<?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-10621018</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:42:18.382-07:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114333613609288063</id><published>2006-03-25T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:22:16.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know that there were this many phobias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/"&gt;http://www.phobialist.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal favorites are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Androphobia- Fear of men. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched. (hahahahahahahahaha stephanieee)&lt;br /&gt;Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Barophobia- Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Caligynephobia- Fear of beautiful women.(sucks if you were a guy)&lt;br /&gt;Chaetophobia- Fear of hair. (whattttttttttttttt??)&lt;br /&gt;Chromophobia or Chromatophobia- Fear of colors. (um have you seen my bedroom?)&lt;br /&gt; Coulrophobia- Fear of Clowns (okay okay so I have this Phobia)&lt;br /&gt;Coprophobia- Fear of feces. (ewwww)&lt;br /&gt;Dentophobia- Dentists (OKay and I have this Phobia toooo)&lt;br /&gt;Ephebiphobia- Fear of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;Erotophobia- Fear of sexual love or sexual questions.&lt;br /&gt;Geliophobia- Fear of Laughing. (?????????) ((not me))&lt;br /&gt;Geniophobia- Fear of chins. (...wth?)&lt;br /&gt;Hydrophobia- Fear of Water. (is that possible?)&lt;br /&gt;Hobophobia- Fear of bums or beggars. (the Helmet man)&lt;br /&gt;Ideophobia- Fear of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Ithyphallophobia- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.&lt;br /&gt;Kathisophobia- Fear of sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;Menophobia- Fear of menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;Mnemophobia- Fear of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Nephophobia- Fear of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Octophobia - Fear of the figure 8.&lt;br /&gt;Olfactophobia- Fear of smells.&lt;br /&gt;Oneirophobia- Fear of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Optophobia- Fear of opening one's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ouranophobia or Uranophobia- Fear of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Papaphobia- Fear of the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;Parthenophobia- Fear of virgins or young girls.&lt;br /&gt;Peladophobia- Fear of bald people.&lt;br /&gt;Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love. (Thats sad ):)&lt;br /&gt;Pogonophobia- Fear of beards.&lt;br /&gt;Porphyrophobia- Fear of the color purple.&lt;br /&gt;Proctophobia- Fear of rectums.&lt;br /&gt;Pteronophobia- Fear of being tickled by feathers.&lt;br /&gt;Scolionophobia- Fear of school.&lt;br /&gt;Somniphobia- Fear of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Urophobia- Fear of urine or urinating.&lt;br /&gt;Vestiphobia- Fear of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Verbophobia- Fear of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114333613609288063?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114333613609288063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114333613609288063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114333613609288063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114333613609288063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-know-that-there-were-this-many.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114332928340301869</id><published>2006-03-25T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:28:03.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday People just like you and me</title><content type='html'>SPRING BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok tonight I am for the fourth time going to try to watch Lords of Dogtown. The first two attempts were failed because i got half way throught the DVD and it froze, like wouldn't go forward or backwards. So i tired it on a different DVD player... still didn't work. So I took it back to blockbuster and was like um this doesn't work and she is like go get a new one, so i walked around the store for like 15 minutes trying to find it. I came home last night put it in, and I fell asleep and I was only 20 minutes through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week should be nice if the weather gets warmer. Its like 65 degs outside right now. Should head out to the beach a couple of days, and will be working the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes and its funny how people (your friends) can act like stalkers... Hm what is this world coming too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114332928340301869?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114332928340301869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114332928340301869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114332928340301869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114332928340301869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyday-people-just-like-you-and-me.html' title='Everyday People just like you and me'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114305408159438470</id><published>2006-03-22T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:01:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donavon Frankenrieter = L&lt;3ve</title><content type='html'>Okay So Here Is My Top  Favorite Artists At This Moment In Time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donavonf.com/homepage.htm"&gt;http://www.donavonf.com/homepage.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donavon Frankenreiter. O he is amazing. He sounds a lot like Jack Johnson, beachy and its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson. Nuff Said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattcosta.com/"&gt;http://www.mattcosta.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Costa, sensational. Not to mention easy on the eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alomusic.com/"&gt;http://www.alomusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Liberation Orchestra, they opened at the Jack Johnson concert in Boca, It caught my attention because of their name which is pretty rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philadelphonic.com/"&gt;http://www.philadelphonic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Love and Special Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turinbrakes.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.turinbrakes.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turin Brakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finleyquaye.com/"&gt;http://www.finleyquaye.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finley Quaye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114305408159438470?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114305408159438470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114305408159438470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114305408159438470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114305408159438470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/donavon-frankenrieter-l3ve.html' title='Donavon Frankenrieter = L&lt;3ve'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114290397846330146</id><published>2006-03-20T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:19:38.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Crash Into Me Baby.</title><content type='html'>O man today was the most beautiful day that we have had in a long time. I couldn't believe how blue the sky was, and it was the perfect 75 with a breeze! I wish Florida was like this all the time, but then again I don't think I would enjoy it as much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went to Dinner with my mom, was really nice. I love going to dinner with her, we got drinks before hand, her a Margerita and I got a strawberry Daquerie. Yumm yumm. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114290397846330146?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114290397846330146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114290397846330146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114290397846330146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114290397846330146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/come-crash-into-me-baby.html' title='Come Crash Into Me Baby.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114289141739513602</id><published>2006-03-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:51:40.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REDUCE! REUSE! RECYCLE!</title><content type='html'>So in an effort to help with waste. I am sewing Grocery bags for my mom to use at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and I'm going to try to take shorter Showers... thats a hard one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114289141739513602?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114289141739513602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114289141739513602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114289141739513602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114289141739513602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/reduce-reuse-recycle.html' title='REDUCE! REUSE! RECYCLE!'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114280099510971440</id><published>2006-03-19T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:43:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114024265/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114024265/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114023530/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114023530/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114023529/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/114023529/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious George Jack Johnson Album is amazing. GO BUY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was nice, I had an amazing time on friday went to Ponce Inlet, for the day visited the Lighthouse and went to the peir o and Their Marine Science Center... which was simply amazing. I have always said, if i didn't want to be a chef i would totally be a marine biologist. But I am stuck on the whole chef thing. Anyways, their beach was amazing, the sand was so soft. haha I loved it. It was 0-1ft while we were there. So glassy! The water was pretty warm, although &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; was in a wetsuit. &amp;amp; of course there were hot boys in the water. Pictures? I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114280099510971440?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114280099510971440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114280099510971440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114280099510971440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114280099510971440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/curious-george-jack-johnson-album-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114255516634983424</id><published>2006-03-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:26:06.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very over my friends. Do you not have anytime to talk to me? No time to reply to my e-mails? Yeah, alright, and you wonder why I don't talk to you? O and thanks for making me feel like i'm welcome to hang out with you guys. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev. I need my Lisence more now than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been fab'.  Hung out with my Neices on wednesday, I have to say that they really are the coolest kids. I always have a good time with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to work, and found out my co-worker had a meeting schedualed for 3:15 to meet her Parole Officer, because of her situation. She was going to find out whether or not she would be going to Jail. Sooo... next tuesday i guess I will find out whether or not she went to jail. O my... Interesting way to end the week. I am scared for her though, i haven't ever met someone who makes bad choices over and over again, and doesn't seem to notice their bad choices. It baffles me. Hopefully though, she will not be going to Jail. Because frankly I do not want to work by myself, nor am I able to.  I hope it ends right. But she needs to make some MAJOR life changes, beginning with getting rid of her skin-head boyfriends that freak me out. Second she could quit smoking, because it makes me want to gag myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saint Paddy's Day! Go out and party people. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to go to dinner with my mom. Because thats what the cool kids do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114255516634983424?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114255516634983424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114255516634983424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114255516634983424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114255516634983424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-very-over-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114245814164668842</id><published>2006-03-15T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:29:01.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murdock's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/113016664/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/113016664_3177fa3c93_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@N00/113016664/"&gt;Murdock's&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;Can anyone tell me how to put multiple pictures in one post?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114245814164668842?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114245814164668842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114245814164668842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245814164668842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245814164668842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/murdocks.html' title='Murdock&apos;s'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114245809147003881</id><published>2006-03-15T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:28:11.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/113016663/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/113016663_bf16baad85_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@N00/113016663/"&gt;The Village&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114245809147003881?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114245809147003881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114245809147003881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245809147003881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245809147003881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114245804853176894</id><published>2006-03-15T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:27:28.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/113016661/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/40/113016661_83743f9e4f_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@N00/113016661/"&gt;Abby&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114245804853176894?