<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:04:25.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so says i</title><subtitle type='html'>after all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115973233205366162</id><published>2006-10-01T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:52:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Privacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me, its a very rare thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115973233205366162?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115973233205366162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115973233205366162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115973233205366162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115973233205366162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/10/privacy.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115491609442505016</id><published>2006-08-06T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:01:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+ Known as: Rebekah/ Beka&lt;br /&gt;+ Born: 07/24&lt;br /&gt;+ Haircolor: Very Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;+ Eyecolor: Icy blue, with a dark blue rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed? many a time.&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someone else's heart? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;+ Had your heart broken? At the time you really think it is, but later on I've come to realize that it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true? Yes, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Wearing: Bikiniii.&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to: Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;+ Located: Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;+ Chatting with: My sister.&lt;br /&gt;+ Watching: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;+ Should REALLY be: I just finished cleaning my room, so I think I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4 - DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you brush your teeth? DER!&lt;br /&gt;+ Have any piercings? Ears&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive? Yes&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink? Yes&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a cell phone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5 - THE LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged: Abby&lt;br /&gt;+ IMed: I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;+ Talked with on the phone: Elizabeth Bates Steele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7 - PERSONAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you want to be when you get older? Everything.&lt;br /&gt;+What comes first in your life? My family.&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush? Actually No. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;+ What are you most scared of? Death.&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you usually think about before you go to bed? My mind races.&lt;br /&gt;+ Did you lose someone you really loved? Yes, don't we all? &lt;br /&gt;+ How many times have you FALLEN in love: Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 8 - FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Movie: The Goonies, and pretty in pink&lt;br /&gt;+ Band: Jack Johnson, Cartel&lt;br /&gt;+ Store: Target and Macys&lt;br /&gt;+ Cousin: I don't have any true cousins.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sport: Surfing.&lt;br /&gt;+ Food: Spicy, anything spicy.&lt;br /&gt;+ Candy: Peanut Butter M&amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;+ Day of the week: Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;+ color: Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 9 - DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to walk in the rain? Yes, I love to dance in it more though.&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue? Blue.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side, stomach or back? All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a goldfish? never.&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 11 - THIS OR THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pierced nose or tongue? Nose&lt;br /&gt;+ MTV or BET? MTV.&lt;br /&gt;+ 7th heaven or dawsons creek? Dawsons Creek.&lt;br /&gt;+ Chocolate or flowers? Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;+ Color or Black-and-white photos? B&amp;W. It reminds me of an old Heburn movie. &lt;br /&gt;+ Stay up late or sleep in? Stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot or cold? Hot.&lt;br /&gt;+ Sun or moon? Sun.&lt;br /&gt;+ Left or Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;+ 10 Acquaintances or one best friend? One Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;+ Mustard or ketchup? Mustard&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring or Fall? Spring.&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy or sad: Happy.&lt;br /&gt;+ Wonder or amazement? Amazement.&lt;br /&gt;+ McDonald's or Burger King? Neither&lt;br /&gt;+ Mexican or Italian food? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Grace.&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: same as the current.&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased CD: U2&lt;br /&gt;First pets: Dog&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: WIth my mom on the way home from Adam and Noah's House.&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: A couple weeks ago at camp.&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: Oh man. Don't go there.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call? Rachel... ooopsss.&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: This Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: Reefs&lt;br /&gt;Last Song played: DMB----&gt;#41&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: I think it was Gas. I don't really buy anything else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: Last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: 2ndlight.com&lt;br /&gt;Last word/s you said: I think so&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang: Crash Into me&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed?: Junk in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today?: 7:30&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: Happy, so so so very HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;current food: I'm about to go get some of my birthday ice-cream cake. &lt;br /&gt;Current hair: Messy on top of my head. Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance(s): Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Current hate: I don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear glasses/contacts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have had piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have/had freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x]My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x]I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I've glued my hand to something&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had my pants rip/drop in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a real designer purse.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I own an accesory other than a purse from a designer&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] Majority of my closet is abercrombie/hollister/american eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up easily to others.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I twirl my hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7 even with an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering names&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My answers are totally true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115491609442505016?