The Bar Where Everyone Else I Knew In The World Was There Even .... BRITNEY SPEARS!!! I Was Talking To Johnny When All Of A Sudden I Hear, "It's Britney Bitch!" Johnny And I Started Freaking Out! And When She Was Done Singing She Kissed Me! I Was So Happy, It Was Like A Dream. I Ran Over 2 Brookie, Spun Her Around, And Gave Her A Long, Johnny's Scard For Life, Kiss I Could. Brookie Seemed Pretty Out Of Breath And Started Blushing Again. After Awhile They Got Brookie And I To Slow Dance. I Was Kind Of Nervous Since I Never Really Slowed Danced, But I Think We Did Pretty Well. &lt;br /&gt;When I Got Home, I Let Everyone Go In, I Wanted To Look At The Stars When You'll Never Guess Who Was Came. Cherry. She Was All, "Pony, Im Sorry Those Mean Socs Beat You Up." And "I Heard It Was Your Birthday!" And Then All Of A Sudden, Shes Trying To Unzipp My Jeans. &lt;br /&gt;"Cherry,Stop It!" But She Didn't. "I Have A Girlfriend." I Said Trying To Push Her Away, The She Just Said "Shut Up!" And Kissed Me. I Heard A Gasp! I Turned And Saw Brookie Stand There, She Brought The Cake She Made Me. "Brookie, I Know This Looks Bad But," It Did Look Bad, REALLY Bad! I Had My Pants Half Down With Cherry Sucking On My Lips. Eww That Even Sounds Gross To Me! Brookie Cut Off My Sentence "Johnny Always Told Me, You'd Only Break My Heart!" She Pushed The Cake Into Me And Ran. I Started To Run After Her. But Fell Face First Into The Cake. &lt;br /&gt;I Turned To Cherry "I Dont Ever Wanna See You Again! You Never Helpped Me And Im Better Off With Out You! Now Go." She Ran Too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7948558093383462501?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7948558093383462501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7948558093383462501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7948558093383462501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3946416486653544805</id><published>2010-03-19T10:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:56:35.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>Today Was Soda's Big Day! The Wedding! Darry Picked Me Up Nice And.... EARLY!! It Was Like 6:30 am Man! I Didn't Know He Got Up That Early. Brookie Was With Him.&lt;br /&gt;I Was Happy 2 See Both Of Them Since I Haven't Seen Darry Since Monday And I Always Enjoy Seeing Brookie. Brookie Pulled Out A Bag, It Was Full Of Make Up And Brushes. &lt;br /&gt;"Hold Still Pony." She Said.I Slowly Started To Slide Back On My Bed. "No! Im Not Wearing Make Up!" She Said "Pony, You Look Horrible! You Have To Look Good 4 Ur Bros Wedding." I Continued To Protest. "Ponyboy, Your Wearing The Make Up. And You 2 Stop The Yelling We Cant Wake Up The Other Patients."Darry Said With No Emotion, Like He Didn't Realize He's Making His Baby Brother Wear Make Up!! Grrr! &lt;br /&gt;The Doctor Was Telling Darry And I Things I Should Watch For. Things Like If I Felt Dizzy, I Should Sit Down As Soon As Possible. Really They Said If I Wasn't Feeling Well They Wanted Me 2 Come Back. I Think They Just Want Me 2 Have A High Hospital Bill! &lt;br /&gt;I Wasn't Feeling 2 Well In The Afternoon,IDK Y, But It Was SOOO Hot! I Guess It Was Because We Were All Getting Ready, And Racing Around. After I Got Dressed I Just Laid On The Couch! I Had 2 Admit I Looked A Lot Better Then I Did At The Hospital, If You Looked At Me, You Probably Would Think I Was Lying To You, Or Just Forget All Together. Brookie Must Be Really Good At Putting Make Up On.&lt;br /&gt;I Slept For A Good Hour On That Couch, The Hospital Needs To Get REAL Beds, Cause I Couldn't Sleep In Those Beds. Darry Drove Us To The Wedding We Tried 2 Fit The Gang In 1 Car, It Didnt Work 2 Well! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;We Got There, Set Stuff Up, And By That Time, We Had To Start. I Started Walking Next To Brookie, I Saw To See My Brother Waiting Down The Isle. He Had This Nervous, SO Excited Look On His Face. Man, I Had 2 Stand For A VERY Long Time, But I Had A Pretty Good Spot. After All That Wedding Kissing Junk We Had The Reception, Which Is Basically A Wild Party, Where Many People Get Drunk, And We Dont Have 2 Clean Up The Mess... Well I Didn't Have 2. There Darry Let Me Hit His Wine Glass With A Fork(Like In The Movies) And Make My Speech... So Here It Is....&lt;br /&gt;   "Soda I Have To Admit, I Wrote This On The Car Ride Here. I Dont Really Know What To Say. You Were Always There For As Long As I Could Remember. Im Gonna Miss You, You've Changes From When You Were 7 Thinking Girls Had Cooties, To 16 Where You Had A New Girl Every Week. Do You Remember The Time I Asked You How It Felt To Be In Love? And You Said "Most Of The Time Its Real Good." Well I Think That Was Because You Didn't Have The Right Somebody,I Can Say This With Full Confidence That You Found Your Special Somebody, Katie. Katie, You Make Soda Happier Then I Have Ever Seen Him Before, Even More Then When My Mom Used To Make Her Homemade Pies. And Soda, When Your Kid Is Born You Wont Be Like Some Of Those Other Parents. You Know The Ones That Have Kids And Become As Sour As A Lemon. You'll Be Sweet And Fun, Like You Are Now. Katie And You Will Be Just Like Mom And Dad, Well The Way They Were Before They Died. Dont Underestimate Yourselves, Soda You'll Be A Great Dad. I Should Start Finishing Up My Speech, Cause I Think Darry Might Just Cry Knowing His Younger Brother Is Getting Married. Soda Do Me One Favor, When I Get Married, Make A Better Speech Then I Did."&lt;br /&gt; Darry Looked Like He Was Gonna Cry Any Minute, I Guess I Would Too If My Younger Brother Was Getting Married... Good Thing I Dont Got One. I Couldn't Wait 2 Go Home. Darry Wouldn't Let Me Drink Anything Because "The Doctor Said So" And The Same Thing When I Wanted 2 Smoke. And On Top Of That, I Had A Headake And Was Tired. When I Got Home I Right To Bed, And Fell Asleep Even Though I Could Hear Soda And Katie In The Other Room.... EWWW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3946416486653544805?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3946416486653544805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sodas-wedding.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3946416486653544805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3946416486653544805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sodas-wedding.html' title='Soda&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7746949590140168136</id><published>2010-03-17T18:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:44:06.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im A Gangster A Straight Up G! =D I Love That Song</title><content type='html'>Today I Was At The Hospital...As You Know. They Ran Some Test And Junk! I Think Im Officially Afraid Of Hospitals! Soda Was There Cause I Needed An "Adult" To Be With Me During Some Of The Test And Darry Couldn't Take Off Work. I Got The Results Right Before Brookie And Jamie Got There. I Was Kind Of Glad She Wasn't There To Hear The Result.Brookie Gave Me A Big Hug And Kiss. Her Hands Were Behind Her Back. She Smiled And Said "I Gotta A Surprise For Ya." She Was Hiding A Stuffed Bear. When U Squease It, It Says "I Love You!" &lt;a href="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff50/joybug_photos/i_love_you_teddy_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff50/joybug_photos/i_love_you_teddy_bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Was Freaked Out At First, But I Still Loved It! I Could Tell Brookie Was A Bit Worried, I Didn't Look To Well....I Didn't Feel To Well, But I Was So Happy To See Her And Brookie! Brookie Asked How I Was Doing. I Was Doing A Lot Better Then Monday, But I Was Still Having Trouble Breathe Regularly And It Was Hard To Talk, And Have It Make Sense... But I Aint Gonna Say That 2 Her. "Im Doing Ok." I Said Playing With My Teddy Bear. Soda Left After That 2 Talk 2 The Doctor. Idk How Long Jamie And Brookie Where There 4. But I Dont Think It's Been Just The 3 Of Us In Awhile. I Remember We Used 2 Hang Out All The Time. I Can Think Of All The Fun Momments. After Jamie Left Brookie Hung Around Awhile. I Dont Even Remember What We Did, I Just Remember It Being Fun. I've Been Forgetting A Whole Lot Recently. Dont Tell Kitty But When She Visted Me I Forgot Her Name... But She Didn't Stay 2 Long. And I Even Thought My Parents Were Still Alive, I Kept Asking 2 See Them And Everyone Kept Saying THERE DEAD!!! The Doctor Says That, Thats Gonna Happen A Lot So Try Not 2 Get 2 Mad At Me 4 It. Well Im Supose 2 Get Some Sleep, I Gotta Get Up Early Tomorrow! Like Thats Gonna Happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7746949590140168136?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7746949590140168136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-gangster-straight-up-g-d-i-love-that.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7746949590140168136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7746949590140168136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-gangster-straight-up-g-d-i-love-that.html' title='Im A Gangster A Straight Up G! =D I Love That Song'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-4025478635893374630</id><published>2010-03-15T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:10:20.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days After</title><content type='html'>Johnnycake And I Were Walking Home, He Sometimes Walk Me Home From School When I Didn't Get A Ride With Someone. I Got Detention The Day No One Elsa Does! We Were Passing His Apartment When He Said He Wanted Check On Brookie. She Went Home Early For Some Reason, She Wouldn't Tell Me. I Kissed Her Goodbye In The Hallway And Thats Y I Got Detention. Teachers Are Weird.... Haha U Should Of Seen The Principle She Was Like Pony Doesn't Deserve Detection. It Was Kind Of Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Well Anyways Johnny Ran To His Door, I Would Of Went With Him But I Didn't Want Darry Getting Worried Or Mad At Me Cause Im Home Really Late.... Yea Well I Should Of Went With Johnny Cause He Would Have 2 Worry About Me. So Anyways Im Start Bouncing That Stupid Ball I Have, I Always Do When Im Walking Alone....It Makes Me Feel Less Lonely! I Hear The Sound Of A Car, But It Was Going Really Slow, I Turned My Head A Little And Saw A Red Mustang. I Knew It Was Full Of Socs, I Was Hopping They Weren't Playing On Jumping Me. I Started 2 Walk A Bit Faster. Thinking 2 Myself Dont Turn Around, Dont Make Eye Contact. Kitty Gave Me That Piece Of Advice, But Soda And Darry Said There Gonna Jump Ya If Ur Looking At Them Or Not. I Heard The Car Getting Closer And Closer, So I Just Walked Faster And Faster, Till I Was Running. I Ran Threw Back Yards And Cut Corners, Till I Was On My Street, But Some How They Were Still Behind Me. They Were Close Enough To Touch Me If They Put There Hand Out The Window And I Was To Tired To Run Anymore. I Just Completely Fell, On The Sidewalk. It Hurt, But I'd Feel So Much Worst Later. The Socs Got Out Of The Car Before I Could Get Up. One Just Spit On My Face. It Smelled Of Alcohol And Chocolate...Haha! I Dont Think I'll Be Able 2 Eat That 4 Awhile.I Wiped It Off And Tried To Spit Back, But The Realizing I Was Still On The Ground. The One Kicked Me On The Side Real Hard A Few Times, Same Spot As Before... Then I Remembered Them From The Rumble. I Couldn't Get Up My Legs Just Wouldn't Work. Maybe I Was Suffering From SPS Skinny Pants Syndrome. The One Picked Me Up And Dropped Me, Making My Head Bleed. I Pulled His Leg, Making Him Fall, And I Started Giving Him All I Had. But I Didn't have Much, I Was Hurt A Lot More From The Rumble Then I Told Ya Guys And I Was Out Numbered By 3...4...5...12? Yea They Had 13 Or 14 Kids There. The Must Have Thought I'd Put Up More Of A Fight, Or They Would Of Brought Just 5. A Good 15 Minutes Past When I Started Blanking Out. The World Was Becoming Fuzzy And Hard To See. I Had Blood Everywhere,Mostly Mine, But They Had A Little From Some Faces. When I Heard The Gang Coming After Them. The Socs Got A Few More Punches And Kicks In Before They Had 2 Get In The Car. The Last One Hurt The Most, He Must Of Had A Blade Or Something. It Went Right In My Side. I Couldn't Breathe Anymore I Was For Sure I Was Done. Darry Picked Me Up, I Knew It Was Him Cause I Could Hear His Voice "Stupid Kid!" It Sounded Like He Was About To Cry. I Closed My Eyes, Maybe The Next People I'd See Would Be Mom And Dad. I Woke Up In The Hospital, Im Glad Darry Donates Some Blood Every Year, Cause Apparently I Need A Lot! I Felt Like I Had A Full Body Cast On.They Said I Could Go To School Tomorrow. How Could I Go To School If It Hurt 2 Breathe. Maybe I'll Feel Better In The Morning. They Said I Hit My Head Pretty Hard Though, I Might Have Damaged It. Fucking Socs! Im Glad We Beat Their Asses Saturday, Even Though Im 100% They Jumped Me Beacause Of It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-4025478635893374630?