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114245804853176894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114245804853176894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245804853176894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245804853176894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/abby.html' title='Abby'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114245798540314795</id><published>2006-03-15T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:26:25.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/113016665/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/113016665_0e86e65f5a_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@N00/113016665/"&gt;Mary&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114245798540314795?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114245798540314795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114245798540314795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245798540314795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245798540314795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/mary.html' title='Mary'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114245795442365412</id><published>2006-03-15T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:25:54.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/113016662/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/113016662_6ba8341839_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@N00/113016662/"&gt;Soccer game&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114245795442365412?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114245795442365412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114245795442365412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245795442365412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245795442365412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/soccer-game.html' title='Soccer game'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114245784550742094</id><published>2006-03-15T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:24:05.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got off of the phone... i was on it for 3! hours! Talking to Misty about her kids, life, school, the internet?, My mom and how young she looks, DiShannon, Work, it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as this is my "100th post" I thought i should make it special... but i really don't have anything importaint to say. So picture time? I think so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114245784550742094?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114245784550742094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114245784550742094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245784550742094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114245784550742094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-got-off-of-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114238240481813350</id><published>2006-03-14T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:26:44.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physcobabble</title><content type='html'>I love being outside, the was a breeze tonight while i was walking my dog. Amazing. Cannot wait for summer. Its like a disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114238240481813350?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114238240481813350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114238240481813350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114238240481813350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114238240481813350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/physcobabble.html' title='Physcobabble'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114230336411839245</id><published>2006-03-13T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:29:24.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come back to FLA Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taylor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Taylor was a good girl&lt;br /&gt;never one to be late&lt;br /&gt;complain express ideas in her brain&lt;br /&gt;Workin on the night shift&lt;br /&gt;passin out the tickets&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna have to pay her&lt;br /&gt;if you want to park here.&lt;br /&gt;Well mommy's little dancer's&lt;br /&gt;quite a little secret&lt;br /&gt;workin on the streets now&lt;br /&gt;never gonna keep it.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an imposition&lt;br /&gt;And now she's only wishin'&lt;br /&gt;That she would have listened&lt;br /&gt;To the words they said.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she just wanders around&lt;br /&gt;uneffected by&lt;br /&gt;the winter winds, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and she'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well she's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2,000 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window&lt;br /&gt;And Sunny's silhouette won't let him in&lt;br /&gt;and poor old Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been fallin'&lt;br /&gt;but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gunna save his soul&lt;br /&gt;but now that Saturday's gone&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way&lt;br /&gt;but I can see, that his break lights are on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just wanders around&lt;br /&gt;uneffected by&lt;br /&gt;the winter winds, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and he'll pretend that&lt;br /&gt;well he's somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;so far and clear&lt;br /&gt;about 2,000 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a tough enchilada&lt;br /&gt;filled up with nada&lt;br /&gt;givin' what she got to give to get dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;she used to be a limber chick&lt;br /&gt;time's a been tickin'&lt;br /&gt;now she's finger lickin to the man&lt;br /&gt;with the money in his pockets&lt;br /&gt;flyin in his rocket&lt;br /&gt;only stoppin by on his way to a better world&lt;br /&gt;if Taylor finds a better world&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's gunna run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those fancy clothes,&lt;br /&gt;But these could keep us warm just like those.&lt;br /&gt;And what about your soul? Is it cold?&lt;br /&gt;Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cars and phones and diamond rings,&lt;br /&gt;Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.&lt;br /&gt;And what about your mind? Does it shine?&lt;br /&gt;Are there things that concern you, more than your time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, going.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, don’t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, people, all awkward with their things,&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you, out to make a deal.&lt;br /&gt;You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.&lt;br /&gt;And what about those shoes you’re in today?&lt;br /&gt;They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're willing to sell, anything?&lt;br /&gt;Gone, with your head.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your footprints,&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll shame them with our words.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, gone, gone, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, don’t give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.&lt;br /&gt;Gone, people, all awkward with their things, Gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114230336411839245?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114230336411839245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114230336411839245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114230336411839245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114230336411839245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/come-back-to-fla-jack-taylor-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114195660126670006</id><published>2006-03-09T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:10:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom's 50th. Woohooo.... She is getting up there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the shop and started painting until I relized it was 6 'O clock and i was like out we go. I was going to drive but i didn't want to drive through the wal-mart hell course as i like to call it. Too scary. Lots of curves, and you hafta watch out for all the white trash people who don't know how to drive like a normal person. Soooo i didn't drive. But i am going to drive tomorrow... I promise. Because the day i can get my Lisence i do believe i will... I am anxious to have the ability to be able to go to the beach as i please. Ha, even after i get my Lisence I still won't have the time... something will come up. Something always does. But I'll make time, i'll make a LOT of time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a trim. But i am deathly afriad of the lady cutting to much off. O how i am afriad of haircuts. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Camp pictures devolped from last summer, There was one of Fina, Lizzy, and myself standing in the window of Siminoli, right after we got dancing. A thousand of me and my campers, which was funny... because i actually remember all of their names! Wow, i'm Proud. O then there was the picture of me with a bird talon. Whoa. Then I got all camp-sick. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too short, and your almost dead he said."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114195660126670006?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114195660126670006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114195660126670006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114195660126670006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114195660126670006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114187076541508932</id><published>2006-03-08T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:19:25.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to be dressed in Poetry</title><content type='html'>Helped Jeff and Sheila Move, they are off to North Carolina... One day i have a feeling i'll end up there, you have all four seasons, the Mountains, and THE BEACH. WOW. Sounds almost perfect. :) Anywho, that was exhausting. Afterwards had lunch with Noah and Tiffany. Yum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday worked, and Worked some more... I have to say Tuesdays and Thursday may be my favorite days of the week because i am doing something every single minute of those days not a moment to rest, and those are the only nights i get sleep because my body is so tired. Anyother day i cannot sleep, I lay there thinking, wondering, worrying,  and often sweating from all of the thinking i do. Speaking of which i think to much, if i could change one thing about myself i do think i would change that... I am thinking about the future, tomorrow, yesterday, all the mistakes i've ever made, People, things, places, The Past, and someone. I worry about how things aren't going to work out, how i may fail my driver's test, about friends, about life in general. Lately I have been asked my age quite a bit... the average age people think I am is 20. When i tell them i'm only 16 their mouths drop, and They feel the need to explain why they thought i was 20 (+), the only answer i have ever recieved is that I am so mature for my age, and that i am the only 16 year old they have met who has life goals, and who sees where they want to go in the future. O yes and they are always impressed when they find out I don't have a boyfriend... haha My Grandma('s) want to know why i don't, and my friends try to set me up with all these guys who i wouldn't ever see spending more than 5 minutes with them (by force), then there are the guys who like you but you don't like them and i have been tolded i'm quite the heart-breaker... o man. Is that a title I want?  But none-the-less i am the most mature 16 year old anyone in Brevard has met. Yay! I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i write such long entrys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-iambekacompton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114187076541508932?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114187076541508932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114187076541508932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114187076541508932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114187076541508932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-want-to-be-dressed-in-poetry.html' title='You want to be dressed in Poetry'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114177451346844256</id><published>2006-03-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:35:13.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANNON, the coolest sister-in-law-ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope your Birthday is amazing! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beka&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/10621018-114177451346844256?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114177451346844256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114177451346844256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114177451346844256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114177451346844256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-114151090537253939</id><published>2006-03-04T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:21:45.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moody Blues concert was amazing. Jamming out with all the Hippys... Always a good time, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get my Driver's Lisence in Three weeks, if i start driving. So i will start driving i guess. Because so many people are giving me the "IT WOULD HELP OUT YOUR MOM A LOT" lecture which i laugh at, and nod and agree, yet i still love to be driven around. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-114151090537253939?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/114151090537253939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=114151090537253939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114151090537253939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/114151090537253939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/03/moody-blues-concert-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113917357623973686</id><published>2006-02-05T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:06:16.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slhappy birthday say</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SARAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your twelve. whoa. :) &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/10621018-113917357623973686?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113917357623973686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113917357623973686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113917357623973686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113917357623973686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/02/slhappy-birthday-say.html' title='Slhappy birthday say'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113917338206793960</id><published>2006-02-05T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:03:02.