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115491609442505016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115491609442505016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115491609442505016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115491609442505016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/08/known-as-rebekah-beka-born-0724.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115440121630593533</id><published>2006-07-31T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:00:16.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachuca sunrise</title><content type='html'>Minus The Bear is amazing, check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 17 now... and until last night when I was standing in blockbuster, did I relize that I can now see Rated 'R' movies or rent them. Ah I guess that is the perk of being 17? Why didn't someone remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been odd lately. Rainstorm today, it was horrid, I was scared to drive home from publix it was so bad. I couldn't see anything at all. My mom was right in front of me the whole way home. It was a monsoon... to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afriad to start life again, I am enjoying these lazy days of summer... Going to the shop and doing what I please may it be painting or writing letters to long lost friends of my past. I love summer. I love, love it. Hopefully this school year will pass quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115440121630593533?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115440121630593533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115440121630593533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115440121630593533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115440121630593533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/07/pachuca-sunrise.html' title='Pachuca sunrise'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115370786898688048</id><published>2006-07-23T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:24:29.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was amazing, with the exception of my cabin. haha They were nuts, to say the least and they had major attitude problems. But I always grow from the challenge of dealing with that and it better prepares me for more intense problems. Always good. I cryed three nights in a row, I started thursday night during skit night, everything just overwhelmed me, and I started to bawl. Then of course naturally I would cry on friday night during closing ceremony, I started when Hannah was awarded Honor camper. I cryed when Britney left on saturday and then I cryed when i said goodbye to Johanna, and then again when I said goodbye to Lizzy and Julia, and then I kept crying my whole way to Jensen's House to pick up Hannah. I love my Wekiva friends with all my heart, which is why its so hard to say good-bye because you never know when your going to see them again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday is tomorrow. &amp; as of now my mom is making me work and pick up kids from soccer practice. Isn't that pleasent? Oh yes. Way to spend the one day I want to sleep. I need sleep. I haven't been this tired in ages, I'm emotionally drained, as well as Physically. I do not have anything left in me for anyone. I just sit there stairing into space and nodding off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty I'm off to go to sleep. Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115370786898688048?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115370786898688048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115370786898688048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115370786898688048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115370786898688048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-off-camp-was-amazing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115233266558602166</id><published>2006-07-07T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:24:25.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk and Summer.</title><content type='html'>I've been sick all week... Always a good time. Laying in bed all day long, or laying on the floor at the shop for hours on end. The whole camp got the stomach flu, and I got the effects after I got home. Never did I feel so lethargic in my life. I lost quite a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been great. I am so happy to be able to walk outside and feel the sun on my shoulders again. All week I've been wearing sweaters... and wrapping big fleece blankets around me while sitting in the sun still shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a beach day. I am making the three days when I get back from Gainsville beach days. If you would like to join me, leave a message, call the house, e-mail. I'm ready to have summer. I feel like such an adult this year, I finally got to hang out with my best friend last night for the first time all summer. Work has overloaded me once again, and I feel as though I'm going to enter my senior year with the all the weight I left Jr. year with. Not having a moment to breath in between. I cannot wait for my birthday, its almost seems like the only valid excuse to take a break. I will spend the whole day doing what I please. Maybe just driving around thinking, stoping at the beach for a quick surf, grabbing a burrito. Just breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished (and started) a painting today at the shop. There were horrific amounts of rain so therefor it was slow as if that is any excuse I suppose. I paint a lot when I'm there... I started the other rocking chair as well. Painting is something that mellows me out... I'm not good at it, it just keeps me concentrated on one thing, and I focuse I don't think about anything else. I'm at peace, just like when I'm at the beach. Or when I find a good mellow C.D.&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UF is sunday. Hopefully I'll get to see a lot of the campus. Hopefully the drive isn't to bad.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it is relaxing most of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115233266558602166?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115233266558602166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115233266558602166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115233266558602166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115233266558602166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/07/dusk-and-summer.html' title='Dusk and Summer.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115188940807468492</id><published>2006-07-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:16:48.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me Gustan Mucho:&lt;br /&gt;WYC&lt;br /&gt;Ceasar Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Being Home&lt;br /&gt;Driving my car again&lt;br /&gt;Friends who want to know where I've been&lt;br /&gt;The Fray&lt;br /&gt;Swimming pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss:&lt;br /&gt;The beach&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people in particular whom I haven't seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of camp went well...If you call the whole camp going through the stomach flu, while the counsolors who were'nt puking had to clean up the mess. The schedules for the girls were messed up everyday, and we had to fix them... yet we got yelled at because we were trying to fix them. Our motto for the week: "WHATEV." I had a good time, met a lot of new friends whom are awesome. Bonded with the coolest camper ever, sydney. She was amazing, and I see a great future for that kid. She will make an awesome counsolor at wekiva which excites me. There was a lot of fun to be had of course. I'm missing two weeks of camp because of UF. So I'll be back for the last week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is soon... I don't know whether or not to be excited, I guess its just another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115188940807468492?