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4025478635893374630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-days-after.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4025478635893374630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4025478635893374630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-days-after.html' title='2 Days After'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3076576137985613762</id><published>2010-03-13T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:23:33.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rumble</title><content type='html'>Kitty Came Home The Day Before The Rumble, She Was Tired As Hell From Driving 10 Hours And In No Condition 4 A Rumble. Im Sure If She Looked A Little Better Darry Might Of Let Her Go, But She Didn't So It Stayed A NO! Everyone Did There Normal Preparations,You Know Making A Hair Greaser Then Usual And The Tight Shirts To Show Off R Mussels. Darry Was A Wasn't Sure If He Wanted Me 2 Go Out And Fight, Since The Whole Thing Last Time..... But Soda Convinced Him After Awhile. Johnny And I Were Like A Tag Team In The Rumble And Last Time He Was In The Hospital So R Tag Team Method Feel Apart. Johnny And I Were Determined Not 2 Let That Happen This Time. We Took Them Out In Seconds. Johnny And I Were On Fire.... Seriously, I Think A Socs Tried To Set Us On Fire! In The Words Of Johnnycake Or JCake "NOT NICE!!" Haha! I Got Kick On My Side A Few Times And Took A Few Punches To The Head. I Looked Better Then I Felt.We Won The Rumble At The End So Fuke Them...LoL! Fuke! Haha! Sorry.Darry Let Kitty And I Drink, I Dont Really Like The Taste Of Beer... Idk Why I Liked 2 Drink It. U Also Feel Really Sick Afterward. We Played Beer Ball! Or I Think Thats What Its Called? Well Its Like Baseball But The Ball It A Beer Bottle. It Kind Of Hurt Running. I Had A Huge Headache... Make That Bodyache! Man, It Hurt. But I Wasn't The Worst Looking One In The Group. Brookie Freaked Out When She Saw Me In The Light... I Didn't Look To Bad After We Washed The Blood Off My Face. I Tend To Bleed A Lot. &lt;br /&gt;~Ponyboy Curtis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3076576137985613762?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3076576137985613762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumble.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3076576137985613762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3076576137985613762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/rumble.html' title='The Rumble'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-5112248206352242427</id><published>2010-02-27T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:52:26.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Famous To Do List!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haha! I Made That My Title Cause I Just Heard That On TV. And This Was On My To Do List...To Post. Plus I Think Jamie And Dawn Would Kill Me If I Didn't. Haha! Another Thing On My To Do List..... Write About What Happened Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I Woke Up, Tired From A Huge After Party From That Musical I Was In.... NEVER AGAIN Will I Get On The Bad Side Of A Music Teacher.... But The After Party Was Killer. I Told Johnny My Big Plan For Tonight With Brookie. And He Was All Aww Cute.... It Was Just A Simple Dinner Like Thing. And It Was In My House Nothing Special. But I Just Had To Kick Everyone Else Out. Darry Was Easy To Get Out.... If U Just Say Theres A Jerky Sale Down The Street He'll Be Out In A Second! Soda.... He Normally Does Something Sunday Night....(Theres A Lot Of ..... In This Post! :D I Like It!)&lt;br /&gt;As For Kitty I Told Her What I Was Planning And She Did The AWWW U GUYS R SO CUTE! ( I Know Where Johnny Gets It From!) And Said She'll Gladly Leave. She Wasn't Coming Over Till 5:30 But It's Nice To Get Everyone Out And Clean The House. I Have Some Cooking Skills.... Darry Taught Me How To Make Spaghetti! I Make The Best Spaghetti In The House.... But Thats Not Saying Much. Then I Got All Dressed Up... Well Not Like "Dressed Up" But Dresser Then The Usual Stuff. Brookie Came Shortly After I Was Dressed.... I Was Suppose To Plan Some Part Of Tonight But I Only Got 2 The Cooking Part. Brookie Was As Dressed Up As I Was. But I Think Shes Pretty All The Time. I Had The Pasta On Two Plates But Brookie Thought It Would Be Fun 2 Have It On One Big Plate. Haha! We Did That Noodle Thing, Where At The End You Kiss.... Like In The Dog Movie... Speaking Of The Dog Movie, Well That Comes In Later. :D When We Were Done Brookie And I Sat On The Couch With My Arm Around Her. We Were Trying 2 Find A Movie To Watch, And Thats When We Found "Lady And The Tramp" Was Going 2 Be On. Brookie Did Her "Please, Pony! Please!" Thing, I Couldn't Help But Say Yes. She Gave Me A Quick Kiss, But I Pulled Her In For A Longer One... I Love Brooklyn :D  &lt;br /&gt;We Stayed Up Late Watching That Movie, When Did Disney Movies Become So Long? You Guys Can Think What Ever You Want About What Happened After The Movie...I Think It Might Just Be A Secret Between Brookie And I! And I Dont Know What Took Everybody Soo Long... Soda,Kitty, And Darry Didn't Get Home Till Like 3AM! &lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-5112248206352242427?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5112248206352242427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-famous-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5112248206352242427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5112248206352242427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-famous-to-do-list.html' title='My Famous To Do List!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-8445470462896830350</id><published>2010-02-19T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:51:38.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night!</title><content type='html'>I Got Banned From The School Dances Till March, So Poor Brookie Had to Suffer Too. She Came Over To My House Around 7, Just In Time To See Darry Leave. Does That Boy Ever Take A Break? Kitty A Little Before Darry, You Know My Sister... The Party Girl! :D I Think We Watched Paranormal Activity.... Soda Said It Was Really Good. Haha! I Dont Think Brookie Liked It. :D I Have To Admit Its Pretty Creepy! I Have No Idea Where Katie And Soda Where,Maybe She Was Having A Cravings...haha! Brookie And I Went To The Park For A Little Bit! Im Glad We Didn't See Whats His Face There... Why Do We Always See Socs At The Park? Well When We Came Home I Put In The Dvd And We Ate Pizza! Half Mushroom And Half Sausage, Cause We Couldn't Agree. Brookie Laid On Top Of Me While We Watched The Movie. She Kept Scream Which Was Making Me Scream, It Was Pretty Funny. I Think The Neighbors Were Think Someone Was Getting Murder At Are House Every Five Minutes...Maybe They Were In The Movie. Haha! When The Movie Was Over And We Were Both Screamed Out I Pulled Out A Box. It Was Of A Pretty Ring That Said "I Love You" Johnny Helped Me Pick It Out. I Think She Really Liked It. I Fell Asleep On The Couch After Awhile And Soda Came Home. I Know This Cause Brookie Woke Me Up When She Was Talking To Soda. When She Laid Down Again I Pulled The Blanket Over Her And Kissed Her Goodnight.... &lt;br /&gt;I Love You Brooklyn Cade!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-8445470462896830350?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8445470462896830350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/movie-night.html#comment-form' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8445470462896830350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8445470462896830350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-1042938814821806825</id><published>2010-02-17T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:37:44.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!</title><content type='html'>Well Kitty And I Have Been Fighting Like Crazy For The Past Two Weeks... So Today I Guess Everyone Was Sick Of It, Cause They Made Us Spend The Day Together. At First I Thought We Were Gonna Kill Each Other. I Dont Think I Ever Felt So Mad At Kitty. We Went To The Movies And We Started Fighting Over Everything... What Movie To See...If We Wanted Extra Butter On The Popcorn... Where To Sit... And So On. I Don't Really Remember When We Stopped. Maybe It Was When We Got Ice Cream, Or When We Opened Up About R Feelings, Or When We Talked About Our Parents And All The Fun Moments We Had With Them, Or Maybe When We Went For A Drive. I Think It Was All Of It. We Realized Me Were Being Stupid And That You Should Never Fight With Your Family... "We're All We Got Left...If We Don't Got Each Other, We Dont Have Anything!" I Wonder Who Said That :D *wink Wink* Soda *Wink Wink*&lt;br /&gt;I Learned So Much About Kitty I Didn't Know Before... Like Clowns Scares Her, Because Darry Once Told Her This Story About A Murder Who Dressed Up Like A Clown! Or That Her First Kiss Was Under The Slide In Kindergarten An Darry And Soda Hunted Him Down. And I Was Her Favorite Brother... Haha! She Never Said That :(&lt;br /&gt;Her Favorite Ice Cream Was Cookie Dough Because It Was Are Dads Favorite, And The Only Reason She Wore Dresses In 4th Grade Cause She Wanted To Be Just Like Mom. And When She First Heard She Was Gonna Have A Baby Brother, She Was Sad It Wasn't A Sister... But When The Brought Me Home I Was Too Cute She Wanted Me To Stay :D (I Think She Was Lying About That But It Still Made Me Happy!)I Think We Should Spend More Days Together, If Im Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-1042938814821806825?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1042938814821806825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/kitty.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1042938814821806825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1042938814821806825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/kitty.html' title='Kitty!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3100592735939602679</id><published>2010-02-13T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:46:26.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brookies Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It Was A Pretty Bad Day For Me, Johnny Was Telling Me He Worked Extra Hours To Get Brook A Really Good Present! He Wanted 2 Make Up For Last Year When He Forgot And Made Her A SnowMan, Cause Thats The Only Thing He Could Think Of!&lt;br /&gt;We Planned A Surprise Party For Her At My House And Johnny Told Her To Come 2 My House 9, But At 9:15 She Still Wasn't There. Johnny Started Freaking Out, And I Told Him We Could Both Look For Her. I Was Think About The Time When We Were Dating, I Remember Going To The Park And Just Talking, Sometimes We'd Just Sit In Silence And Look At Each Other. It Was Like We Were Talking With No Sound!&lt;br /&gt;I Started Walking By The Fountain When I Saw Brookie, Tied Up... Well I Was Behind Her But I Could Tell It Was Here. I Always Got A Feeling Around Her.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Was On The Phone By His Car, And I Quickly Untied Her. We Were Just About To Sneak Away When Sean Saw Us... Some Words Were Said...Brook Tried To Stop Us From Fighting, And Next Thing I Know Brook Is Crying And Im Beating The Crap Out Of Sean! I Have No Idea How Long We Were Fighing For, Long Enough For Johnny To Hear Me.... And Help Brookie And Help Me Beat Up Sean Till He Was Out Cold. Idk Why Brook Thought She Say Soda... Maybe I Look Like Him Like Johnny Said. Or She Was Daydreaming About My Brother.... Which I Guess Girls Do. Johnny Drove Us Back To My House, I Didn't Let Go Of Her The Whole Time. For Awhile I Thought She'd Never Wake Up! But Everyone Kept Saying She Would! I Cant Belive I Ever Let Her Go! When She Woke Up I Was So Happy I Almost Dropped Her :D Brookie I Love You! And Im SOSOSOSOSOSSOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;~Ponyboy Curtis &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3100592735939602679?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3100592735939602679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/brookies-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3100592735939602679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3100592735939602679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/brookies-birthday.html' title='Brookies Birthday!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2800597704466310139</id><published>2010-02-10T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:31:19.