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping + roxy sales = a super rad thing</title><content type='html'>So on friday we went to pick up an order from ocean ave. and then Mom had a hair appointment so i headed over to TJ Maxx... they had just gotten in a bunch of Roxy stuff, always nice. I love Roxy sales, considering a shirt can cost you as much as $50 regular price.&lt;br /&gt;I got a Purple plaid mini, and a screen printed purple tank to go with. Then a green striped shirt, very cool. A Roxy dress. A pair of Jeans that are amazingly coooool, they are made by a company called "Hippy". O yes and a Plaid Pink Jacket by A&amp;amp;E. Then we went to the mall, i do NOT like the mall especially on a friday night, there are so many of those mall rats everywhere. So we went to Dillards for her to buy these shoes, and then BURDINES (haha) where i always check the sale racks. They have the best Roxy and O' Neill sales ever. The Roxy train case i have wanted went on sale for only $11 dollars! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113917338206793960?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113917338206793960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113917338206793960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113917338206793960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113917338206793960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/02/shopping-roxy-sales-super-rad-thing.html' title='shopping + roxy sales = a super rad thing'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113898742477537232</id><published>2006-02-03T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:23:44.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jason! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Have a good one broha &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/10621018-113898742477537232?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113898742477537232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113898742477537232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113898742477537232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113898742477537232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-jason-have-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113892657875671329</id><published>2006-02-02T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:29:38.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOTHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOTHY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&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/10621018-113892657875671329?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113892657875671329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113892657875671329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113892657875671329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113892657875671329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-timothy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOTHY'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113866565021585902</id><published>2006-01-30T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:00:50.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4463/829/1600/piperandbeka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4463/829/320/piperandbeka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope that you have a super duper birthday, your sooo big now 3 years old! whoaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will see you on saturdayyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so sorry i couldn't come to your strawberry shortcake Birthday party :( Hope you had fun though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&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/10621018-113866565021585902?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113866565021585902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113866565021585902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113866565021585902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113866565021585902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113805586873674862</id><published>2006-01-23T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:39:07.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cutterschoiceskateshop.blogspot.com"&gt;www.cutterschoiceskateshop.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason gave me the Great Idea to make a blog for the shop. So there is is, check it out. Hope your all having a super day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113805586873674862?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113805586873674862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113805586873674862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113805586873674862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113805586873674862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/01/goooo-www.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113727828088631271</id><published>2006-01-14T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:38:00.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is yuckky. COLD AIR GO AWAY, COME AGAIN... never?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113727828088631271?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113727828088631271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113727828088631271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113727828088631271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113727828088631271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/01/weather-is-yuckky.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113713028554193982</id><published>2006-01-12T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:31:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proudest Monkey</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking... My family is way cooler than anyone else's. I am so grateful that i was blessed with a huge family. We are a group of people unlike any other that you will encounter in your life. That is something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEATHER IS FINALLY LOOKING UP! warmmmmm weather, beach here i come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113713028554193982?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113713028554193982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113713028554193982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113713028554193982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113713028554193982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/01/proudest-monkey.html' title='Proudest Monkey'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113695080507729322</id><published>2006-01-10T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:40:05.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got central heating and everythings all right</title><content type='html'>So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;over the cold weather... and I really, really want some warm summer type weather really bad! I want to be able to wear a skirt and not have the hairs on my legs grow four inches, because it's 57 degrees outside. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks that Spike the Mexican is in love with me. Yeah right, does he even know what would happen to him if he layed a finger on me? I mean come on... I have four older brother's who i'm sure wouldn't aprove of him.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Adam if you read this he says hello, and he is working on something and: "its ganna be sweeeeeett yo?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have three jobs now, in case you didn't know that. Some people are calling me an over-achiever... I think that its more so, that i don't want to disapoint anyone and quit because i feel stressed out. O and it doesn't help when everytime you walk into work and they say what a great contributor you are and how much they appreciate you and all the work you do. Because then i feel like i would be letting them down by quiting. Then i am told that i worry to much. I don't know.  O welllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i better get to bed, because i have much to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113695080507729322?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113695080507729322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113695080507729322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113695080507729322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113695080507729322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-central-heating-and-everythings.html' title='i got central heating and everythings all right'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113591197032841893</id><published>2005-12-29T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:06:10.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>So i got a bunch of stuff. All of which was a very nice. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy Haunakaakaa, Happy chwanza, Happy New Year, and everything in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113591197032841893?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113591197032841893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113591197032841893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113591197032841893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113591197032841893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Picture/Christmas Card Picture&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;Here are some pictures from Thanksgiving...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113320476828588418?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113320476828588418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113320476828588418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113320476828588418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='Flickr'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113280486876944501</id><published>2005-11-23T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:01:08.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving Eve!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the Best ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113280486876944501?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113280486876944501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113252022075906096</id><published>2005-11-20T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:57:00.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweezerman?</title><content type='html'>Wow the past few weeks in my life have been hectic, yet good. My friends have been amazing and i have come to love and learn from them more and more each day, and i am so grateful to have such good friends. I have also come to find out that the weekend is my FAVORITE time of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to clean my room ( which smells &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;right now, freshly mopped floors are awesome).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang out with family, speaking of which I had a great time yesterday while Finley was over here, she, Abby, and I hung out all morning and played with my little pony's from when i was a kid... and then we watched 'Elf' and drank Soy milk. Then Jason came over and brought us some yummmmy Taco-Bell. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also have time to just take naps, when no one is home of course but i always find time to take one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends and I go to the movies, which is cool... all (100,000,000,000) of us taking up a whole row (sometimes two) laughing, screaming, rarely crying, and having a good time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we go to Restraunts at 11:00. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is when i find time to actually take my dog on a walk... Which he Lovvves. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weekend really is the perfect time of the week. It is usually a break from working, and i get to "re-energize" for the coming week which is always needed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanksgiving is in a couple of days, so we are in hardcore cleaning mode pretty much. The house goes through this magic transformation of being disgusting to sparkly clean like in those Mr. Clean Commercials. Quite amazing if i do say so myself. I really am excited about thanksgiving, its going to be so much better than last years... Everyone will be home. we have family coming down from Georgia, Jonah will be in America!, it is going to be bigger and &lt;em&gt;wayyyy&lt;/em&gt; better than last year. I am thankful for so much this year... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that everyone is going to be home, this is going to make it 100,521,989,151,009 times better than last year. :) :) :) :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Friends like i said before they have been awesome. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee, sometimes i think this is what keeps me going during the week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cooler weather that is here!!! Brrr... I'm just hoping it chooses to stay for a while. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peanut butter M&amp;Ms. Hey this are my most favorite candy ever. I think i keep M&amp;amp;M running with all the money i spend. yummmmmmmm! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone has a great Holiday, don't eat to much. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113252022075906096?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113252022075906096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113252022075906096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113252022075906096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113252022075906096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/11/tweezerman.html' title='tweezerman?'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113166789772933978</id><published>2005-11-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:11:37.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name: Rebekah, Beka, Beks, ect ect&lt;br /&gt;A name you would like to have:  I don’t think anyone could see me with another name. It would be too weird. &amp; I wouldn’t want my friends to change their names, because I guess they just fit us. &lt;br /&gt;your age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Wish you would older or younger?:  I think I’m ok where I’m at right now… I don’t want to grow up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;What day of the year were you born:   July 24th&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?:  Cape Canaveral&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?:  Cocoa Florida&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to live?: I love Florida, even if its hot and humid. :)&lt;br /&gt;Siblings?:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10&lt;br /&gt;Wish you didn't have siblings or wish you had a younger one  or an older one or had any at all?:  I have enough, and i love them all too much to wish i didn't have one or any of that.&lt;br /&gt; Pets?:   Coal (black lab, my baby pretty much), Romulous (my fish)&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any pet in the world?: Have my first Romulous back. And i soo didn't kill him. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening too: Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt; song you might be singing:  More than fine, more than bent on getting by! More than fine, more than just Okayyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Clothes you are wearing:  Black Guachos (how eva you spell that)  a blue tank, and a white tank, and some broken in Black Reefs. mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;How does your hair look?: Short and in a superrrrr messy bun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finish this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: tired&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I wasn't worried about my future.&lt;br /&gt; hope: that people will learn not to take people for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I hear: Singinggg coming from my computer&lt;br /&gt;I fear:  Spiders. ew. gross. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;I want: to see: 'elizabethtown'&lt;br /&gt;I have to watch: the oc tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to:  ugh there is so much i &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to do today. not &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see: my computer screen duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you like about yourself..&lt;br /&gt;1. My Personality&lt;br /&gt;2. My laugh sometimes&lt;br /&gt;3. When I give people advice, and they can use it. Or when I make someone smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When/What Was the Last . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got a real letter: last week, and i wrote three yesterday. Lettterrr timeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;Tv program you watched:  i'm not really sure, i don't have time to watch tv anymore.&lt;br /&gt;movie you saw in the theaters: 'into the blue' i liked it, i jumped a million times though.&lt;br /&gt;song heard: Ammunition----------&gt; Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;place you were [ besides home ]:  Gardener's Cottage (aka work)&lt;br /&gt;phonecall: o0o0o um last night?&lt;br /&gt;you were depressed: I think everyday i go up and down. I don't even want to talk about depression though.&lt;br /&gt;you were in the hospital: a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Person you kissed: Abby&lt;br /&gt;Person you hugged:  My mom&lt;br /&gt;hugging anyone? No I’m typing silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--I name the artist and you write a lyric from any one of their songs--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Britney Spears: oops I did it again&lt;br /&gt;02.Avril Lavigne: he was a skater boy she said see you later boy&lt;br /&gt;03.Hilary Duff:  let the rain fall down and… Something something something&lt;br /&gt;04.Lindsay Lohan: wouldn’t know&lt;br /&gt;05.Usher: Let it burnn, these are my confessions... yadda yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;06.Aerosmith: ummm&lt;br /&gt;07.Christina Aguilira:  Genie in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;08.Madonna: like a virgin&lt;br /&gt;09.Good Charlotte: girls don’t like boys, girls like cars and money&lt;br /&gt;10.The Beatles: we all live in a yellow submarine a yellow submarine&lt;br /&gt;11.Gwen Stefani: this $H!T is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S!!!&lt;br /&gt;12.Simple Plan: shut-up shut-up shut-up&lt;br /&gt;13.Greenday: Nice guys finish last&lt;br /&gt;14.Eminem: daddy’s gonna buy you a mocking bird&lt;br /&gt;15.Ashlee Simpson: I didn't steal your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;16.Jesse McCartney: Beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;17.Alicia Keys: umm i used to listen to her all the time... now i don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;18.The Killers:  Jenny was a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;19.J.Lo:  ????&lt;br /&gt;0.Kelly Clarkson:   Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[FINISH THE SENTENCE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk on the: wild side&lt;br /&gt;Let's run through: puddles&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at:  pictures&lt;br /&gt;Who are those: people&lt;br /&gt;What a nice: family&lt;br /&gt;Where did all these:  good times go&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you:  Look at me and tell me whats on your mind&lt;br /&gt;So where did you: Go last night&lt;br /&gt; Sing your: heart out&lt;br /&gt;Look at my: shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay if: you stay&lt;br /&gt;Silly, little:  boys and girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke someones heart and regretted it: No&lt;br /&gt;had your heart broken: No&lt;br /&gt;ran around naked in public?: umm yes. Every weekend with my friends. Yeah you wouldn’t catch me naked.&lt;br /&gt;saw the opposite sex naked? hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;made out with someone: no&lt;br /&gt;watched barney and liked it:  haha this brings back memories of the time my brother told me Barney was gay and I wouldn’t believe him because I love barney soo much…&lt;br /&gt;had a dream come true:  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Future:&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wanna marry?:  I have a couple of years before i need to worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;Do you even want to get married?: Yes. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wanna live?: probably Brevard. Somewhere where my kids can run and play… so I have to have a BIG back yard and a pool. I want a big house too. White with Yellow trim, &amp; a rap around porch. I might even be happy living here when I’m married… just because this is where I grew up. But if my hubby wants to live somewhere else… we can work it out. Lol&lt;br /&gt;Kids or no kids?:  Three Kids ((it’s the perfect amount))&lt;br /&gt;names:&lt;br /&gt;For boys&lt;br /&gt;Jagger&lt;br /&gt;Benjamen&lt;br /&gt;Or James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Girls&lt;br /&gt;Blythe&lt;br /&gt;Bridget&lt;br /&gt;Or Madedeline&lt;br /&gt;pets or no pets?:  Yes, I deff want a dog, and  maybe even some fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last question ..&lt;br /&gt;Did you like this survey and do you want your friends to fill it out and send it to you?: well its on my blog silly but whatev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113166789772933978?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113166789772933978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113166789772933978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113166789772933978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113166789772933978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/11/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113129560332171480</id><published>2005-11-06T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:46:43.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake shake shake shake shake</title><content type='html'>Homecoming was amazing. I love dancing. I love everyone of my friends. But most of all i love happy endings. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113129560332171480?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113129560332171480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113129560332171480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113129560332171480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113129560332171480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/11/shake-shake-shake-shake-shake.html' title='shake shake shake shake shake'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-113017907156310771</id><published>2005-10-24T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:48:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whilmaaa is coming to get us!!!</title><content type='html'>I've started my new job at the Gardener's Cottage, and it is really interesting... Because they are all pretty much crazy hippys who don't eat any meat but when i told them i do eat meat, they gave me this awful look like i'm the worst person they have ever met. the whole first week and part of the second week all i did was wash dishes... i was NOT thrilled at this because i was told that i would be cooking and all i did was clear tables and wash dishes. But i got to do some cooking with Wendy... But Sheila acts like all i can do is ask people what they want to eat and wash dishes. I can deal with that though, because i will prove her wrong. But if she is going to act this way for forever... i will tell her that i will just have to step aside. haha But i did keep my other job... which is hard because now i have two jobs. But maybe i'll make a bit of money... Hopefully. I'm going to MICS' homecoming... i bought my dress its pretty cute, Rampage, blue, halter, beading... cute. But I have to find some silver shoes... i don't know where to find those? Any ideas anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-113017907156310771?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/113017907156310771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=113017907156310771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113017907156310771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/113017907156310771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/10/whilmaaa-is-coming-to-get-us.html' title='Whilmaaa is coming to get us!!!'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-112917262409467151</id><published>2005-10-12T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:03:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, its true.</title><content type='html'>I EAT MEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i said it, and i'm not going to stop eating meat for any physcho hippys who think i should.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; P.S. its my choice to eat it or not right? Man cannot survive on carrotts and celery alone?! Thats right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy steak, yeah that sounds good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-112917262409467151?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/112917262409467151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=112917262409467151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112917262409467151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112917262409467151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-its-true.html' title='yes, its true.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-112554339721752429</id><published>2005-08-31T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:23:01.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a beautiful let down, when we crashed and burned. With all these riches the world has offered me... They</title><content type='html'>why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must parents be so restraining sometimes? why can't we learn to live, we will soon be thrown out into the world where we have to live on our own, and learn to survive solely alone. i have two years left of highschool, and i plan on attending a culinary school, most likely Fort Lauderdale Culinary. So in two years, i'll be on my own living down south. By myself. You know what that means? I will have to make my own deicisions, and earn a living, cook for myself (haha), be responsible for myself, and where i live. I have a job currently, and i have made a pretty large sum of money for a 16 year old who works for Minimum Wage. I work 2-5 days a week, and usually around... 12-20 hour weeks. I am in the 11th grade. I attened Church and i volunteer there. I attened Jubilation. I babysit. I help out around the house. I mow my neighbor's lawn. I clean his Semi-Truck. I have a pretty full "work" schedule. So when i am out past 10ish with my friends i am pretty much the worst kid my parent's have ever seen. Why? I don't know. I spend time at home, i just try to have fun, because i am only a teenager for two more years. Then i have to be all grown up and responsible. Which don't get me wrong... i have to be all of those things right now. But i need time to hang out with friends, if i don't i get stressed because all i see is work, school, work, school, work, school. I hate that. I hate it. I cry when i get stressed out. The only thing on my mind are those two things. I have noticed i work more than any of my friends, and i do a lot more work bassed stuff than they do. They have school, and sports. Which is cool, but during the day they get to see people their own age, and talk to them... which is what i need. So when i'm out late... thats what i'm doing. Hanging out, and talking to people my own age. Because all day i'm around people drastically younger than me, and people way older than me. I cannot relate to half these people... So i need to be with My friends. Who all attend church, who are good Christian kids, None of them have ever gotten into "bad" stuff. So I have a good base of Christian Teens. I haven't ever gotten into trouble. I am complemented on my hardworking skills. I am a farely good student (with the exception of math, which i am working on! and very hard i might add.). I attend church. So why must my parental units be yelling at me, and telling me i am out too much, when in reality i'm usually out working. I understand they want me to spend time with the family... But remember back when you were my age, and what were you doing? you were out at the peir surfing (your mother told me so) you were at the movies (your mother told me so) you played with the neighborhood kids (once again your mother told me so). I know you spent time with your family, but You got to hang out as well. You have to understand that i am the age you were once, and the time when i can be with my friends is at night. Because in the morning i am in school and working. Then its night, and that when i can be around my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to maintain a life that is diffucult for someone my age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand where i'm coming from. &lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-112554339721752429?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/112554339721752429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=112554339721752429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112554339721752429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112554339721752429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-was-beautiful-let-down-when-we.html' title='It was a beautiful let down, when we crashed and burned. With all these riches the world has offered me... They'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-112433133852307991</id><published>2005-08-17T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:15:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Life Away, Swing Life Away.