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115188940807468492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115188940807468492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115188940807468492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115188940807468492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-gustan-mucho-wyc-ceasar-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-115065162442540915</id><published>2006-06-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T10:27:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List  &lt;strong&gt;TEN&lt;/strong&gt; songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if&lt;br /&gt;they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with your  songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Beatles - Let it Be &lt;br /&gt;2. The Fray- How to Save a Life&lt;br /&gt;3.Bob Marley - No Woman No Cry&lt;br /&gt;4. Snow Patrol- Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5. Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley- His Newest Album in a whole is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ben Harper- Don't talk about Murder while I'm eating&lt;br /&gt;7. No Doubt- Hella Good&lt;br /&gt;8. Sublime- 40 oz to Freedom&lt;br /&gt;9. Jack Johnson-Bubble Toes&lt;br /&gt;10. Radiohead- 2+2=5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually tag people. But Shannon I'll tag you, you update regularly.&lt;br /&gt;As for anyone else, tag yourselves lets here what music is your fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a good weekend, and I'm ready to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-115065162442540915?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/115065162442540915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=115065162442540915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115065162442540915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/115065162442540915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/06/list-ten-songs-you-are-into-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114964276937073814</id><published>2006-06-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:12:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>::a bunch of oddly #d questions::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200. My middle name is:&lt;br /&gt;well its starts with an: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199: My first name is:&lt;br /&gt;frequently misspelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198. I am a:&lt;br /&gt;a Blondie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197. my cell phone company is:&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm still cellphoneless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;196. My eye color is:&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;195. My shoe size is:&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;194. My ring size is:&lt;br /&gt;7, for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192. My height is:&lt;br /&gt;5'7 and a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;191. I am allergic to:&lt;br /&gt;Math, tempermental people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. I live in:&lt;br /&gt;A house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. The last book I read:&lt;br /&gt;Well I read the new Gossip Girls which was good, but as for wholesome? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. My bedtime is:&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had one since I was about 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187. One thing I know for sure about the opposite sex is:&lt;br /&gt;They are often more fun than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;186. I am glad I'm me because:&lt;br /&gt;I have the best life ever, I have the best family ever, and right as of now everything is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. The perfect kiss is:&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177. The last three cd's I bought are:&lt;br /&gt;Ben Harper, Shakira, and... I haven't the slightest idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Last song that made me cry was:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, a lot of them make me cry but the most would probably be 'wake me up when september ends' and 'I Miss You'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. My most treasured POSSESSION(s) is(are):&lt;br /&gt;my independence. my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170. What did you do last night:&lt;br /&gt;Layed in my Hamock outside, for a while and then I came in and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. My skin's reaction to the sun is (tan/burn):&lt;br /&gt;tan/freckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::I Do (YES)/Do Not (NO) Believe In:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Santa?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;lust yes, love no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. Luck?:&lt;br /&gt;of the Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Fate?:&lt;br /&gt;destiny yes. if its the same, i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. God?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Aliens?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Heaven?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Hell?:&lt;br /&gt;goes hand in hand with heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Ghosts?:&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. Horoscopes?:&lt;br /&gt;I will occasionally read it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Soulmates?:&lt;br /&gt;Eh? I'm too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::Which is Better?:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Hugs or Kisses?:&lt;br /&gt;depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Drunk or High:&lt;br /&gt;drunk. Drugs are gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. phone or online:&lt;br /&gt;In person. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Red heads or Black hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. hot or cold?:&lt;br /&gt;HOT. I do NOT like being cold at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. summer or winter?:&lt;br /&gt;Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. coffee or tea?:&lt;br /&gt;Peach tea, and publix sweet tea. I'm over coffee, its so bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. chocolate or vanilla?:&lt;br /&gt;Both actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Night or Day:&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a day person... But I still love nightime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Oranges or Apples:&lt;br /&gt;Apples. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Curly or Straight hair:&lt;br /&gt;Curly Fros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::Here's What I Think About:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Abortion?:&lt;br /&gt;it's the easy way out. i'm not into that. take responsibilty for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Backstabbers?:&lt;br /&gt;"the end justifies the means" - machiavelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Parents?&lt;br /&gt;Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. School?:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::Last time I:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. last time I hugged someone:&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Saw someone I haven't seen in a while?:&lt;br /&gt;lol not recently I've been seeing everyone a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Grew?