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny And Kristi</title><content type='html'>Well Yesterday Johnny Came Over And Johnny Was REALLY Down. Like I Know Johnny Has Been Since Kristi Left His House, But Today It Was Really Bad. I Asked Him What Was Up And He Said He Found Out Who Killed Kristi Mom, And She's Going To Be Leaving Tomorrow(Which Is Today!) Johnny Felt Really BAd He Didn't Let Her Stay At His House But He Didn't Think He Should Make Brook And Dawn Live With Her If They Hated Her. Well The Guy Who Killed Kristi's Mom Was.... I Dont Remember But Johnny Said He Was Going 2 Kill Him. And He Said That ALL DAY! Its Hard 2 Change JCakes Mind, When Its Set On Something, I'll Just Have 2 Watch Him! Well Anyways Johnny Said He Didn't Want 2 Take Her To The Airport And Watch Her Plain Leave, Like Last Time. He Gave Me His Keys And Said "I Want You To Take Her, And Tell Her Not 2 Wait For Me." I Couldn't Believe He Was Just Letting Her Go, I Thought Guys Where Suppose To Fight For The Girls They Loved.... I Hate It When T.V. Lies! I Took Her To The Airport And Hugged Her Goodbye, She Kept Asking Where Johnny Was. I Didn't Want To Tell Her He Ain't Coming, So I Just Said He Must Be Running Late. Then When They Where Calling People To Go On The Plain She Said "I'll Take The Next Plain 2 New York! I'll Wait For Johnny." I Couldn't Help But Say "JOHNNY AIN'T COMING!" She Did A Fake Laugh, I Could Tell Her Heart Was Breaking. But Then She Went On The Plain. They Closed Off The Gate And Johnny Runs In With Security All Over Him, Because He Skipped The Scanning Thing. He Finally Got To Me And Asked Where Kristi Was And I Said "Shes On The Plain," And He Asked The Lady Who Close The Gate To Reopen It. It Was Like TV All Over Again, I Was Waiting For Him To Say, "The Girl I Love Is In There!" But He Didn't And Security Got Him And Where Dragging Him Away. The Whole Time I Just Stood There And Watch Johnny Burst Into Tears Trying To Fight Them Off, And Then I Did Something Id Never Do... I Got The Secrity To Go After Me, I Mean Its Good Practice For Track. Johnny Got Free And This Time Said They Had To Delay The Flight But They Said They Couldn't... It Was About To TAke Of, Johnny Ran To The Window And Saw Her Plain Go In The Sky. I Relized Johnny Had A Box In His Hand, He Was Gonna Give Her Something. Then A Lady, She Looked About Thirty. Came Over To Johnny. She Gave Him A Ticket And Pointed To The Other Gate... And I Relized The Same Thing Johnny Did And He Ran Over To The Gate And Got On The Plain, He Went To The Wrong Gate. I Dont Know What Happened On The Plain, Johnny Didn't Leave They Let Him Out, But When He Came Out He Didn't Have A Box Anymore, But A Smile On His Face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2800597704466310139?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2800597704466310139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/johnny-and-kristi.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2800597704466310139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2800597704466310139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/johnny-and-kristi.html' title='Johnny And Kristi'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2753250138695447399</id><published>2010-02-09T21:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:43:27.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brookie's B-Day!</title><content type='html'>It Was A Pretty Bad Day For Me, Johnny Was Telling Me He Worked Extra Hours To Get Brook A Really Good Present! He Wanted 2 Make Up For Last Year When He Forgot And Made Her A SnowMan, Cause Thats The Only Thing He Could Think Of!&lt;br /&gt;We Planned A Surprise Party For Her At My House And Johnny Told Her To Come 2 My House 9, But At 9:15 She Still Wasn't There. Johnny Started Freaking Out, And I Told Him We Could Both Look For Her. I Was Think About The Time When We Were Dating, I Remember Going To The Park And Just Talking, Sometimes We'd Just Sit In Silence And Look At Each Other. It Was Like We Were Talking With No Sound!&lt;br /&gt;I Started Walking By The Fountain When I Saw Brookie, Tied Up... Well I Was Behind Her But I Could Tell It Was Here. I Always Got A Feeling Around Her.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Was On The Phone By His Car, And I Quickly Untied Her. We Were Just About To Sneak Away When Sean Saw Us... Some Words Were Said...Brook Tried To Stop Us From Fighting, And Next Thing I Know Brook Is Crying And Im Beating The Crap Out Of Sean! I Have No Idea How Long We Were Fighing For, Long Enough For Johnny To Hear Me.... And Help Brookie And Help Me Beat Up Sean Till He Was Out Cold. Idk Why Brook Thought She Say Soda... Maybe I Look Like Him Like Johnny Said. Or She Was Daydreaming About My Brother.... Which I Guess Girls Do. Johnny Drove Us Back To My House, I Didn't Let Go Of Her The Whole Time. For Awhile I Thought She'd Never Wake Up! But Everyone Kept Saying She Would! I Cant Belive I Ever Let Her Go! When She Woke Up I Was So Happy I Almost Dropped Her :D Brookie I Love You! And Im SOSOSOSOSOSSOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;~Ponyboy Curtis &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2753250138695447399?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2753250138695447399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/brookies-b-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2753250138695447399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2753250138695447399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/brookies-b-day.html' title='Brookie&apos;s B-Day!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-217750436892676784</id><published>2010-02-05T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:18:01.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:( Didn't I Already Have That As A Title?</title><content type='html'>Well I Hung Out With My New Gangster Best Friend Today. Yes, JCake! He Was Dress All Funny, And He Made Me Dress Like That Too. You Guys Would Of Laughed Your Heads Off. We Saw Some Movie About A Hobo Becoming A Football Player.... Johnny Wanted To See The Movie About A Puppy Hotel. But The Hobo Movie Was Cool. Well Johnny And I Went To His House Afterward,We Saw Sean In The Parking Lot... He Looked Pretty Bad, So We Decided We Would Save R Energy For Monday. We Got Upstairs Just In Time To See Brook On Her Way Out. She Said She Was Going To Hang Out With Kitty. We Got Up To The Apartment...Got Freaked Out By The Bird, Almost Get Bitten By The Dog, And Played With Are Kitty. I Was Gonna Name Him Kitty, But I Felt It Be Stealing Kit-Kats Name. Plus Its A Boy And Thats A Real Girly Name. Im Thinking Of Naming Him Rusty...Or Orlando....Or Vincent! Well After Awhile Of Getting Board Johnny Got Real Upset Over Something, I Could Kind Of Tell What It Was But I Had No Idea How To Fix It. He Wanted To Go Beat Up Sean Again,(U Know Let Out Some Anger) We Got There And JCake Didn't Give Him An Mercy, I Felt Bad Just Watching... After Johnny Was Done I Didn't Even Want To Lay A Hand On Him. Then All Of A Sudden Brook Comes Out Of No Where And Starts Yelling At Johnny. "I Can't Believe You Did That Johnny!" Then She Did Something I'd Never Think I'd See EVER. She Kissed Sean, And I Dont Mean A Light One On The Cheek One Right On The Lips. My Heart Sunk, I Dont Think Brook Even Noticed I Was There, Cause She Was Only Talking 2 Johnny. I Ran Out Of The House As Fast I I Could, I Did Even Wait For Johnny, I Just Ran. I Ran To The Train Tracks, To Visit A Place I Hadn't Been For Awhile. I Stopped At A Cross Planted In The Ground, At The Spot Where My Parents Where Hit By The Train. I Laid Next To It Daydream, What Would It Be Like If They Were Still Alive. It Was Really Dark When Johnny Found Me There. "I Was Worried Sick About You Home Dogg! Don't Run So Fast Next Time,My Pants Almost Fell Down!" I Laughed A Little And He Told Me That Darry, Soda, And Kitty Were Also Looking For Me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-217750436892676784?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/217750436892676784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/didnt-i-already-have-that-as-title.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/217750436892676784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/217750436892676784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/didnt-i-already-have-that-as-title.html' title=':( Didn&apos;t I Already Have That As A Title?'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-196714374673309705</id><published>2010-01-31T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:07:55.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday Was So Much Fun! School Wasn't... I Had To Ask The Principle If I Could Go To The Carnival, Cause Im Not Allowed To Go To School Dances. I Told Her I Had A Date With This Girl I Really Liked. And Since The Principle Liked Me She Said It Was Ok. I Got To Brook's House Around 4:00. She Looked So Pretty, And She Was Wearing My Favorite Color... Red. I Gave Her A Rose. I Know Its Kind Of Corny But Girls Like Flowers...Right? We Had So Much Fun At The Carnival, I Tried To Win Her A Giant Stuffed Bear... But They Where Out! How Could They Be Out Of Giant Teddy Bears? So I Got A Medium Sized Gorilla That Well.... Kind Of Scared Me! I Dont Know What Happened To That Thing. Then We Went Of The Farris Wheel... Im Glad She Ain't Scared Of Heights Like Johnny Is, Cause We Got Stuck On The Top! Brook Was Getting Cold So I Hugged Her. We Watched The Sun Set...It Reminded Me Of The Time When Johnny And I Were In The Church And That Nothing Gold Can Stay Poem. But Im Not Bringing That Up On Our Date. We Looked Up At The Stars And She Kissed Me! :D Then Finally It Started Working. We Ate So Much Junk Food That When We Went Of Another Roller coaster I Almost Pucked, Glad I Didn't. Then It Started Snowing So The Had To Close Down! It Got Freezing!(Note To Self: Check What The Weather Is Suppose To Be Like In The Morning.) We Called Home And Got Kitty To Drive Us Home. When We Got There Brook And I Separated. I Hung Around Johnny... I Could Tell Something Was On His Mind, And He Told Me "Im Thinking Of Breaking Up With Kristi." When He Said It I Thought He Was Going To Cry. It Was Something About, She's Moving And He'd Only See Her In The Summer... He Was So Upset Her Drank All The Cola In The House! I Couldn't Really Stay Focused On What Johnny Was Doing Cause I Was Thinking About Brook... We Need To Go On Another Date. I Took One Of The Bottles Of Beer And Soda Gave Me This Look, I Could Tell He Didn't Want Me To Have Any, But Finally He Said I Could Have One. Any More And He'd Skin Me. Haha! When Everyone Was Cleaning Up, Brook And I Slipped Out. It Was Still SUPER Cold Out. I Gave Her A Hug And Kissed Her... Until Johnny And Dawn Came Out And Asked If Brook Was Ready To Go. It Was Hard To Got To Sleep After That, And It Got Harder When Darry Got All Upset That There Was A Guy In His Bed.... With His Little Sister. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-196714374673309705?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/196714374673309705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-was-so-much-fun-school-wasnt.html#comment-form' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/196714374673309705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/196714374673309705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-was-so-much-fun-school-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7502019985720744909</id><published>2010-01-25T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:32:20.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Night?</title><content type='html'>Johnny Has Been Down Lately, So I Invited Him To Go To The Movies With Kristi And I. I Wasn't Sure If I Wanted To Break Up With Kristi Or Not... Well We Saw Some Stupid Movie, About A Boy In Love. It Was GROSS!! But We Had Fun Making Fun Of The Characters. I Don't Think I've Ever Seen Johnny Soo Loud. Johnny Let Me Listen To Brittney Spears In The Car &lt;3 He Doesn't Like To Admit He Owns A Lot Of Brittney Spears Music. :) I Walked Kristi To The Door And Kissed Her Goodbye. I Started To Walk Away, When I Heard Her Scream. Johnny Came Running. And There Was Kristi's Mom, Dead On The Floor. She Seemed To Be Shot Mulitiple Times Twice In The Head And 4 In Her Chest/ Stomach Area. I Hugged Kristi And She Started To Cry. We Brought Her Over To The Neighbors House And Called The Police. Kristi Was To Scard To Let Go Of Johnny And I, She Thought The Murder Was After Her Too. So I Brought Her Home, And Explained The Story To Soda, Darry, And Kitty. Johnny Was Hugging Kristi Trying To Make Her Laugh. Then Something Hit Me. Johnny Really Cared About Kristi, She Was His Best Girl Friend.  Johnny Was Always Smiling Around Her. Then To Break This Thought, Kristi Asked "Can I Stay The Night, Pony?" Darry Gave Me This Look, "No, It's A School Night!" He Said. "Where Elsa Is She Supose To Say?" I Asked Him And Before Darry Could Answer Johnny Said "My House! Pony You Can Come Too!" But Ofcoarse Darry Was Like "You Haven't Slept Here In A Week Your Staying.I Think It's Time For You Two, To Be Going."  