</title><content type='html'>I relize that i don't update this too often... and the reason why is, i have a job, school is starting soon, i volunter for so many things at church and in the community that i keep myself very, very busy, i babysit, i try to hang out, which lately i have been getting really good at, :), I will start watching my neices on wednesday and thursday mornings, I have Jubilation (again!: (  ugh), i have to improve my Math which is something that i am honestly trying &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;hard on, and various other life things that come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am going to try to update at least once a week, so you all have some sort of idea about what is happening in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was amazing, and i really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;So much happened, and i was kept very busy... But i like that because when feel much better when i'm productive. It's a Compton thing. I got a job at this really &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; party~store. I have learned to be around people that i would not normally choose nor pick to be my friends or to hang out with. But it has taught me a lot about life, because everyone comes from a different place and has different backrounds. I have learned a lot from this experience. But Parents take note: Don't let your kid get a job unless they can truely handle the stress from it and ALL the other stuff your kids have on their plate. Thats another thing, i have a lot on my plate, which sometimes can cause me to get really stressed out... so i get short tempered with my siblings because they are often the people i see either the morning after i'm stressed, or at the end of the day when i have been strung out and i am ready to blow. :/ I have learned to juggle my life, and sometimes i drop a ball, and other times i keep 'em all up. Its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Nicargua which was really amazing, and i had a wonderful time. I saw so many things through the people, and i made some great friends i'll have for a lifetime. God was clearly evident through so many things, and when i went places throughout the country i saw things that here we can't see because we are so distracted by our lives, and our matieral possions. We don't see what God has done, is doing, what he can do, and what he will do in our lives, because all we see sometimes is what we need to do, or we get stressed because we can't juggle or balls. It cleared my mind, and i was able to relize so many things. It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks i was at a counsolor at WYC a hippy's camp in Wekiva Springs State Park. We had an amazing time. Camp is like New York City, its a cultural melting pot. You have a cabin with around 8 kids and these kids come from all over Florida, and sometimes out of state... well you meet kids that are from the Ghetto, the city, Fort Lauderdale, Miami, Tallahassee, Cocoa Beach, Tampa, Coral Springs, Orlando, The Keys, from all over FL. You have many challenges when you deal with kids who you cannot say stuff like: "will you just shut-up!?" or "omg you are really pushing me over-board!" or "JUST SIT DOWN, SIT DOWN!" or "Kid pleasssseee i have a headache". You have to be sweet and never utter a bad word, or even say O my God because the kids look at you like your a baddddd person. One of my friends was deemed: "cussing girl" my whole cabin named her that... oops. I have a 5th grade cabin and a 3rd grade cabin... what a two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 16 too. It was pretty exciting, my friends had a suprize party for me, we had fun because i had gotten back the day before my birthday and i had not seen most of them for about two or more weeks... so we got to catch up on the stuff that happened here at home while i was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian A. stayed with me for about a week, and we went surfing, got really bad sun-burns, watched the shuttle, chilled out, slept a lot, went swimming to cool our burns but ended up getting really cold, and i think i even got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats an update i need to eat dinner sooooo, ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-112433133852307991?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/112433133852307991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=112433133852307991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112433133852307991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112433133852307991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/08/swing-life-away-swing-life-away.html' title='Swing Life Away, Swing Life Away.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-112088314966013545</id><published>2005-07-08T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:25:49.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 12:22 A.M.</title><content type='html'>I leave in a few hours... I'll be at a camp for two weeks. As a counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back the day before my 16th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian will be with me, for a week or something of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will Spend a week surfing, and chilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i should try to sleep before i have to wake up... But being an Insomniac sucks. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I'll miss everyone, so come see me when i get home or something. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rebequita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i'll try to update on Nicaragua, Best trip i ever take. I learn so much each and every time. It is amazing. I'll also try to get my pictures up here too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-112088314966013545?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/112088314966013545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=112088314966013545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112088314966013545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/112088314966013545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-1222-am.html' title='Its 12:22 A.M.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111859860351932814</id><published>2005-06-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:50:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36432454@N00/15944888/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/15944888_be1eb8405a_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@N00/15944888/"&gt;Myself&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;/div&gt;This is me.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111859860351932814?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111859860351932814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111859860351932814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111859860351932814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111859860351932814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/06/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111844900003587147</id><published>2005-06-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:16:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Music: The Offspring----&gt;The Kids's Aren't All Right</title><content type='html'>So I have a Job, and i haven't gotten a paycheck yet, and i have been working there for about 2 weeks. The Job isn't all that bad... I think its more the people i'm working with that worry me or frighten me. I open up at 10:00 with Gayle who isn't to bad, she met her husband in a bar... yea, and she went to highschool with My dad. At 11:00 Shannon comes in, and then Gayle leaves. Shannon has... um the worst mouth... I have ever heard. I mean worse than, ha better not mention names. hahahahahahaha. After the second day working with her, i couldn't take it any more. I mean come on, ever time you drop your balloon curler do you have to say "dammit" or "shit"??? It bugs the tar out of me.  She has also been with quote: "almost all of Cocoa, i have... lets say gotten around".&lt;br /&gt;O then i come to the part of my job that is not to exciting... blowing balloons and making balloon trees. :p yuck. I think it would be wayyyy better if i had gotten a paycheck like lets say um... Last friday?? i would have had a big grin, because that would have been my first 'paycheck' from my first 'real job'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to Leave for Nicaragua, it will be super sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention a week long break from work, hahahahaha. At least i don't work at McDonalds or something grotesque like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work all day tomorrow. 10-6 then i'll come home and clean out Marty's Semi-truck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111844900003587147?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111844900003587147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111844900003587147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111844900003587147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111844900003587147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/06/current-music-offspring-kidss-arent.html' title='Current Music: The Offspring----&gt;The Kids&apos;s Aren&apos;t All Right'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111757217407113308</id><published>2005-05-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:42:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a workin woman.</title><content type='html'>I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;I start tomorrow at 10:00... the name of the place is Party Dazzle. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111757217407113308?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111757217407113308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111757217407113308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111757217407113308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111757217407113308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-workin-woman.html' title='I&apos;m a workin woman.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111712897962727727</id><published>2005-05-26T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:36:19.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkie talkie Man.</title><content type='html'>Lonnngggg time no update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SUMMER! yessssss! :)&lt;br /&gt;so Yesterday i spent like 3 hours or something at the beach, with Michelle, Katelyn, and Stephanie. I have an extremly sick sunburn. But i will be pretty tan, when the redness fades. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to go to Jubilation which ended up not being so bad... we left at 5 and went to dinner for Bible study instead of B&amp;N, &amp;amp; Dinner was really nice, and completly relaxing. So then Michelle Droped Stephanie and I off at youth Group. I came home said "hello" from upstairs and jumped right into the shower. there is nothing like a shower to get all the sand and salt off of you. But after i shower, i miss the smell of the ocean... went downstairs got dressed. Gave my mom a pedicure and then made myself a bowl of fruit, went to my room and read for a couple of hours then drifted off into a peacful sleep. That is what Summer is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a busy summer ahead of me... Here's a list of what i've got planned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Summer o5:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work at VBS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicaragua for a week. :) i'm really excited about this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come home, and i have a week off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fourth of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to camp for 2 weeks. i will be a CIT for either 3rd or 4th graders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come home the day before my 16th birthday, Adrian will be coming home with me, probably for a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Sixteenth Birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a Possible job at The Gardener's Cottage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am super stoked about this summer.  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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111516899131250007</id><published>2005-05-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:09:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He Wasn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much going on today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored, it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Monday's coming, the day I hate.&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;what I thought, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I start to bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;And clean my room when all else fails.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to bail.&lt;br /&gt;This point of view is getting stale.&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na, we've all got choices.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, we've all got voices.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, stand up make some noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought, no.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't even open up the door.&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special.&lt;br /&gt;Like I was special, cuz I was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na 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title=''/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111504560971966606</id><published>2005-05-02T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:53:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beepdoot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://students.ou.edu/B/Brian.M.Blackwood-1/beepdoot/banner2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beep doot&lt;br /&gt;amazingly cool clothes for amazingly cool kids, so i think you should all check out their site @:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beepdoot.com"&gt;www.beepdoot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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web-site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hervintage.com/"&gt;http://www.hervintage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111423134968200529?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hervintage.com/' title='my favorite web-site'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111423134968200529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111423134968200529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111423134968200529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111423134968200529'/><link rel='alternate' 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ekk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bible Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Spanish Class EVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;End-of-the-year-evaluations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jub' Car wash, yipee. so not, although i think we might go to the beach, yipee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Put together portfolios for the year, this takes foreverrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;drink enough coffee to keep me awake everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jonah Comes to FL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 spanish tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well i know there is more... i just cannot remember it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really need to catch up on sleep, i haven't had slept well in weeks... i fall asleep around 3 or so in the morning, and then wake up around 8:30ish. i wish i wasn't such a night owl, it would be really nice if i knew how to fall asleep. o then there is also the fact that my brain never fully shuts down. i am always thinking, the only time i won't be thinking is when i am singing or talking to someone. But there is always something to think about...