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I have major growth spurts where I become taller than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::MISC::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Who's the ditziest person I know:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Who makes you laugh the most:&lt;br /&gt;Mike Mullins makes me laugh, Stephanie makes me laugh, Michelle makes me laugh... A lot of people make me laugh I'm easily ammused often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. One thing I'm mad about right now is:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. The last movie I saw in the theater was:&lt;br /&gt;I actually do not remember. Its been that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. The thing I don't understand is:&lt;br /&gt;How technoligy works. I'm so uneducated in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. The most unsatisfactory answer I've ever receieved is:&lt;br /&gt;"because i said so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. The one thing I love about the opposite sex is:&lt;br /&gt;Their ability to have fun no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. This summer I am:&lt;br /&gt;Working, Nannying, reading, sleeping, beach-in-it-up, surfing, eating, and more than likely getting a good tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Something I will really miss when I leave home is:&lt;br /&gt;having my room, and privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. The thing that I'm looking forward to the most:&lt;br /&gt;being on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;is a brand new day. a blank slate. and i am so grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.today:&lt;br /&gt;Was very slow, I spit Dr. Pepper all over the car, because I was laughing at these black people fighting. I've never been in the "Ghetto" by myself before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Next Summer:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. But My brother is getting married to the most amazing girl ever, so life will be fabulous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Next week:&lt;br /&gt;O my, I haven't any idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. People call me:&lt;br /&gt;Beka, Beks, and wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Person that knows most about me:&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie. Hands down. she knows the current, while Grace knows my childhood like the back of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. The person that can read me the best is:&lt;br /&gt;My mom. I hate it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. The most difficult thing to do is:&lt;br /&gt;To forgive and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I have gotten a speeding ticket:&lt;br /&gt;Never *knock on wooood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I have the following siblings:&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Noah, Adam, Jonah, Hannah, Sarah, Susannah, Mary, Timothy, and Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The first person I thought I was in love with is:&lt;br /&gt;i've never been "in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. The one person who can't hide things from me:&lt;br /&gt;My little siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Right now I am talking to:&lt;br /&gt;no one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I have/will get a job at:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying, I don't like when friends come visit, I feel like I'm going to get fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I have these pets:&lt;br /&gt;1 dog, 1 fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I hope:&lt;br /&gt;My momma feels better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. The worst sound in the world:&lt;br /&gt;squeaking voices, and nails on a chalk board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. The person that makes me cry the most is:&lt;br /&gt;myself. you cant let anyone else control your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. My boy/girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;doesnt exist and i think i kinda like it that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. florida or hawaii:&lt;br /&gt;Both? I wish I was in Hawaii right now... Could have been. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite piece of clothing is:&lt;br /&gt;My stripy Roxy dress, and My sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. My favorite sport to play is:&lt;br /&gt;TENNIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time I cried was:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person I got mad at was:&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My worst drinking experience was?&lt;br /&gt;haha never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The all-time best movie is:&lt;br /&gt;That is HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The most annoying person you know is:&lt;br /&gt;Why would I devulge that kind of Information on the internet? I think not, I'm not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I lose all respect for people who:&lt;br /&gt;are ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The movies I have cried at are:&lt;br /&gt;only a few actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The worst pain I was ever in was:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've really been in too much pain, or at least to my recolection... Maybe breaking my arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite phrase:&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not gonna lie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My room has:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese laterns hanging everywhere! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My weakness is:&lt;br /&gt;Dolce and Gabanna 'light blue'. Yes its goood. At only $95 dollars a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What turns me on:&lt;br /&gt;confidence. not cockiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who broke your heart:&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I filled out these questions because:&lt;br /&gt;Well I think my blog needs an update, and nothing to exciting has happened today. So its time for a little get to know Rebekah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. name the "ONE" person you trust the most:&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really hard to trust people. i'm gonna go with God. He's yet to dissapoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114964276937073814?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114964276937073814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114964276937073814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114964276937073814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114964276937073814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/06/bunch-of-oddly-d-questions-200.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114955460050756225</id><published>2006-06-05T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:43:20.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my driver's lisence now, wow I know. &amp; word on the street is I'm getting a cell phone so I'll be calling everyone and we will all be heading to the beach for long skin-cancer-tanning session as well as surfing the non-exsistant waves. Life is good. Did I mention that? I'm headed to summer camp in about 3 weeks for a week, then I return home for fourth of july week and then headed to SEEK an enviromental thing at UF which I'm quite stoked about. Should be a good time. :) Then back for three days? Headed back to camp for the last week. Wooohoooo. FOLLOWED BY: MY 17TH BIRTHDAY PARTTTY. Which will be held on the beach, more than likely 16th street, we are going to get a permit for a bonfire. So it should be sick overall. I'm excited!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Did I mention that? I'm so happy its finally summer, even if I have been working six days a week. I am going to the beach every sunday after church I think so for those who would like to join holler, because its always cooool to have company. Alright well thats my summer update for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE IN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114955460050756225?