Before They Left, Kristi Said She Wanted To Break Up. Something About How She'd Have To Move Back To New York And Junk. I Was Sad Cause I Was Losing My Girlfriend... But That Means Johnny Will Let Me Date Brook. I Watched As Johnny And Kristi Left, And Johnny Kissed Her. Johnny Looked So Happy With Kristi.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7502019985720744909?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7502019985720744909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad-night.html#comment-form' title='72 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7502019985720744909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7502019985720744909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad-night.html' title='Sad Night?'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>72</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7469743158833775963</id><published>2010-01-22T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:24:03.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Gonna Go To A Club And Get Drunk With Britney!</title><content type='html'>Im Not Gonna Tell Ya What Happened At The Dance Friday, Cause U Dont Like Kristi... But Im Not Allowed To Go To Another Dance Till May. :( Haha! I've Been Sleeping At Johnny's House Since We've Made Up... Which Wasn't A Good Thing Cause We Forgot To Get Up Early To See Carson. I Guess Staying Up All Night Isn't Good For Waking Up Early. But We Were Only A Few Minutes Late?... I Think. &lt;br /&gt;Next Time We Are SO Taking The Train. U Know How I Was Stabbed The Other Night, It Hurts Really Bad... And Darry Kept Hitting It With His Arm. :( The First Time I Made A Noise Expressing My Pain. I Dont Wanna Tell Dar, That I Went To That Party, Cause He Will Kill Me For Being SOOOO Stupid. So When He Asked "What Was Wrong" I Said "Nothing." Maybe Thats Why He Kept Hitting Me? I Think I Ate My Weight In Junk Food On The Way There. I Dont Think I Could Eat Any More Junk Like That.... I Take That Back. I Felt Bad For Darry, Cause In A Hotel Room They're Were Only 2 Beds.... And He Had To Sleep On The Floor. But I Got A Bed... Thats All I Care About. I Dont Know Why We Got Those Rooms, Cause We All Wanted To Spend The Night. But Darry Made Me Go Back To The Hotel Cause He "Didn't Want Me Up All Night" But There Isn't Enough Room In The Hospital For All Of Us.So I Think Blair And Steve Where The Only Ones Who Stayed. That Hotel Bed Is Better Then Mine At Home, So Once I Laid On It, I Was Out Like A Light. And I Had The Weirdest Dream Ever! &lt;3 And For Once It Wasn't About Kristi! When I Told Johnny He Laughed At Me And Was Like, "She Has A Boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;~Ponyboy Curtis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7469743158833775963?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7469743158833775963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-gonna-go-to-club-and-get-drunk.html#comment-form' title='111 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7469743158833775963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7469743158833775963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-gonna-go-to-club-and-get-drunk.html' title='We&apos;re Gonna Go To A Club And Get Drunk With Britney!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>111</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-5596432734643383721</id><published>2010-01-20T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:26:20.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny! (Can I Call My Post That?)</title><content type='html'>Well, You Know By Know I Haven't Been Sleeping In My House For Awhile. I Stayed At Kristi's House The First Night, But She Thinks Im Sleeping In My House Right Now. I've Been Sleeping On The Streets. (How Did You Do It Johnny?) It Was So Cold Out I Just Couldn't Take It. There Was A Party Down The Street From Where I Was. I COuld Hear The Music Blasting. I Went It. It Was Like 8 Degrees Outside. I Waked In Relizing It Was Some Socs House (yet I Saw James There. Not Jamie) I Walked Over To There Food Table. I Thinking I Might As Well Eat While Im Here... But They Didn't Really Have Anything To Drink That Didn't Have Alcohal In It. So I Just Took The One That Looked Like It Had The Least, After I Drank A Few And Ate A LOT! I Remeber Hanging A Round Bob, Again. It Was Weird, He Hated My Guts And He Kept Trying To Hang Out With Me. I Founded Out Why Later. James, Well He Wasn't Really A Greaser. He Lied To Johnny, Like This Was All Planed. He'd Pretend To Be Johnny's BFF, But He Was Just Trying To Hurt Us. Well My 3rd Drink James Pulled Out A Gun And Put It To My Head. At First I Was Scard, Who Wouldn't Be (Other Then Dally.)  But Then Anger Kicked In. Johnny My Best Friend, Wasn't Really Anymore And I Blamed James. And Here James, Putting A Gun To My Face Saying He's Gonna "Kill" Me. I Knew As I Wasn't Gonna Let They Same Damn Kid Kill Me. I Grabbed The Gun And Twisted His Hand Back. And He Let Go. I Pointed The Gun At Him And It Got Pretty Silent, I Could Only Hear My Heartbeating. I Wasn't Gonna Kill Em', But I Know Who I Could. I Put The Gun To My Head, I Heard James Mutter "Thats Better." Then Things Started To Flash I Hear Johnny, Yea Johnny. He Yelled "Pony, Dont! I Don't Wanna Lose My Best Friend Too!" Then The Next Thing I Remeber Was He Had The Gun That Was In My Hand And Started Beating The Crap Out Of James. When He Was Done, He Picked Me Up And Ran Out. He Was Kind Of Laughing While He Was Talking To Me. "Pony, When Did You Become So Stupid." I Felt Pain In My Side, It Was Bleeding And Johnny Had His Hand Over It Trying To Put Pressure On It. Then He Started Crying "Im Not Losing You Pony, Lets Take You Home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-5596432734643383721?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5596432734643383721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/johnny-can-i-call-my-post-that.html#comment-form' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5596432734643383721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5596432734643383721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/johnny-can-i-call-my-post-that.html' title='Johnny! (Can I Call My Post That?)'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7094310387878462686</id><published>2010-01-19T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:55:18.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note + Johnny And I</title><content type='html'>I Just Wanna Tell You Guys That Im Sorry For The Bad Choices I've Made Recently. If You Knew All Of Them You'd Understand Why I Left, Even If It Wasn't For That Long. Just Last Night I Went To A Party And Got Mixed Up With The Wrong People. By That I Mean Bob, Yea I Was With Bob. And Johnny Im Sorry About The Stupid Things I Said.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Two-Bit And Dally Made Me Go 2 Johnny's Place So We Could "Talk It Out." Johnny Wasn't To Happy About It. Dally And Two-Bit Left Us. In The Beginning Johnny Was Just Yelling At Me, I Felt Really Bad. Yesterday Night Was Coming Back To Me, Bob Made Me Take Something. I Dont Know What It Was, But I Didn't Think It Make My Life Any Worse. But It Did. I Went To Johnny's House And I Wanted Him To Be My Friend Soo Bad I Said Some Stupid Things. And Maybe A Few Things About Brook, It Wasn't Anything Too Bad. It Wasn't Like I Said I Was Gonna Kill Her Or Something. But Just Mixtures Of The Bad Things I Did. When Johnny Was Yelling At Me I Kept Saying Im Sorry. Every Breath He Took I Said It. I Needed Him To Belive Me, He Was Making Me A Mess. I Was Falling And He Wasn't There To Catch Me. :'( The Johnny Finnally Stopped Yelling At Me. And He Said "I Dont Want The Gang To Break Up, Where A Family, Kind Of. So Im Gonna Put Up With You And We Can Pretend We Are Just Like We Where Before. But If You Put One Hand On My Sister, Your Gonna Wish You Were Dead." I Shook My Head Up And Down To Show I Understood. I Didn't Like The Deal. I'll Just Pretend We Didn't Make That Deal, And We Really Are Best Friends Again. So Brook, Johnny And I Agreed That I Can See You But He Has To Be There, And I Really Cant Touch You... At All.&lt;br /&gt;And Im Not Really Sure Where Im Staying For Awhile. I Think I Might Just Sleep On The Street Like Johnny And I Used To. I Dont Wanna Come Home, But Im Sure I'll See Ya Guys. I Hope,&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7094310387878462686?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7094310387878462686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7094310387878462686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7094310387878462686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/3.html' title='Note + Johnny And I'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2658636304554576503</id><published>2010-01-18T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:25:02.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Well Kitkat Promised We Spend Saturday Together. I Swear We Spent At Least A Half An Hour Staring At Each Other. We Were Each Waiting For One Of Us To Say Something, Finally She Said Something. "Lets Go To The Movies, You Like That." I Blinked At Her, "I Dont Think Im Going To The Movies For Awhile." I Replied. Kit Wasn't Very Happy I Said That. We Ended Up Going On A Car Drive, To Johnny And Brook's Apartment. I Didn't Know Till We Got There And Kitty Said "I Want You To Work This Out With Johnny!" She Stayed In The Car And Made Me Go Up To The Apartment. I Knocked At The Door And I Was Happy To See Brook Open The Door And Invite Me In. I Haven't Yet Been Inside There House, But It Was Pretty Cool. Brook Called For Johnny, And Left To Get Dress And Stuff. I Dont Think Johnny Was Too Happy To See Me, And Guess Who Elsa Was There. James!(The One Who Replaced Me, Not Jamie)Johnny Didn't Even Listen To Me He Just Said Get Out. I Dont Think Anything Hurt More Then That, I Was Wrong. I Really Tried, To Talk To Johnny Even James Felt Bad For Me. (Here's The Thing That Really Hurt)He Said "I Dont Want You Being Around Brook." I Looked At Him Shocked,And Said "What Do You Mean, She Part Of The Gang. I'd Have To Stop Hang Around Them Too."&lt;br /&gt;And Guess What He Said.... Really Guess, "Well Maybe You Shouldn't Be In The Gang." With That He Pushed Me Out The Door And Locked The Door. I Didn't Tell Kitkat That. I Just Told Her, That Johnny Wasn't Home.&lt;br /&gt;After That We Went Out For Some Soda,(Haha! Like The Kind U Drink Not My Brother)I Saw Cherry There. I Tried To Avoid Her, But She Came To Me... And Hit Me. For A Girl She Could Sure Hit Hard. She Was Yelling At Me For The Way I Broke Up With Kristi. Well, That Helped Me Figure Out Why Kristi Was So Mad At Me... But I Dont Think I Can Fix It Cause Soda Wants To "Ground" Me From Her. I Wonder If That Means I Still Cant Ask Her To The Dance. On The Way Home I Must Of Looked Depressed Or Something Cause Kitkat Said "You Know I Love You Pony, Right?" I Looked Out The Window, At All The Things We Were Passing. I Wanted To Open The Door And Jump Out. I Didn't Want To Answer That Question. I Instead Just Moved Me Head Up And Down. So It Looked Like I Said Yes. I Could Tell That Kit Wanted Me To Say 'Yes, And I Love You Too.' But I Wasn't Going To. Why? Im Not Really Sure. She's My Sister, She Has To Love Me. When We Got Home I Told Darry That I Didn't Want To Be In The Gang Anymore. He Got A Little Mad. I Didn't Really Understand Why. When I Went To Bed I Could Hear Darry Talking To Kitkat About Me. And I Pack My Things,Now Im Ready To Leave At Anytime. I Dont Want To, But If It Makes Johnny Happy I Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2658636304554576503?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2658636304554576503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2658636304554576503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2658636304554576503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2715538940892985267</id><published>2010-01-16T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:31:53.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/S1JuY-dFiHI/AAAAAAAAACI/s9MjvTfiaW4/s1600-h/Kimmy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/S1JuY-dFiHI/AAAAAAAAACI/s9MjvTfiaW4/s320/Kimmy4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427521876295780466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! The Girl On The Side Is Kimmy, Kristi Gave Me That Pic Of Her, I Thought You'd Like To See What She Looked Like Before. Anyways, Johnny Blew Me Off Today! I Mean I Could Understand U Being Mad At Your Friend For Like A Day. But Not This Long!!  