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;today we had the very last spanish class forever. we went to lunch, at El Tucan. the food was good, although company could have been better. ha. o yes and the waitress wasn't very nice. someone asked for more chips and she said "you better not fill up on chips", after we asked her she rolled her eyes and walked away to get them. i cannot have people like that working in my restraunt, ah it would truley awful... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;alright better go shower and try to sleep. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111396234074186823?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111396234074186823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111396234074186823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111396234074186823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111396234074186823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahh-bussssy-weeeeekkkkkk.html' title='ahh bussssy weeeeekkkkkk'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111351014700687198</id><published>2005-04-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:22:27.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's good to be in love" -Frou Frou</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;we left for North Carolina. I guess the ride was about 12-13 hours... people have to pee too often if you ask me. um i watched the OC in a hotel room, the headed to wal-mart to pick of some el vino. which was followed by finding our hotel that we would be staying at for the rest of the time up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;went to the USO for a family breakfast were we met other parents/wives/children/siblings of marines in 2d recon. it was fun, except they cannot brew a good cup of joe. ugh, tasted like dirt. :p okay then we stoped at a thrift store... i tell you those people are trying to rip any and old military people off. The prices for simple things are mad insane. then went to Old*Navy, and some other places to buy clothes. o my there beach is sooo fabulous... the water was quite cold but the waves were lovley. i haven't ever seen so many rocks &amp; shells on a beach before in my whole life either... it was crazy. also checked out where Jonah sleeps and takes showers and eats and microwaves his food and where he keeps his clothing ect. we hung his banner up too, it looked spectacular. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;headed to Camp Lejune for the homecoming. stood in the cold for what seemed like forever but really probably wasn't as long as it seemed. took a bizzilion pictures, and watched people get teary-eyed. then all 4 buses arrived and everyone ran like mad towards them screaming at the top of their lungs (which i'm sure are extremly soar now). it was posibly the most excting thing i have ever been apart of. we hung out there for i guess... gee i dunno, a long time. heard ever "bad" word in the book. most commonly used would be shit, and fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at Outback, and hung out in the hotel room with Jonah and Garret Leigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Whilmenton (cannot spell), went to their azalia festival or something. i saw a million Hippys it was mad insane. tye-dye EVERYWHERE. pretty cheap too. they have some amazing unique shops full of fun clothes. after that we drove back to Jacksonville, and Jonah got a haircut. which did not look like he even left.... all he had to do was buzz off his sorda side-burns. :D Then we watched 'mars attacks' and hung out for a while. he decided that he needed to go back because he had to fill out paper work. so we all said "good-bye" and dad took him to his barracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;left for home. it was quite a peaceful ride, although i figured it would suck majorly but it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i read 3 books on the way home, and listened to music. got back around 9 i slept till 10 on tuesday. it was the car-lag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Un-packed and i did 7 loads of laundry. ha crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;then i cleaned my room, and we cleaned up the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Bible-study&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Normal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to go learn how to drive... hahaha... for real.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go learn how to drive. :) should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111351014700687198?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111351014700687198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111351014700687198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111351014700687198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111351014700687198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-good-to-be-in-love-frou-frou.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s good to be in love&quot; 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Jonah is home. all is well. i am estatic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will  try to post trip pictures on my buzznet thing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111333613510687040?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111333613510687040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111333613510687040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111333613510687040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111333613510687040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-he-is.html' title='&apos;THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111250291654235913</id><published>2005-04-02T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:35:16.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>solid Milk chocolate bunny.</title><content type='html'>i think i have gained 5 pounds from easter candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this spring break, was unlike anyother. i did something practically everyday. i don't ever, ever, ever, do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i Did this Spring Break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to piano. (ugh) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rode bikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went running&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Wet-n-Wild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met Ramones boy there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought three new music pins for my jacket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a hair cut. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate a LOT of easter candy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw Ms. Congeniality 2. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made a new bag. it is totally awesome. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the beach. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a tan. whoa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;followed by getting a burn. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a slurpee. yay. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned my room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to a soccer game. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hung out with stephanie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to wal-mart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read three books. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crochet a bag, and worked on a shawl thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listened to more music than you know what to do with. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;danced with my sister. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;babysat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooked a ton. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hung out with friends, and familia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111250291654235913?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111250291654235913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111250291654235913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111250291654235913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111250291654235913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/04/solid-milk-chocolate-bunny.html' title='solid Milk chocolate bunny.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111232420312819794</id><published>2005-03-31T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:14:06.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Gable</title><content type='html'>SPRING BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is the first time in my whole life that i have done something practically every single day this week. i hardly go out with friends. Only do i see them on Sundays. we cannot talk though because we are supposed to be 'singing' although most of my friends cannot sing for the life of them... it is entertaning. tonight i went to a movie, i saw 'Ms. Congeniality 2'. It was quite funny. yesterday i went to Wet-n-Wild. i am a whole one shade darker than i have ever been in my life. haha... i also got a slight pinkish burn. i applied sun-screen about 10 times that day too. o well. On tuesday i went on a Bike ride, it was good exercise. on Monday i had a piano lesson and i went running, the only time this week... i will be super outa shape next week. when i don't run everyday i get bent-out-of-shape. weird. well so far that is what has happened. i need sleep because all this activity gets me super sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111232420312819794?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111232420312819794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111232420312819794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111232420312819794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111232420312819794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/clark-gable_31.html' title='Clark Gable'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111206137523817736</id><published>2005-03-28T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:56:15.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddening shroud.</title><content type='html'>So Easter is over.&lt;br /&gt;we have a lot of candy. None of which am I aloud to have any of. So today I bought myself two boxes of peeps (super yummy), best part is they were only $0.47 cents a box. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a free haircut today. :) Mrs. Summer's cut my hair, and it looks really good too.&lt;br /&gt;you cannot beat a free haircut. o yes and i said yesterday that I was going to cut my hair, and only ten people said I wasn't "aloud to cut my hair". I ask you, what say do they have in this?&lt;br /&gt;although I'm still scared to cut it, and I just think it would be an exciting change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I new how to put pictures on here... ahhh, frustration has set in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111206137523817736?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111206137523817736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111206137523817736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111206137523817736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111206137523817736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/maddening-shroud.html' title='Maddening shroud.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111194814695050020</id><published>2005-03-27T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:29:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EASTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hope everyone is having a fabulous day. Don't eat to much candy kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.:Beka:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111194814695050020?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111194814695050020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111194814695050020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111194814695050020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111194814695050020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111178132816878267</id><published>2005-03-25T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:08:48.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang!</title><content type='html'>i have a permit now.&lt;br /&gt;you should all be afriad, considering i haven't the slightest clue how to opperate a car.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111178132816878267?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111178132816878267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111178132816878267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111178132816878267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111178132816878267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/bang.html' title='Bang!'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111161481421957454</id><published>2005-03-23T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T13:53:34.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh, uh.</title><content type='html'>i have decided that i am going to marry an australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten reasons why i'm going to Marry an australian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;they have good hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they have to like the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most of them have good style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surfers live there, so he will surf (i'm sure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;since he is australian, we are going to live there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they are good looking x 909089899&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that means my kids will be cute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they like rock-&amp;-roll. &amp;amp; other various good artists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they have cool acents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because i want too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111161481421957454?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111161481421957454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111161481421957454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111161481421957454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111161481421957454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/uh-uh.html' title='uh, uh.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111137860052124841</id><published>2005-03-20T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:16:40.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing, sing a song.</title><content type='html'>Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;i went to the beach. we froze our tooshes off... well almost. watched two basketball games. then went to church. the guy who spoke was amazing, &amp; extemly funny. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;went to church, and woke up way to early. then came home, ate, and cleaned my room. from top to the very bottom. it really looks wonderful. this was followed by going to church. where we sang. not to bad of a time. i saw 'the dreedie' man. that is mini Bryons new name. i should meet him, because his hair is insanly cool. although his hair must weigh a lot... mine hurts when i have it up to long, but to have such thick hair, and super long... must hurt. okay so then the guy who spoke last night spoke again. this time he was also very good. o and we are actually starting Bible-study, we have a real date and time. i'm really excited.  