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114955460050756225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114955460050756225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114955460050756225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114955460050756225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer.html' title='SUMMER!'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114860109082419335</id><published>2006-05-25T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:51:30.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, tomorrow is my driver's test. Pray that I pass for my mother's sake. :) thanks!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114860109082419335?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114860109082419335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114860109082419335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114860109082419335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114860109082419335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/request-pray-for-me-tomorrow-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114834422865679594</id><published>2006-05-22T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:30:28.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-/+ Work tomorrow. Hopefully all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;+ I drove OVER the Bridge today. Wow. Funnn. :)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm dealing with a lot of "worry" right now.&lt;br /&gt;+ Life is good other than me worry about my brother leaving.&lt;br /&gt;- My legs are so cut up it isn't even cool. :(&lt;br /&gt;+ I have a whole gallon of Publix Sweet Tea in the kitchen. Happyness in a jug.&lt;br /&gt;+ John Mayer makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;+ I LOVE DRIVING AND LISTENING TO MUSIC. :)&lt;br /&gt;-/+ I excited/scared about getting my lisence. Whoa, Beka Driving?! Who woulda thought?&lt;br /&gt;+ My room is clean&lt;br /&gt;+ I made a bunch of Chinese food for dinner, and its smelling really fab.&lt;br /&gt;+ Chandler makes me laugh. Really hard. &lt;br /&gt;+ I'm officially a senior in Highschool. SCHWEET!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ Piper is so much fun. I love hanging out with her.&lt;br /&gt;+ Finley Claire will make me double over laughing, which sends her into a giggle-fit. Which makes me laugh harder.&lt;br /&gt;+ Movies are my favorite thing to do right now. I don't usually like movies, but right now they are pretty cooool. :)&lt;br /&gt;+ITS SUMMMERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114834422865679594?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114834422865679594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114834422865679594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114834422865679594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114834422865679594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/work-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114826410365888966</id><published>2006-05-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:15:03.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baghdad ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cryed that much in a long time. My eyes are bloodshot, and sting. I will never look at a soldier the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114826410365888966?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114826410365888966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114826410365888966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114826410365888966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114826410365888966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/baghdad-er.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114782221584172669</id><published>2006-05-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:30:15.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ ] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[] I think I'm ugly sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[after I have a base tan yes.] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[] I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School/Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I almost always do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've missed a week or more of school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years(for that very reason.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen something from my job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've skipped school/Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[xohyes ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[] I had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've riden over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been an abuse victim.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had someone cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a fear of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cheated in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[] I love to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I am a terrible liar.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've smoked weed&lt;br /&gt;[] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm a stoner.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snorted cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've popped E.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Seeing a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death and Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;[] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've planned my own suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I own something from Hollister Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political/Social Attitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] In general, I don't like people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm a feminist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm outgoing. (in a socially awkward way)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm Democratic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm Republican.&lt;br /&gt;[] I'm liberal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't like Bush&lt;br /&gt;[] I don't like Bush with my own reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am for Bush.&lt;br /&gt;[x] im religious.&lt;br /&gt;[] I dress fairly modestly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My attitude is, "If you've got it, flaunt it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I can sing well...I've been told that i can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[I do when I'm angry] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[on occassion] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I'm a snob about grammar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I twirl my hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love being neat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue&lt;br /&gt;[] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ x] I love white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x When I am with my brothers or something then yes, I'll pop out the old school player ] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering names&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My answers are totally honest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114782221584172669?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114782221584172669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114782221584172669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114782221584172669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114782221584172669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-shorter-than-54.