I Mean Its Not Like Did Something To Stop Me From Drinking. So I Dont Get Him Being So Mad,I Learned My Lesson And I Stopped. I Spent The Day With, You'll Never Guess Who. Darry, (Brother Time). But All He Did Was Complain That I Was Being A Pain In The Butt or He'd Tell Me Im Doing Something Wrong. I Hate When Darry Does That, He Acts Like He's My Father, But Guess What HE'S NOT!! Guess What Elsa Darry Told Me, I Should Get A Job. Like I Really Have That Much Time, Maybe If I Drop Out Of School Like Soda, But Im Not. I'd Tell Ya About School On Friday, But It Wasn't Too Good. Kristi Told Me Not To Sit With Her At Lunch, She Wanted To Continue To Do The Not Talking At School Thing. And I Think Bob Was Trying 2 Get Back At Cherry By Hitting On Kristi, (Here's The Good Part,) Kristi Got So Mad At Him, She Dumped His Milk On His Head. I Sat Alone At Lunch, IDK Y, I Couldn't Find Anyone. And Then 4 Some Reason She Was Mad At Me After School, What Really Annoyed Me Was She Went 2 See Johnny And James! I Guess Johnny Likes Her More Then Me. Maybe I Should Just Jump Off A Bridge, Then Maybe Someone Will Care That Im Not Here In The Morning. I Take That Back No One Would Care, I Think They'd Just Throw A Party.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;br /&gt;No Longer Happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2715538940892985267?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2715538940892985267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2715538940892985267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2715538940892985267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/S1JuY-dFiHI/AAAAAAAAACI/s9MjvTfiaW4/s72-c/Kimmy4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-5602528413557698476</id><published>2010-01-14T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:15:48.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home SWEET! Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shit, I Just Realized I Have A Science Mid-Term Tomorrow! I Haven't Gone Like All Week And I Dont Have My Science Stuff! Darry Will Kill Me If I Fail! :( But I Dont Care To Much, I'M HOME!! I Dont Think I Missed Anything As Much As My Bed, I Missed It So Much I Walked Inside The House And Went Right To Bed! And Thats Not Because The Drug You There! Haha! I Just Found Out Bob Hit Soda.... And I Was There.... Weird! I Must Of Been Really Tired! (I Just Realized I Love ! They're Sooooo Awesome! I Used 11 If U Dont Count The Title!)(12) :D I Have No Idea Why Im So Happy, I Must Be High Or Something. Kristi Visited Me Today! :D I Like Her! A Lot! And We Had Some Fun.... Clean Fun :D I Dont Know Why She Makes Me So Happy, It's Like She Makes Me High When Im Just Around Her. ( I Hope Thats Healthy!) She Took Me To The Bridge, Did You Know Kids Ice Skate Under Neath It? Darry Didn't Really Want Me To Go, I Dont Even Remember How Kristi Got Him To Say Yes(Or How Cause Its REALLY Hard To Change His Mind.) Are School Is Having A Dance Next Weekend. It's Like A Winter Dance, Do You Think She'd Say Yes If I Asked Her? Im Not Really Sure If We're Still Dating, Or I Would Of Asked Her Today. If I Go To The Dance Does That Mean I Have To Dress Nice? Well If I Do, Im Sure Darry Or Soda Have Something Nice I Could Wear. But In Bigger News, I Think Johnny Hates Me! He Wont Return My Calls, And I DONT HAVE A PROBLEM!!! I Just Drank Like A Whole Night, That Doesn't Make Me An Alcoholic! Im Still A Good Kid, I Think Im Gonna Make Johnny Go 2 The Movies With Me Again! OMG!! I Just Remember I Have 2 Tell Ya, IDK How To Say This But, Cherry Is Having A Kid. Kristi Doesn't Think Its Mine, She Said Cherry Wouldn't Of Known This Early If It Was Mine.  Well I Gotta Go Study,&lt;br /&gt;Ponyboy Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Stay Happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-5602528413557698476?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5602528413557698476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5602528413557698476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5602528413557698476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home SWEET! Home!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-8452621502989608006</id><published>2010-01-11T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:20:27.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me When You Are Sober</title><content type='html'>Wow! Well Today Was Fun! I Dont Know, This Is A Real Weird Hospital. It Looks Like A House, But It's Not. They Were Injecting Stuff Into Me All Day, It Hurt Like Hell! Kristi Stopped By After School! She Was Really Worried About Me, And Brought Me My Home Work. When She Was Finally Done Talking I Said "I Love You!" I Realized I Never Really Told Her That. Well Once When She Was Sleeping But That Doesn't Count. She Smiled At Me.... But After Awhile I Figured Out She Wasn't Going To Say It Back. "But You Dont Love Me?" I Manage To Say. "I Never Said That!" She Protested, And Then Said Something About How She Had To Go, But Before She Left She Said 2 Things. One, Bob Is Looking To Beat Up One Of Us Socs,But Not Me. And The Second One I'll Tell Ya Later. What Was Really Weird Is Right When Kristi Left Johnny Came In. I Was Upset, That Kristi Left...(Cause She Really Didn't Have To) I Asked Johnny If He Could Sneak In Some Beer In For Me, And He Blew Up."You Dont Know How Close To Death You Where, Do You!? In Fact The Doctors Are Surprised You Made It!..." He Was Going On And On About Things That Happened When I Was Out, He Even Told Me That He Didn't Break Up With Kimmy, She Died. He Brought The Cat With Him(Im Glad Someone Listen When I Said That) And I Became Nervous He'd Kill Him, He Was Gripping My Cat Tightly, That Would Hurt Anyone. IDK Y I Thought That He'd Kill Him, I Know Johnny Wasn't The Hurting Kind But He's Never Been The Yelling Kind, I've Never Seen Him So Mad. I Got Up To Try To Get The Cat From Him. I Remember Saying "Dont Hurt The Kitty," But Thats It. I Heard Sounds All Around But I Didn't See Anything. I Heard The Cat Hit The Floor, The Nurses Yelling To Get A Doctor, Johnny Crying, And The Last Thing I Heard, Was Myself Letting Out A Scream. I Didn't Feel Any Pain, And I Didn't Feel Myself Screaming.... But I Heard It. I Had A Weird Dream Of Everyone Crying. Darry Was Hitting The Wall, Soda Was Crying On Katie, Johnny Was In A Chair On The Others Side Of The Room. He Looked The Worst Out Of All Of Us. I Dont Recall Much From That Dream But That And KitKat Wasn't There, She Must Of Left The Room, And I Knew Why. She Blamed Herself For What Ever Was Going On. I Didn't Even Know What Was Going On. But Kit, Dont Blame Yourself Somethings You Just Can Control!&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;br /&gt;"Stay Gold"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-8452621502989608006?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8452621502989608006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-me-when-you-are-sober.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8452621502989608006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8452621502989608006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-me-when-you-are-sober.html' title='Call Me When You Are Sober'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6731209249066466245</id><published>2010-01-10T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:57:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm</title><content type='html'>Johnny And I Hung Out All Day,Saturday. He Walked In And Yelled "Hello Pony!" I Was Sooo Happy To See Him!He Complained About How I Was Drinking Way Too Much And That Cherry Was Over When He Came. But Guess What He Brought Over.... A CAT!! The Tuffest Cat I've Seen... Next To Kristi's Cat! Any Name Ideas?!?! Well Anyways I Was On My 5the Bottle Of Beer When Johnny Got All, That's It Im Taking You Out Of Here. He Pulled Me Out The Door, Leaving Darry To Take Care Of Cherry When He Gets Up. I Was Stumbling All Around SO Johnny Had To Hold On To Me. I Was Telling Him About How Kristi And I Broke Up, And That Cherry Thing. By The Time I Was Finished It Was Past Lunch Time And He Was Buying Himself A Coke, I Told Him I Didn't Want One, I Still Had Half A Beer Bottle Left. We Finished And Started To Leave When Kristi Came Over. She Hugged Johnny, And Was All "I Miss You" She Said Hi To Me But Thats It. I Got So Upset, And I Think I Was A Little Drunk.... Make That A Lot! The Next Thing I Know Im Hitting Johnny On The Ground. It Wasn't Hard,Well There Wasn't Any Blood. Then All Of A Sudden I Started Crying And Say Real Stupid Things(Or At Least Thats What Johnny Said.)And Then I Kissed Kristi, Thats Really All I Remembered, Cause She Kissed Back. :D After That Kristi Wanted To Talk To Me Alone. She Heard About Last Night Cause Cherry Told Everyone. And She Asked Me, "You Where Wearing A Condom, Right?" And I Truely Didn't Know The Answer, It Was Kind Of A Blur, I Dont Remeber Putting It On. But Im Not Stupid Enough To Forget, Am I. The Room Started To Spin, I Couldn't See Anything Anymore. I Heard Kristi Call For Johnny. And Everyone Was Saying "Is He Ok?" Thats All I Can Remeber From Saturday, I Have No Idea Where I Am Now. But Johnny Is Here... I Think Im At The Hospital, But I Have No Clue. Does Anyone Know? Brook Im Sorry I Missed Going To Your Boyfriends House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6731209249066466245?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6731209249066466245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/umm.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6731209249066466245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6731209249066466245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/umm.html' title='Umm'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2755840361389163504</id><published>2010-01-08T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:22:18.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well This Week Was Fun. NOT! School Was Just Kind Of Sad! Today, Cherry Came Up To Me And Said "I Hate Your Sister!" It Made Me Laugh A Little. She Was Also Talking About How She Was Sorry That Kristi And I Broke Up. LIAR!! She Wasn't Sorry, But I Didn't Know Kristi And I Broke Up. There Was A New Rumor That Kristi And Mace (A New Kid) Where Dating, But Kristi Said He's Just Her Friend. I Think She's Only Talking To Him Cause She Doesn't Wanna Talk To Cherry And Cant Talk To Me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I Went To Her House Tonight (Kristi) And She Started To Tell Me About Her Day When I Came In. She Said "It Was One Of The Best Day's She's Ever Had!" I Would Of Came Over To Her House After School, But Mace Was Coming Over. She Told Me About The Fun They Had. I Can Admit I Was Kind Of Jealous. She Kissed Me And Asked How My Day Was. I Said "It's Getting Better." And I Started Making Out With Her. And She Stopped Me After Awhile And Said "No Sex" I Looked At Her For A Second, I Didn't Mind Too Much. I Love Kristi Whether We Have It Or Not. I Kissed Her Quick And Said "Ok" I Sat Next To Her And Put My Arm Around Her. I Told Her That Cherry Said We Broke Up, And Kristi Said, Thats What She Told Everyone. I Was Confused, That Wasn't What We Where Planning To do. "So Thats Why Do It With Me! We Broke Up? Oh And I Bet You Fucked Your New Boyfriend Mace!Maybe I Should Just Mess Around With Cherry!" I Have No Idea Why I Said That But I Did.... And Somewhere I Add In "Slut!" That, I Think Came From Blair Because She Said That To Me Today. She Stared At Me For A Few Seconds Then Said, "Im Not A Slut And You Know It! I Didn't Fuck Mace, But You Fucked Cherry Pretty Well Already!!" Then I Remember I Never Told Her That, She Just.... Knew? By This Time She Started Crying. She The Only Girl I've Seen Cry! That Guilty Feeling Was Coming Back, Im The One Who Was Making Her Cry. "Im Sorry" I Said While Hugging Her. She Push Me And Said "Get Out PonyBoy Curtis!" She Was Crying Hard Now And I Repeated "Im Sorry" But I Added "I Didn't Mean To Hurt You!" And She Just Pointed To The Door. I Grabbed My Coat And Walked Out. I Felt Bad, When I Walked Out Of The House. But At The Same Time I Felt Angry, Angry At The World. I Was Punching Everything That Was Around Me On My Walk Home, Trees, Houses, And One Person. They Where Really Mad. And To Make Things Worst Cherry Was Outside My House. I Ran Up To Her And Kissed Her. I Felt That Sour Taste Again, And Started Crying. The Kiss Lasted 5 Minutes When I Said, "I Need To Get Me Some Beer!"  I Left Her Outside, When I Got In Darry Was All Like  "Whats Wrong." And "Your Not Allowed To Drink That." I Think I Drank Most Of What Was Alcohlic In The House And Then Brought Cherry In. I Guess You Can Tell Why I Needed To Drink So Much. Darry Was Upset That Cherry Was Here, But I Told Him To Shut Up, And Locked Me Door. I Could Tell At That Her Was Pretty Mad. It Was Weird To Be Drunk, It Was Fun, But I'd Randomlly Start Crying Every Now In Then. I Felt Asleep After A While Of Cherry And I Messing Around, And When I Woke Up Cherry Was In My Arms. And I Wanted To Kill Myself!