yes then stephs super duper cool mom, took us to steak-&amp;-shake, and wouldn't let me pay. when i'm 21 i'm going to have to write a check for  $50,000,000 dollars to pay for all the stuff she has not let me pay for. ah i also want to work at steak &amp; shake... but you have to be 16. bummmmmer.  i would get one of those red bowties... but now i won't be able to until next summer. o well, that means i'll be able to drive there and back. :)   well i a lot of stuff has happened this weekend. i haven't done this many things in 2 day ever. i had a lovley weekend... hope everyone else did too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111137860052124841?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111137860052124841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111137860052124841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111137860052124841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111137860052124841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/sing-sing-song.html' title='sing, sing a song.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111107378898606208</id><published>2005-03-17T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T07:44:04.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm irish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i am sick of studying...  so i'm writting this instead. we will consider it a 'creative writting peice on a day in the life of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o my on tuesday i babysat Finley, she is amazingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;i had a wonderful time getting away from everything for a couple of hours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i get to do it next week too. yay!&lt;br /&gt;i got a 98% on my spanish term paper. 2 points off for wrong format on the biblioagrphy (i can't even spell it.)&lt;br /&gt;my mom went out with Mrs. Stewart yesterday. for her Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;mom brought me a Purple berat, one of those french painters hats.&lt;br /&gt;i wore it last night. i only got a million weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;i went to target. and the cashier thought it was adorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;i told her people gave me weird looks, she said give them a mean look.&lt;br /&gt;i said "will do".&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 new tank tops, &amp;amp; i really like them.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i become more grateful for my family.&lt;br /&gt;the more i think about it, i'm really lucky to have a big family and everyone is pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like anyone is getting into trouble with the police, and there aren't any acholics... except for grandpa who seems to get into trouble with grandma any and everytime i'm at their house.&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me laugh, and he just lays his head back a chuckles... he thinks she's nuts.&lt;br /&gt;but then we walk into the deen and their is a the gin bottle VERY low... and grandma says "i told you so!!!" i just laugh. it brightens my day.&lt;br /&gt;me and my friends are going to start Bible study again, and i really i'm excited because i could use it. and it will be nice to actually DO something.&lt;br /&gt;alright i must pour three bags of salt into my pool... it's turning GREEN ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;it looks really gross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i really can't wait to go to ireland! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i even watched a thing on 'tasting ireland last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they drink like mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want to go, and listen to some good music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111107378898606208?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111107378898606208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111107378898606208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111107378898606208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111107378898606208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-irish.html' title='i&apos;m irish.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111076827603817538</id><published>2005-03-13T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:44:36.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was boring... i cleaned house, instead of going to a soccer game or a basketball game. but the house smelled really clean &amp; looked good. then dad brought Tim and Mary back from their soccer games. then he asked if i wanted to go to Sarah's Basketball game, although i really don't enjoy the kids games... because its like a jungle gym. people and kids everywhere, screaming, and abby hasn't mastered sitting still. so someone is constantly trying to hold he down so she wont fall to the hard ground. i ended up taking her out, that is more fun... watching a 2 year old run all over a church, and point to every piece of candy and say: "cannys Beka cannys!!"  translation: "candy Beka, candy, please buy me some, please!" i tryed to crochet in there, but to many people passing by looked at me while i was doing it and i think they thought it was kind of interesting to see a 15 (28) year old crocheting. o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept in. amazing. i didn't go to church, because Dad left town to go on a trip to NC. till next Saturday... mhm then we had Jubilation. i actually had a decent time because its the one day i see my friends. i received some lovley earings from my coolest friend. &amp; an amazing Bob Marley Poster... its a bunch of mini bob's and his albums, faces of peter tosh, ect... and it makes his head.  it is really rad. :) thank you so much Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had a lovley weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111076827603817538?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111076827603817538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111076827603817538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111076827603817538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111076827603817538'/><link rel='alternate' 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and went right to adulthood. in fact a couple of weeks ago i took one of those quiz things, "what age are you really" or something. well i take it, and click thinking about what the results will be... the page fully loads, and i scroll down... what does it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your true age is 28. i blink hoping its a joke, although no joke, i act 28.  i have been told i am mature, but not all the way to 28.  maybe this is why i have strange ambitions, hopes, and ideas, i'm trying my hardest to be a normal kid, when in reality i'm a 28 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope that one day i can and will be just a KID. not a 28 year old. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111048777789480666?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111041220019401686</id><published>2005-03-09T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:53:28.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>will the sun every shine again?</title><content type='html'>i never thought that my cheeks would go numb in Florida let alone in FL in March!&lt;br /&gt;i went walking (running would be dangerous. there are too many puddles) and i felt like a was in a sad scene in a movie. walking down the street with my hair pasted to my head, listening to Dido "'Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave homeIf you're cold I'll keep you warmIf you're low just hold onCause I will be your safetyOh don't leave home'" my eyes were red from the wind, and raindrops where falling down my checks. my checks were numb, and rosey-red, my lips were chapped, and i coughing... i must have looked disgusting but i have to say it was nice to get out of the house. especaily after being stuck inside all day... even with the rain. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111041220019401686?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111032420553029758</id><published>2005-03-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:24:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful weekend/week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the crap-show, it really was a crap-show. although i found two booths that i liked, one i bought some earings at, the other had two hippies selling halter tops and really rad shorts, bags, and pants. i thought they were totally rad, although hannah &amp; victoria were making fun of me for liking something so "weird". they were sooooo Gwen Stefani, i'm talking return of saturn tour clothes, and this hippies were like real-live gwen stefanis. it was quite fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;yes and every booth that i looked at something, hannah's friend victoria would pull me away from it and tell me that i didn't need their junk, but i was just looking... i go for inspiration for jewlery. i hardly buy their stuff, because i know how much it actually costs to make a dinky pair of earings. haahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to dillards, mom went looking for something. :? not sure what...&lt;br /&gt;headed to jub' lammmmme. i wish it was time for tour, so i could be permently done with that crap. a few months, then we will leave and have one last blast with them, and i'm done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and michelle gave me some pretty jewlery from china... this really cool bracelet that is magnetic really neat. and a jade ring, totally rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano. piano. piano. piano. piano. piano.&lt;br /&gt;running.running.running.running.&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out my spanish term paper isn't due till next week, so all that stressing out was for nothing. :) hahaha. went running. did a bunch of SAT prep. when i use all of those SAT words i sound really smart... :) thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; BIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow is my mommy's birthday!! yay!!!&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/10621018-111032420553029758?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111032420553029758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111032420553029758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111032420553029758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111032420553029758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/eventful-weekendweek.html' title='eventful weekend/week'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111024661439074800</id><published>2005-03-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:50:14.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clark gable</title><content type='html'>"clark gable"&lt;br /&gt;the postal service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a cross-town train in the london underground&lt;br /&gt;When it struck me that I've been waiting since birth to find&lt;br /&gt;A love that would look and sound like a movie so I changed&lt;br /&gt;My plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you&lt;br /&gt;"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to believe that&lt;br /&gt; "there is truth, that love is real"&lt;br /&gt;And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd&lt;br /&gt;I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in&lt;br /&gt;The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it&lt;br /&gt;The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set"&lt;br /&gt;And then called "action!"&lt;br /&gt;And I kissed you in a style that clark gable would have admired&lt;br /&gt;(I thought it classic)&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"&lt;br /&gt;And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear&lt;br /&gt;That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111024661439074800?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111024661439074800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111024661439074800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111024661439074800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111024661439074800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/clark-gable.html' title='clark gable'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-111024291010708709</id><published>2005-03-07T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:48:30.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reach for the sun.</title><content type='html'>i found out... last weekend something that makes me want to puke, and a whole week went by and i didn't think about it, then i see something/someone who awakens this problem, and all over again i want to puke. :/ i have no clue why such weird things happen to me.  so i'm going to move to ireland, and people (whom i approve of ;) can come see me, and i will live a happy life in Dublin with all the lovley irish people. :) sounds fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a spanish term paper due. but i don't feel like typing it... :/ i really wish summer was already here. just a few months, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooo me ooooooooo my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111024291010708709?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111024291010708709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111024291010708709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111024291010708709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111024291010708709'/><link 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like a smoker. not good but insanly true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;clothes (haha, but really i need them.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot weather, i CAN live without cold weather.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cameras. its history you can hold, with your two hands. and they also re-kindling memorys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sleep/coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the song of the day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Expo '86"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think this cycle never ends&lt;br /&gt;We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again&lt;br /&gt;And it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;But if i move my place in line i'll lose.&lt;br /&gt;And i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for something to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for familiar resolve.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems that i don't have the skills to recollect&lt;br /&gt;The twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself&lt;br /&gt;But if i move my place in line i'll lose.