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114743928648366832</id><published>2006-05-12T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:08:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day is sunday. Beach with the family. GOOD GOOD GOOD! I want some family time. I'm over working and not sleeping well. Beachhhh here we comee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be buying a camera pretty soon. What kind? I don't know. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114743928648366832?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114743928648366832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114743928648366832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114743928648366832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114743928648366832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/blah-blah-blah-mothers-day-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114722329958035465</id><published>2006-05-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:08:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Peace?</title><content type='html'>I know everytime I post I tell how happy I am with my life. There are ups and downs, but really I think right now this very moment I have world peace. I am happy with everyone I am coming in contact with, even my evil boss, people I don't want to talk to, people I see on the street, My family, My friends. I have relized that life is just too short to bicker, moan, and complain to everyone about everything. We really need to think about the bigger things in life, like LIFE itself. My friends Grama died today. Her Grampa died last semester. Prime example of how we cannot take life for granted or the people God has blessed us with. Our days are numbered, and sometimes we don't take the 10 seconds to relize that. Nor do we stop to look at the butterflys, or the flowers that are blooming now. My Eleventh year of school is coming to an end. I will be a senior next year, which means one more year of Highschool. Then I will be a college student. Wow, even I don't know where the time has gone. I still think I'm 6 again, playing with my big brothers. But I look around, and I see my neices, I have neices, wow! My brother is married, my other brother is engaged. Jonah is returning to the middle east, and when he comes home he will be out of the Milatary. Sarah is going to be in seventh grade, thats Jr. High. Wow. She is growing up. I want to take a picture of my life right now and put it in a frame. Everyday brings new things, new joys, new bumps, happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought two new Roxy bags, both very cute, as well as a Roxy dress, and new Roxy flip-flops. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114722329958035465?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114722329958035465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114722329958035465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114722329958035465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114722329958035465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-peace.html' title='World Peace?'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114705497059736620</id><published>2006-05-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:22:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ben Harper's Newest Album is too die for, 'Both Sides Of The Gun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was nice, simple and relaxing. I cleaned the house today, and I have to say I really, really, love to clean. I know its weird, but hey, who is complaining? I spent an hour cleaning my bathroom... The room you are getting clean in is often the more dirty room in the whole entire house I've come to find. How strange.&lt;br /&gt;I also had time to lay out by the pool, and jump in. Although I have this killer ear-ache/Infection. It is just killing me, it hurts so bad. I have been sick all week as well. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lizzy Bates. I miss Adrian. I miss Mike Mullins.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the people who aren't here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114705497059736620?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114705497059736620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114705497059736620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114705497059736620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114705497059736620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/ben-harpers-newest-album-is-too-die.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114697159223217975</id><published>2006-05-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:13:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets get this party started</title><content type='html'>SUMMER '06 IS SO CLOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Mhmm. So close I can &lt;em&gt;taste&lt;/em&gt; it. :) Life is good. I am happy. I am going to be driving in less than a month if I make a driver's test Appointment. I am stoked  Like whoa. I am quiting my job too. Life is goood, did I mention that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114697159223217975?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114697159223217975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114697159223217975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114697159223217975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114697159223217975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-get-this-party-started.html' title='Lets get this party started'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114635086235765538</id><published>2006-04-29T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:47:42.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about all the nicknames people have given me... Isn't it interesting how much you can tell about a person from their nicknames. Or how much mystery will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a &lt;em&gt;fewww&lt;/em&gt; of mine, Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEKA: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Given to me by my family, has no meaning... Just a shortened version of my full name. Which is Rebekah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEKS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A shortened version of Beka hahaha, lots of people call me Beks. It reminds me of Beck's Beer. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY GIRL IN A CANOE: &lt;/strong&gt;I was deemed crazy girl in a canoe in 9th grade at summer camp. It is a funny story... I was canoeing with Adrian and several other people were out there canoeing with us, and we were having a blast. Esp Adrian and I because we lovvvve to canoe. Well Mike and David started splashing Adrian and I... &amp; I was blowing up because we had &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;gotten a shower, we were dry and smelled nice for the first time in a long time (at the time). So we started splashing them to get back at them and they just got crazy so she and I went on the crazy canoe chase, chasing them ALL over this River. After about half an hour of so of this chaotic wild goose chase we finnally caught up with them, and I jumped in their canoe and shook it (my whole 100 pound body at the time) and I tipped it over and all three of us fell into the river, and then we tipped Adrian out of our canoe and we all had to use our canoe skills to get our canoes back right-side-up. Everyone loved what I did, and so they gave me the nickname, and I have to say its one of my favorites. Fo Sho. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISTOL: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grandpa Compton gave me this nickname because he said: " she is smart as a pistol". &amp; because I asked for this pistol to be left to me in their will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOSILLY: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My dad gave me this nickname, and I think it was because he would scare me like come up behind me and I would freak out and then start cracking up for ten minutes straight. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUPPY: &lt;/strong&gt;Michelle and I call eachother guppy because we love the guppy fish on 'The Little Mermaid', and because its such a funny word... I mean comeon guppy?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are some of your nicknames? Anything interesting, out of the Ordinary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114635086235765538?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114635086235765538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114635086235765538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114635086235765538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114635086235765538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114601052768985165</id><published>2006-04-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:15:27.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is Good.&lt;br /&gt;Its busy, hectic, full, yet good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review of weekend? Sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Soccer game, shop, Piper and Finn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Church, brunch, beach/party, Wooful (sp????) ball at Digger's church, then to Dean's house for Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a lot in between all of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else had a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114601052768985165?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114601052768985165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114601052768985165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114601052768985165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114601052768985165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114558649612711987</id><published>2006-04-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:28:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4-20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest Death Cab For Cutie, is pure amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114558649612711987?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114558649612711987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114558649612711987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114558649612711987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114558649612711987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-4-20-dare.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114546773062961091</id><published>2006-04-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T10:28:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Easter was nice. Lots of family over, good food, nice weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Life is really good for me right now. Negative on the fact that I have been so tired like pass out tired. I fell asleep on the couch  at the shop... Fell asleep on the way home from the shop... Got home and laid down and fell asleep... Went to bed and did't get up until 140 this morning. My body is shutting down on me, but other than that. i am A-OK! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Life is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114546773062961091?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114546773062961091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114546773062961091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114546773062961091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114546773062961091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114460511886662214</id><published>2006-04-09T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:51:58.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Dad was on the news, thats pretty rad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather take medicine than go to Orlando"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114460511886662214?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114460511886662214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114460511886662214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114460511886662214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114460511886662214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dad-was-on-news-thats-pretty-rad.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114446024525872662</id><published>2006-04-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:37:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got done reading 'Someone Like You' my favorite book. Everytime i read it without fail I cry. It makes me so grateful for my best friend. I do not know what I would do in the position the girl in the book is put in. She is 16 "falls in love" that summer, has sex with the boy, the next day he is killed in a motorcycle accident. She later finds out she is pregnant. He is gone, she feels alone... But she has her best friend. She helps her through it. The best friend then falls in love with the boy who dieds best friend. The girl has so much to go through there are very few people who I would be that comfortable with enough to even let them know I was pregnant, let alone be the first person I told. The girls mother is signing her up for an Abortion the day after she finds out her daughter is expecting. She goes, but has her mother leave her, and then calls her best friend to ask her to come pick her up because she just can't go through with it. Her mother had her out of 'wed-lock' and she is sitting there thinking what if she didn't want me, I wouldn't even be here. She chose to keep the baby. It is by far the best book I've ever read. I am forever grateful for my best friend, because I know if She or myself were ever in that magnitude of a position we could confide in eachother and be able to reassure eachother everything in the end would be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114446024525872662?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114446024525872662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114446024525872662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114446024525872662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114446024525872662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-got-done-reading-someone-like.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114443669416634289</id><published>2006-04-07T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:04:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOU MY LOVE. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114443669416634289?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114443669416634289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114443669416634289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114443669416634289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114443669416634289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/04/show-you-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114349887287989534</id><published>2006-03-27T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:34:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114023531/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/114023531_f6a743c9b3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114023531/"&gt;Ab&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/36432454@N00/"&gt;knowyouronion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This poor kid is throwing up like no tomorrow :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114349887287989534?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114349887287989534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114349887287989534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114349887287989534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114349887287989534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/ab.html' title='Ab'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00725013893733508726'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>