&lt;br /&gt;Before I Forget Bob and Cherry Made A Blog! www.bobandcherry.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2755840361389163504?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2755840361389163504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-this-week-was-fun.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2755840361389163504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2755840361389163504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-this-week-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6305705091139099590</id><published>2010-01-04T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:20:57.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Late Post) MONDAY!!</title><content type='html'>I Hate Mondays! First Day Back To School, The Cut A Week Off Of Winter Break! They Should Of Canceled School Today.... THERE'S 2 FEET OF SNOW!WTF! How Was My Day At School You Ask? Pretty Bad, Cherry Was All Flirty When Kristi Wasn't Around, And Wait Till You Hear What Happened During Science. Well Kristi Was Sitting Next To Cherry, And I Sat On The Other Side Of Her. Cherry Was Being ... Well A Bitch! She Told Me To "Get Lost Hood!"(While The Period Before She Was All Like "Wanna Hang Out Later........." ) Kristi Didn't Even Look At Me. I Didn't Get To Tell Her About What Cherry Did, But I'm Pretty Sure She Heard Something From Cherry Since They're BFF's! She Avoided Me The WHOLE School Day. I Came Home To Darry Yelling About How Cherry Called.... Like 50 Times.(She Must Of Called Me Like 4 Times A Minute)At 8 I Got A Phone Call From Kristi Asking Me If I Could Come Over To Talk. One Thing I Like About Cherry Annoying Me Is Darry Will Do Anything For Me To Hang Out With Someone Elsa. I Didn't Get To Her House Till Like 8:30 or Something. She Was All Nervous When I Came In, Which In Turn Made Me Nervous. Her Mom Was Home, So She Took Me To Her Room. I've Been In Lots Of Her Rooms, But Not Her Bedroom. She Told Me She Wasn't Going To Talk To Me In School Until The Cherry And I Having Sex Rumor Died Down. I Got A Really Guilty Feeling In My Stomach. There's something I Didn't Tell You Guys About.... I Asked Her How She Knew We Didn't (Bad Move For A Guy Right?) She Said "You To Sweet To Do That To Me... Plus Your Mine And She Knows I Kick Her Ass If She Did" Then I Kissed Her. It Was A Long Kiss, But It Tasted So Sweet. She Broke Off To Say "I Love Your Hair Today!" I Did It Differently, And Everyone Seemed To Like It. Then She Kissed Me And We Went A Little Far....If You Get What I Mean!Im Really Starting To Like Those X-Mas Presents, They Come In Handy! I Loved Kristi&lt;3(ohhhh So Much!)But When Cherry Fucks You,It Feels Real Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6305705091139099590?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6305705091139099590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-post-monday.html#comment-form' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6305705091139099590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6305705091139099590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-post-monday.html' title='(Late Post) MONDAY!!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3620588169793281300</id><published>2010-01-03T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:52:18.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You SUCK Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I Had A Pretty Shity Weekend. Since New Years, I Knew Things Around Here Weren't Gonna Stay The Same. I Dont Know Why But Seeing Johnny Made Me Figure That Out. He's Not Gonna Be Around As Much Anymore. He Has A Girlfriend,....   I Hope Im Not Losing My Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt; Saturday I Basicaly Just Stayed Home. This Was Easy Because Darry Had To Work,Soda And KitKat.... I Dont Know Where They Where But They Weren't Home. I Kind Of Felt Like Those Depressed People Who Just Stay Home And Think About Killing Themselfs...&lt;br /&gt; I Think I Started Watching Micky Mouse When The Door Rang. I Thought About Ignoring It But I Thought It Could Be Something Important...Like Johnny. Well It Wasn't Johnny.&lt;br /&gt; It Was Cherry,She Was One Of The Last People I Wanted To See. I Tried Blocking The Door, But She Just Shoved Me.She Was All Like Bet You Missed Me. It Wasn't Her Normal Self. She Sat On The Sofa And Wanted Me To Sit Next To Her, So I Did. She Started To Hug Me (Kind Of Like How Kimmy Hugged Johnny)And Say How Hott I Was. At First It Was Nice, I Like It When People Say Im Hott Or Cute. :D But Then She Started To Kiss Me! It Wasn't Sweet Like Kristi's, It Was More Like Kissing A Lemmon. I Tried To Puss Away But She Just Dug Her Nails Into My Back Until I Fell. She Started To Take Her Shirt Off (I Never Put One On This Morning So I Was Shirtless) She Had Me Pin Down,I Dont Know How She Became So Strong I Couldn't Get Her Off. She Had My Pants Half Down When Darry Came Home. I Wanted It To Be Anyone But Kristi Or Darry.Darry Started Swearing,I Didn't Know He Knew Soo Many. Cherry Tried Framing Me For It And Left As Fast AS She Could. I Wished I Could Leave Too, Darry Was About To Explode. He Didn't Like Cherry, And He Was Starting To Hate Her. I Told Darry That It Was All Cherry, But IDK He Totally Belived Me. He Started Yelling At Me And Said Im Gonna End Up Like Dally Or Two-Bit! I Haven't Talked To Kristi Since Thursday, So I Haven't Told Her About Cherry... Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3620588169793281300?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3620588169793281300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-suck-weekend.html#comment-form' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3620588169793281300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3620588169793281300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-suck-weekend.html' title='You SUCK Weekend!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-8530864405371972552</id><published>2010-01-02T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:12:27.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve!!! You'll Never Guess Who I Saw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well Anyways, On New Years Eve I Was At My House For A Little Bit Of The Party. Kristi Wanted To Go To This One Party Thing Where They Were Gonna Drop A Ball Or Something. I Was Telling Her That Johnny Ran Away This Morning, She Hear He Was Planning To But She Didn't Know When. After That She Didn't Say Much.  The Party Was At A Bar; Benny's Or Something like That. It Was Pretty Dark Inside, There Where People Doing Karaoke, And Drinking Until They Passed Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Hey!" Kristi Said, "It's Johnny!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And It Was! He Was Sitting With A Drink In His Hand Next To The Bar. He Had A Smile Plastered Upon His Face. I Dont Know How Kristi Could Tell That Was Him, Cause It Sure Didn't Look Like Him. I've Never Seen Him With That Smile On His Face And His Hair Was Shorter. Not By A Lot But Enough For You To Notice... U Could Even See His Eyebrows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kristi Was Trying To Get Me To Say Hi To Him, But I Wanted To Give Him Some Space. It Was Hard Because I Wanted To Talk To Him All Day And I Kept Saying I Can't. He Was Talking To A Pretty Brown Haired Girl, Or At Least I Think That Was Her Hair Color. It Was Dark And It Was Kind Of Hard To See.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Went To Get Something To Drink For Kristi And I. New Years Is One Of Those Few Days I Can Drink And Most Bartenders Dont Ask For ID. Johnny Just So Happen To Be Doing The Samething.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Ponyboy! What Are You Doing Here?" Johnny Said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Was So Happy To See Him, He Missed All Of Us Even Though He Wasn't Gone To Long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Told Him Everything I Wanted To Talk About. And All He Said Was "Im Coming Home Soon, And I'll Help You Fixs Things." I Didn't get What He Ment. He Also Said He Was Planning To Do Some Things While He Was Gone That Was Gonna Help. He Told Me Everything He Did That Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I Saw The Brown Hair Girl Talking To Kristi. Johnny Told Me That The Brown Hair Girl Was One Of Kristi's Close Friends. And That's Where He First Met Her. We Went Back To What He Was Gonna Do When He Was Gone. Right When He Finished The Girl Hugged Johnny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Who's This Johnny?" She Said In A Happy Voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Johnny Smiled So Big, I Almost Laughed. "Its My Best Friend, PONYBOY!!" The Brown Hair Girl Laughed And Stuck Her Hand Out. "My Name Is Kimmy, Nice To Meet You Ponyboy." She Was Still Hugging Johnny When I Shook Her Hand.  I Couldn't Tell If Kimmy Was Laughing Because Johnny Screamed My Name, Or If She Thought My Name Was Funny. I Think It Was The Second One. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kristi Put Her Arms Around Me And Said "Pony Is My Boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kimmy Laughed "Johnny Is Mine!" And Kissed Him In The Dark I Could Still See Johnny Turn A Bright Shade Of Red. We Stayed To Watch The Ball Drop After That Johnny And I Said Good Bye. Kristi And Kimmy Did The Same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Come Home Soon Johnnycake!" I Remember Saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Make Sure Blair And Dally Make Up! I Will Be Back Soon Pony!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-8530864405371972552?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8530864405371972552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-eve-youll-never-guess-who-i.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8530864405371972552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/8530864405371972552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-eve-youll-never-guess-who-i.html' title='New Years Eve!!! You&apos;ll Never Guess Who I Saw!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-4950138933894578277</id><published>2009-12-31T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:23:42.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DALLY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well Anyways If Your Read The Blog And Comments From My Last Post You'd Know That Dally Beat Up Kristi! She Didn't Want To Tell Me, But I Got It Out Of Her. She Didn't Call The Cops On Him Cause She "Thinks He's A Nice Guy" (I Don't Think She Knows Dally To Well) She Also Thought He Was Like A Puppy,(Which I Don't See) "Puppys Do Bad Things But At The End Of The Day Everyone Loves The Puppys.Unless Your Allergic" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She Told Me Dally Was Drunk And Probably Wanted To Do Somethings Before He Became A Dad. She Knew It Was Dally Cause When He Lived In New York, He Was In The Same Gang As Kristi's Brother. At First I Thought He Just Wanted To Beat Up A Socs Or Something, But This Isn't The Case.  I Don't Know How To Say It But Um, HAVE SEX WITH HER!! There I Said It! She Never Said If They Did Or Not, But I  Was Watching TV At Her House And It Says That If Someone Is Trying To Do That To You Let Them Go Through With It And Then Call The Police, When Its Over. Or Something Like That.I Think Dally Would Leave After That, I Don't Know How You Can Get A Dally Out Of Your House With Out Him Wanting Too. I Wonder  If Kristi Got A Few Punches At Dally. YOUR NOT SUPPOSE TO HIT GIRLS DALLY!! Then Again Dally Never Follows Rules Or Laws. I Dont Think I'm Mad With Kristi Even If She Did You Know What With Dally, But Mann I'd Kill Dally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~Ponyboy Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stay Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-4950138933894578277?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4950138933894578277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dally.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4950138933894578277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4950138933894578277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dally.html' title='DALLY!!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-5588799626155733317</id><published>2009-12-30T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:57:06.