&lt;br /&gt;And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for something to wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for familiar resolve&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for another repeat&lt;br /&gt;Another diet fed by crippling defeat&lt;br /&gt;And i am waiting for that sense of relief&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you to flee the scene&lt;br /&gt;As if you held in your hand the smoking gun&lt;br /&gt;And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.&lt;br /&gt;And it's strangeThey are basically the same&lt;br /&gt;So i don't ask names anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think this cycle never ends&lt;br /&gt;We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again&lt;br /&gt;And it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the quote of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never argue with an idiot, people watching may not be able to tell the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-111016477986322662?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/111016477986322662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=111016477986322662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111016477986322662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/111016477986322662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-top-ten-list.html' title='another top ten list'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-110997646768448943</id><published>2005-03-04T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:47:47.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't like salesladys.</title><content type='html'>dude,&lt;br /&gt;i think sales people are un-cool now. this lady was trying to get me to spend all of my cash right then and there. i had 2 pairs of shoes, and i'm like okay no more. so i head to the cash registar set my stuff there... &amp; she says: "would you like some socks?, or how about that cute handbag?, o i have the perfect earings to go with those!" so i say: "i have major concerts and events coming up that i have to pay for" and she replies: "o i see" so then i think i hurt her feelings, but i don't need to spend $400000.00 in her store alone. i mean my grandma always told me don't spend all your money in one place. so dude i totally abide by her saying, well sometimes. but all that to say i have 2 really trippy new pairs of shoes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quote for today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every fairytale holds a little truth, and every truth holds a little fairytale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-110997646768448943?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/110997646768448943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=110997646768448943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110997646768448943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110997646768448943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-like-salesladys.html' title='i don&apos;t like salesladys.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-110981362834054558</id><published>2005-03-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:27:59.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day.</title><content type='html'>so i was putting quotes up everyday... i found them very inspirational, so i thought i should do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. As long as you think for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart wants the one thing my mind knows i can't have.&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Hudson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-110981362834054558?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/110981362834054558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=110981362834054558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110981362834054558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110981362834054558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-110981413841791189</id><published>2005-03-02T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:42:18.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the day.</title><content type='html'>"The District Sleeps Alone Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty&lt;br /&gt;And I'm barely listening to last demands&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest&lt;br /&gt;That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...&lt;br /&gt;I am not permanent&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing keeping me dry is&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex&lt;br /&gt;A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting&lt;br /&gt;And I am finally seeing&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;D.C. sleeps alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex&lt;br /&gt;A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting&lt;br /&gt;And I am finally seeing&lt;br /&gt; Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;Where I am&lt;br /&gt;The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights&lt;br /&gt;And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening&lt;br /&gt;And I am finally seeing&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one worth leaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-110981413841791189?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/110981413841791189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=110981413841791189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110981413841791189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110981413841791189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/03/song-of-day.html' title='song of the day.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-110964591794577749</id><published>2005-02-28T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:58:37.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here... still.</title><content type='html'>me o my. today was so chill. i did school. all done. had a piano lesson. did yucky. actually quite well. :). went running. ran a complete mile without stopping. so exciting. i get faster everyday. worked on my spanish term paper. going great. thought a lot. wanted something i couldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;talked to steph. cleaned my room. got new clothes. i have salior pants now. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-110964591794577749?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/110964591794577749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=110964591794577749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110964591794577749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110964591794577749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/02/right-here-still.html' title='right here... still.'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-110963701262631108</id><published>2005-02-28T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:30:12.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh uh</title><content type='html'>Put a star beside the statments that are true about you&lt;br /&gt;01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions* haven't we all?&lt;br /&gt;02. I didn't watch much TV today.*&lt;br /&gt;03. I love broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;04. I love sleeping.***&lt;br /&gt;05. I have loads of books.*&lt;br /&gt;06. I once slept in a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;07. I love playing video-games.&lt;br /&gt;08. I adore marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;09. I watch porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;10. I watch "One Tree Hill."&lt;br /&gt;11. I like sharks.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love spiders, I think they're adorable.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was born without hair and I still don't have hair.&lt;br /&gt;14. I like George W. Bush. (as a president of course.) i stay away from politics.&lt;br /&gt;15. People are cool.*&lt;br /&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.*&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a NISSAN and a pool.&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a lot to learn.*&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife everywhere with myself.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm really, really smart.&lt;br /&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a secret.*&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate rain.&lt;br /&gt;24. I drink health juice.*&lt;br /&gt;25. Punk rock rules.*&lt;br /&gt;26. I hate Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love Vietnamese food.*&lt;br /&gt;28. I would hate to be famous.*&lt;br /&gt;29. I am not a morning person.***&lt;br /&gt;30. I have semi-long hair.&lt;br /&gt;31. I have short hair&lt;br /&gt;32. I have potential.*&lt;br /&gt;33. I am pure Afghan.&lt;br /&gt;34. My legs are two different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin.&lt;br /&gt;36. I wear those long socks.*&lt;br /&gt;37. I can roll my tongue.*&lt;br /&gt;38. I like the way that I look.*&lt;br /&gt;39. I'm obsessed with italian food.* i like italian.&lt;br /&gt;40. I can be pessimistic or optimistic whenever I want.*&lt;br /&gt;41. I know how to french braid.*&lt;br /&gt;42. I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;43. I skateboard/snowboard.* i roll down hills.&lt;br /&gt;44. I think that skateboarders are hot.*&lt;br /&gt;45. I'm in a band.&lt;br /&gt;46. I have talent.&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;48. I think that I am popular.&lt;br /&gt;49. I am currently single.*&lt;br /&gt;0. I can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;51. My favorite color is either blue, red, or white.*&lt;br /&gt;52. I practicaly live in sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;53. I love to shop. *&lt;br /&gt;54. I would either classify myself as punk or goth.&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm a prep, shop at abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;57. I'm obsessed with myspace&lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate anyone.*&lt;br /&gt;59. I know how to square dance.&lt;br /&gt;60. I have a unibrow.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarressed to be seen with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;62. I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;63. I believe in God.*&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;65. I know how to play the tuba.&lt;br /&gt;66. I need coffee to live.*&lt;br /&gt;67. I've had a boyfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;68. I've rejected someone before*.*****&lt;br /&gt;69. I currently like someone and I know he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my lif\e.&lt;br /&gt;71. I want to have kids when I get older. *&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before.*&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;74. I bite my nails.* when i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Hilary Duff fan club.&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything.*&lt;br /&gt;77. I love broadway plays.&lt;br /&gt;78. I have no idea who the 38th president was.*&lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Mary Kate and Ashley's new movie.&lt;br /&gt;80. I am completely shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;81. I am online 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;82. I have at least 25 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;83. I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;br /&gt;84. I loved Rush Hour.&lt;br /&gt;85. I have read all of the Harry Potter books.&lt;br /&gt;86. If I were a dwarf, I would be dopey.&lt;br /&gt;87. When I was a kid I played with G.I. Joe.&lt;br /&gt;88. I don't mind country music. yea right.&lt;br /&gt;89. I would do anything for my friends.*&lt;br /&gt;90. I think Juicy Fruit is the best type of gum.&lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm paranoid and extremely jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;93. I would love to be Demi Moore cause Ashton Kutcher is hot&lt;br /&gt;94. I like the Beatles, they're classic.*&lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the word to "I'm a Barbie girl."*&lt;br /&gt;96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.*&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;98. I have to fart&lt;br /&gt;99. I want this darn thing to be over!***&lt;br /&gt;100. I'm happy.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-110963701262631108?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/110963701262631108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=110963701262631108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110963701262631108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110963701262631108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/02/uh-uh.html' title='uh uh'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10621018.post-110960582269698259</id><published>2005-02-27T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T07:52:51.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px" align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=6154"&gt;Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a title="User Profile" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=naw5689"&gt;naw5689&lt;/a&gt; and taken 19951 times on &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Green Day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Are you male or female:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;she&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;she's a rebel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;How do some people feel about you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;warning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;redundant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;reject (although i haven't had one)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;king for a day (never had one though) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe where you want to be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;welcome to paradise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe what you want to be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;extraodinary girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe how you live:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;walking contridiction&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Describe how you love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;jinx&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Share a few words of wisdom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;poprocks &amp; coke! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 15px; PADDING-LEFT: 15px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 15px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Create a Survey" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Search Surveys" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10621018-110960582269698259?l=stargirl99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/feeds/110960582269698259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10621018&amp;postID=110960582269698259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110960582269698259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10621018/posts/default/110960582269698259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stargirl99.blogspot.com/2005/02/quiz_27.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>stargirl99</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684754887157817921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