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So Today I Basically Stayed Inside All Day. Kristi Called Me Around Lunch Time And Said, "I Dont Think We're Working Out." I Think That Was Her Way Of Breaking Up With Me. :( I Couldn't Eat After That, I Could Only Think Of The First Day I Saw Her And I Wondered If The Only Reason She Dated Me Was Cause She Liked Or Used To Like Johnny. Maybe I Was Being Used. I Must Of Smoked At Least Two Packs Today, Kristi Hated It When I Smoked Sround Her.When Darry Came Home From Work He Tried To Get Me To Feel Better. He Gave Soda The, I Told You So Look. (Darry Thinks Im Too Young To Date) It Was After Dinner When I Got Another Phone Call. It Was Kristi, She Wanted Me To Come Over And Stay The Night. I Wasn't Sure It I Wanted To But I Thought Maybe She Didn't Really Break Up With Me. Darry Took Me There, But I Got One Of Those Talks That You Get After A Break Up He Said Stuff Like, "Dont Kill Her" And "Try To Still Be Her Friend" And "DON'T BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!!" But I Get That One Every Time He Drives Me Somewhere. When I Got There She Gave Me The Happiest Smile I Have Ever Seen, And A Big Hug. "Im Sorry Ponyboy!" She Kind Of Sounded Like She Had Been Crying Or She Was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She Told Me Why She Broke Up With Me. She Saw Me And Cherry Kiss Yesterday And Asked Cherry About It. Cherry Told Kristi That I Kissed Her And She Should Break Up With Me Cause Im A "Cheating Asshole" (That's What Cherry Called Me... It Makes Me Feel So Loved By Cherry) Kristi Also Told Me She Was Thinking Of Getting Pay Back By Kissing Some Guy... Or More But She Couldn't, She Liked Me Too Much. She Called Me And Said Things Weren't Working Out Because She Didn't Think She Deserved Me. And I Was Starting To Think She Didn't And I Didn't Need Her. It Was Mostly Her Fault Johnny Was Leaving, But It Was Also Mine. She Should Of Asked Me First Instead Of Cherry. She Started Crying When She Told Me All Of This, I Hugged Her And Listened. I Thought I Loved Her, But Now Im Not Sure. I Loved It When She Hugged Me Or When She Said My Name. I Didn't Mind Her Crying And Staining My Shirt With Her Make Up, Her Doing That Just Made Me Happy. She Finally Stopped Crying (She Was Crying For Like 3 Hours!) And She Was Starting To Fall Asleep In My Arms, But Before She Did She Told Me Something That Made Up My Mind If I Was Going To Take Her Back Or Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"I Love You Ponyboy, I Love You!" That Was The First Time She Ever Said That To Me (And We've Been Dating Since When... THE SUMMER!) Johnny Told Me Kristi Never Told Him That, It Made Me Feel Really Good. I Looked Down At Her Face On My Shoulder, All The Make-Up On Her Face Was Gone. She Had One Good Black Eye And A Cuts All Over. I Laughed And Thought Blair Must Have Gotten Here Earlier. :D I Didn't Think She'd Actually Hurt Her Or Even If She Did Not That Much. Later (When She Woke Up) I Found Out Who Really Came To Hurt Her. In The Light She Looked Like I Did After That One Rumble, Like She Fell Off A Motorcycle And Got Ran Over A Few Times. I Almost Started To Cry When She Told Me(Guess Who It Was!). I Couldn't Stand Seeing Someone I Liked Hurting. I Guess Its True "It's Tuff All Over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-5588799626155733317?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5588799626155733317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5588799626155733317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/5588799626155733317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/what.html' title='WHAT?!?!?!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-1881239454990180269</id><published>2009-12-29T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:02:45.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day With Johnny And Kristi!</title><content type='html'>Well This Morning I Woke Up To The Smell Of Bacon And Eggs..... And Chocolate Cake! :D Kristi Was Making Breakfast And Mann, She Can Cook! She Made The Cake Cause She Knew That's What I Normally Eat But She Didn't Know If I'd Like Something Different. I Wasn't Expecting To Stay The Whole Day With Kristi, But I Did. Johnny Came Over And So Did Cherry Valance. (I Haven't Seen Her In Awhile!) Kristi And Cherry Are Good Friend Since They Both Do Cheerleading. We Spent Most Of The Day Making Snow Forts, Having Snowball Fights, And Making A Few Snow Men. (Kristi's Got One Big Back Yard!) During The Snowball Fight Cherry Came Up And Kissed Me! CHERRY! I Hoped Kristi Didn't See It! I Always Thought She Liked Dally Or Johnny, But Not Me! Cherry Left When We Where Done In The Snow Cause It Was Getting Really Dark And Cold.  Johnny,Kristi, And I Went Out For Pizza. Kristi Kind Of Kept Her Space From Me, Like She Sat Next To Johnny.... Not Me! :( And She Was Talking About Fun Things They Used To Do When They Where Dating, Instead Of Johnny Feeling Like A Third Wheel I Did! I Was Kind Of Glad When Johnny And I Left, I Didn't Like The Fact That Johnny And Kristi Where Once An Item.... I Didn't Know It! When I Got Home I Sure Heard It From Darry! You'd Think He'd Be Glad To See Me. :/  I Think It Was Because I Didn't Call Him And I Walked In At 10pm! (Even Though Thats Not Too Late)Oh Before I Forget Darry Is Making A Blog! &lt;a href="http://www.darrycurtisblog2.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.darrycurtisblog2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-1881239454990180269?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1881239454990180269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day-with-johnny-and-kristi.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1881239454990180269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1881239454990180269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day-with-johnny-and-kristi.html' title='My Day With Johnny And Kristi!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3938303885558986981</id><published>2009-12-27T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:29:22.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sodapop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.E. Hinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><title type='text'>Kristi!! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kristi Got A New Camera For Christmas! She Sent Me This Pic This Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/Szf7Pky_v5I/AAAAAAAAABA/SYxgnxz1pi4/s1600-h/Kristi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076921557860242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/Szf7Pky_v5I/AAAAAAAAABA/SYxgnxz1pi4/s320/Kristi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thought I'd Upload It For You To See! :D Isn't She Just The Prettiest Thing You've Ever Seen! :D I Thought This Would Be A Good Time To Tell Ya About Her. Well She Moved Here From New York! Her Dad Is A Doctor Up There. Her Dad Made Her Mom And Herself Move Here When Her Brother Died.  Her Brother Was Shot In A Gang Fight..... When She Says Gang Fight I Think Of Dally.  She Doesn't Like Her Mom Too Much Because She's Cheating On Her Dad With Some Guy.They Call Him Her "Stepdad". And She Cant Even Tell Her Real Dad Cause Well Lets Just Say That Her "Stepdad" Is Pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well Anyways, She Wanted To Invite Our Gang Over To Her House Tommorrow. She Says You Guys Can Stay The Night Since Her Mom Is Visting Her Dad In New York And She Doesn't Think Her "Stepdad" Will Come To Check Up On Her.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stay Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3938303885558986981?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3938303885558986981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/kristi-3.html#comment-form' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3938303885558986981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3938303885558986981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/kristi-3.html' title='Kristi!! &lt;3'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/Szf7Pky_v5I/AAAAAAAAABA/SYxgnxz1pi4/s72-c/Kristi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-1973885995872158213</id><published>2009-12-25T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:18:30.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well Darry Wasn't Too Happy When I Told Him I Spending Christmas Eve At Kristi's House. In Fact He Was Happy At All, But Sodapop Convinced Him To Let Me Go! Thanks Soda! Yesterday Was Her First Day Out Of The Hospital, It Was Also My First Day Seeing Her House. I Swear Thats The BIGGEST House I Have Ever Seen! You Could Fit Are Gang And The Shepards In There.... And Still Have A TON Of Room. We Watched A Christmas Story.... Or At Least I Think Thats What It Was Called. Well That Was Only One Of The Movies We Watched. We Where Done Watching Movies Around 12am. And Right When It Turned 12 She Screamed "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" And Pulled Out A Present For Me. Kristi Told Me Not To Buy Her An X-mas Present, So I Didn't. It Made Me Feel Soo Guilty. I Opened It And It Was A Nice Leather Jacket. She Said "You Never Wear A Jacket, So I Thought I'd Get You A Tuff One." She Also Had Me Look In The Pocket.... You'll Never Guess What Was In There.... Well You Could. It Was Condoms! I Kind Of Laughed Cause I Swear Even Santa Was Bringing Me That For Christmas.  I Smiled At Her And Asked When I Would Need It. (I Couldn't Tell If It Was For Future Use Or Today Use) She Started To Laugh, "Really Pony, You Had To Ask That." And Then We Started Kissing......  You Can Guess What Happen Next. Then When It Was A Good Time, We Left To Go To My House. I Left My Shirt At Her House Though, I Was To Tired To Remember To Get It. When We Got There I Just Lad On The Couch And She Laid On Top Of Me. We Watched Everyone(Darry,Soda,And Katie) Open There Presents. Darry Had A Little Talk With Me After Lunch. It Was Something Like, I Know You Had "Fun" Last Night. (I Guess It Was On My Face Or Something) And Darry Told Me I Was Too Young And Stuff, Then He Was All Like My Baby Brothers A Man. I Couldn't Help But Laugh! Johnny Just Came Over! And Kristi Is Staying The Day. What Did You Guys Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Stay Gold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-1973885995872158213?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1973885995872158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1973885995872158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/1973885995872158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-2600351557537762071</id><published>2009-12-23T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:36:16.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Johnny?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; Today I Went To School, Kristi Asked Me To Go To School. And I'll Listen To Her.   But When I Go To The Hospital After School Johnny Was There.  Kristi Asked Me How My Day Was And For The Homework She Missed. I Told Her It Was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; And Explained The Homework. When I Was Done She Explained Her Day With Johnny....... DAY!! The &lt;strong&gt;Whole&lt;/strong&gt; Day With My Girlfriend. She Went Half Way Through Her Day When I Stood Up And Gave Johnny A Piece Of My Mind. Haha! Well Not Really! I Just Brought Him Into The Hallway And Said (Well Yelled) "GET YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND!!!" And I Left..... I Think Kristi Heard Me But I Dont Care Too Much. Why Would Johnny Wanna Steal My Girlfriend?! GET YOUR OWN JOHNNY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-2600351557537762071?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2600351557537762071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-johnny.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2600351557537762071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/2600351557537762071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-johnny.html' title='Why Johnny?!?!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-4402545469204855995</id><published>2009-12-22T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:27:16.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><title type='text'>Today At The Hospital</title><content type='html'>Well Today Was Like Yesterday! I Watched Kristi Sleep And The Snow Fall, I Wondered If She'd Be Able To See It. I Now Know The Answer. I Skipped School (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; Tell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Darry&lt;/span&gt;!) And Johnny Visited Today. He Tried To Wake Her Up. He Did Some "Research" On It And Thought He Knew How To Wake Her Up.... One Of His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Attempts&lt;/span&gt; Was Singing. (Johnny Can Sing Good If He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trys&lt;/span&gt;!) I Got A Good Kick Out Of It. He Stayed Most Of The Day.  Kristi's Mom Gave Me Some Good News. If Kristi Woke Up, She Would Be Able To Spend X-Mas With Me Because Kristi's Mom Was Leaving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Which Leads Me To Better News!! Kristi Woke Up Today! She Looked At Me And Said (Really Fast) "Hey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PONYBOY&lt;/span&gt;!! Where Have You Been? I Missed You." Then She Stood Up "I Had Fun At The P..." She Fell Back Down. She Was Out For An Hour After That And Woke Up Again. I Would Of Thought It Was A Dream If Johnny Wasn't There.&lt;br /&gt;When She Woke Up Again, She Looked Out The Window And Said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ponyboy&lt;/span&gt;, There's White Cold Stuff Out Side." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Johny Left After Awhile. She Told Me About How She Used To Live In New York, And HATED The Snow. And She Told Me Why She Moved Here, But I'll Tell Ya That Later. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; Staying At Her House For X-mas Eve And We'll Go To Mine On X-mas :D.... I Just Haven't Told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Darry&lt;/span&gt; Yet! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-4402545469204855995?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4402545469204855995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-at-hospital.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4402545469204855995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4402545469204855995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-at-hospital.html' title='Today At The Hospital'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-6936387108429023546</id><published>2009-12-19T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:50:58.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Night Turned Bad!</title><content type='html'>So Kristi And I Went Out Tonight. I Forgot Who's Party Though. Johnny, Blair, And Brook Where Going 2 So They Might Know. Well I Drank A WHOLE LOT.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt; What But It Was The Only Thing That Wasn't Alcohol. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; I Had 2 Go Pee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; Bad. Kristi Laughed When I Told Her That. But Anyways, I Told Her 2 Talk 2 Blair. There Was A Long Line And I Almost Peed My Pants. So It Took At Least Ten Minutes. When I Came Out There Where Some Socs, Saying Some Rude Remarks, And Hitting Kristi's Butt And Stuff (Like Dally Usually Does) I Could Tell They Had A Little To Much To Drink, But I Didn't Care. I Ran Towards The Main Socs, And We Tumbled To The Floor. I Was Doing Pretty Well Beating The Crap Out Of Him, Until The Other Socs Started Beating On Me. Kristi Was Looking For Something Or Someone To Help Me. Then One Pulled Out A Blade And Cut Me Real Deep In My Right Side Going All The Way To The Back. I Yelled In Pain, And Kristi Hit One Across The Head With A Beer Bottle. And The Guy With The Blade Stabbed Right Into Her Leg Making Her Fall To The Ground. They Where Pulling Me Outside. I Tried To Break Through But It Wasn't Working. Kristi Was Trying To Keep Up With Them When They Were Dragging Me. I Was Sure I Was Going 2 Be Killed By These Guys. Then I Saw Someone Running After Us. It Was Johnny! I Don't Think I Was SO Glade To See Him! By The Time He Got To Us We Were Outside. The Guys Weren't To Strong Cause Johnny Was Fighting Them Off. Well There Was Only 3 Of Them And 2 Were Hurt 2 So I Can See Johnny And His Blade Beating The One. Then The One Johnny Was Beating, Ran Over To Kristi And Took Out His Blade.&lt;br /&gt;"You Make A Move I'll Kill Her!" The Socs Screamed&lt;br /&gt;She Pushed Him, As A Result He Pushed Her.... In A Wall.... Knocking Her Unconscious. They Then Ran Into There Car, And Started Driving. I Was About To Cry Seeing Kristi On The Floor Not Moving. I Moved Over To Her As Quickly As I Could. Johnny Took His Shirt Off And Wrapped It Around Her Bleeding Leg. I Picked Her Up And Started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Running&lt;/span&gt; Towards The Nearest Hospital, But It Just So Happened The Socs We Where  Parked Down The Street. Johnny Was So Mad At Them He Ran At Their Car And Broke The Front Window Knocking Out The 2 In The Front Seat. He Told Me To Keep Running There, But The Socs In The Back Came Out And Punched Johnny. I Put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krisi&lt;/span&gt; Down And Johnny And I Beat Up That Socs, And Went Along Running With Kristi In My Arms. When We Got There, I Could See Johnny's Hands. The Were Covered Wit Blood From Breaking The Window. Kristi Got Help First But Johnny And I Were Fighting About Who Would Get It Next. I Think I Went Next, Cause When I Woke Up I Was Plugged Into A Machine. I Lost SO Much Blood I Fainted. But If It Wasn't For Johnny I Would Of Died. Kristi Is Still Unconscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-6936387108429023546?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6936387108429023546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-night-turned-bad.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6936387108429023546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/6936387108429023546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-night-turned-bad.html' title='A Good Night Turned Bad!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-7915548628535935034</id><published>2009-12-18T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:04:58.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sodapop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.E. Hinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outsiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><title type='text'>Johnny's Party! + My Early X-Mas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Johnny LOVED The Party! Only He's Really Sad, Soda Wasn't There. Where Was He? Johnny Is REALLY Mad At Him Right Now, Everyone Was There But Him. Anyways, You'll Never Guess What Happened With Kristi (My Girlfriend) And I. Well She And I Were Talking In The Kitchen Getting The Cake For Johnny. Then We Kind Of Forgot The Cake And I Pulled Her Into Me And Was About To Kiss Her, When Johnny Walked In. (Thanks Johnny BTW) He Wanted To See What Was Taking So Long, It Took Him Awhile To Realize I Wanted Him To Go Back Into The Other Room, But It Was To Late He Wreaked The Moment. :( But Thats Okay Johnny. Cause When I Was Walking Her To Her Car The Scene Happened Again Without Johnny, But It Was More Like A Make-Out Thing. Someone Should Of Told Me Kissing Girls Felt So Good! I Would Of Kissed A LOT More Girls.I Wish I Would Of Got Farther But Everyone Was Still In The House. I Think I Had A Nice Early X-Mas Present. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-7915548628535935034?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7915548628535935034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/johnnys-party-my-early-x-mas-present.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7915548628535935034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/7915548628535935034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/johnnys-party-my-early-x-mas-present.html' title='Johnny&apos;s Party! + My Early X-Mas Present'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3269563862568085652</id><published>2009-12-17T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:49:32.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sodapop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outsiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.E. Hinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><title type='text'>If You Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If Ya Didn't Know I Have A Girl Friend! You Might Of Saw Her At The DX (That's Where We First Met) But Anyways Your Gonna See Her At Johnny's Party.  She's 15, Has Wheat Gold Hair, And When You First Look Into Her Eyes They Look Dark Brown, But They're Really Light Brown. She's Middle Class But Sure Acts Like Us Greasers. (I Think U Might Like Her.) She Also Goes To My School.... We Have Science Class Together. You'll Learn More About Her Tommorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~ Ponyboy Curtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;STAY GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3269563862568085652?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3269563862568085652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3269563862568085652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3269563862568085652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-didnt-know.html' title='If You Didn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-3015195086489159611</id><published>2009-12-15T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:53:02.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sodapop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.E. Hinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outsiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><title type='text'>Guess Whats Coming Up!!!</title><content type='html'>Do You Know What To Day Is? Its The 15th of December!!! And I Had To Blog About It Because That Means FRIDAY Something Very Special Happened.......... Johnny Was Born!!! I Wanted Him To Blog About It, But You Know Johnny. SOO What Should We Do For His Birthday??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-3015195086489159611?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3015195086489159611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-whats-coming-up.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3015195086489159611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/3015195086489159611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-whats-coming-up.html' title='Guess Whats Coming Up!!!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-9206261390116210621</id><published>2009-12-13T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:52:55.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrismas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sodapop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.E. Hinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><title type='text'>X-mas Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well As Everyone Knows, X-mas Is Coming. Im Getting Into The Holiday Spirt! Haha. I Haven't Gotten Any Presents For Darry Or Sodapop Yet. It's Cause I Dont Know What To Get Them. Maybe I Should Get Them Hair Grease. Haha, I Mean They Use It Dont They? You Guys Got Any Ideas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Ponyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;STAY GOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-9206261390116210621?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9206261390116210621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-mas-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/9206261390116210621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/9206261390116210621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-mas-is-coming.html' title='X-mas Is Coming!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470566154694848077.post-4816993350527295756</id><published>2009-12-12T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:33:54.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.E. Hinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outsiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponyboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Hey! Im BACK!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, I Decited To Start Blogging Again! This Is My New Blog. Sorry Its Been Awhile Since The Last Time I've Blogged, BUT IM BACK!!! Haha. Sooooo What Are You Guys Up To? Johnny And I Are Going To The Movies Today.... But I Haven't Told Darry Yet. Who Knows Maybe My Girl Will Come Too.Remind Me To Tell Soda Im Blogging Again.&lt;br /&gt;~ Ponyboy&lt;br /&gt;"Stay Gold!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/470566154694848077-4816993350527295756?l=ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4816993350527295756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4816993350527295756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470566154694848077/posts/default/4816993350527295756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponyboycurtis-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-im-back.html' title='Hey! Im BACK!'/><author><name>Ponyboy Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918764909997454414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hEWSjZXhPpc/SyQNa_92s3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/xyKOB6moOGo/S220/PontboySmile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
