<?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-3685447</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:40:39.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freckles</title><subtitle type='html'>Some say the glass is half full, some say the glass is half empty. I say "Are you gonna drink that?"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-95925743</id><published>2003-06-22T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T18:33:16.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a long time. All I have to say is this:&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix KICKS ASS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-95925743?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/95925743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/95925743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95925743' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-94354242</id><published>2003-05-14T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T18:42:00.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while but I figured I'd blog to day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude from West I was going out with dumped me today, for no reason! He sure better be glad he goes to West otherwise I'd bust a cap on his ass. He did it in a real chicken way. He got a friend to write me a letter breaking up with me! How dumb. I still love him but I guess he just doesn't feel the same way. *Sigh* I should be used to this but I'm not. Even worse I was sitting in school crying my eyes out and everybody came up to me asking what's wrong and telling them made me even more upset. This is like the worst day of my freaking life. I don't want to ever feel like this again. I feel like I have no reason to live and my heart's been ripped out and stomped on. I don't know what to do. I'll be ok sooner or later - I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-94354242?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/94354242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/94354242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94354242' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-91950555</id><published>2003-04-03T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T20:34:57.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People like Kendra Shaffer and Mr. Baker piss me off. Kendra because she's arrogant and Mr. Baker because he pisses off my friends. He even caused one of my friends to break her arm. I can't stand the man. And Kendra, words just can't describe how much I hate her. I just want to rip her head off. I'm very violent but its all cool. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Jessica Lynch. She's one lucky girl. I'm still in shock that they rescued her. It's one amazing story. She's not hurt too bad which is great. 2 broken legs, 1 broken arm, and some gunshot wounds. I'd be expecting worse than that. She's really lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well enough of my rambling. I'm outta here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-91950555?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91950555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91950555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91950555' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-91095610</id><published>2003-03-20T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T20:55:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've listened to the radio and the TV all day long. I've heard peoples opinions and I've heard this over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop the protesting. We're at war and it's not going to end because we have people protesting. This is America and we have freedom of speech but we've got to let our troops know we support them.  If you can't support the President then support our troops. They need our prayers and they need to know we're supporting them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Our troops HAVE to know we support them. We've got to let them know otherwise we will lose this war. Just my feelings again. Haha. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-91095610?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91095610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91095610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91095610' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-91095183</id><published>2003-03-20T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T20:45:27.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the war is going good for the U.S.A. We have 40+ nations supporting us. Britain is sending troops on land, sea, and air. Turkey is letting us use their airbases. Australia is sending like 2,000 troops. And we have one of the best armies in the world, if not the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here in the USA still don't understand it's not about oil or money. Only 20% of our oil comes from Iraq. We have Alaska that's rich in oil. I still support the war. I still support President Bush. He is doing the right thing. People may think I'm stupid or close-minded but I don't care. This is what I feel in my heart. God Bless our soldiers, our President and all of the Bush administration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-91095183?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91095183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91095183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91095183' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-91027237</id><published>2003-03-19T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:23:53.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn Saddam. Why couldn't he just toss his pride and ego aside? I don't want this war but I do think we HAVE to go. No other choice really. Saddam had his chance now he's going to face our wrath. I'll support our troops and our President, you heard me right - I will support our President. President Bush was the lesser of the two evils. I think he's doing a fine job as President. I know people view this differently but I believe he's doing just fine. People may think I'm dumb, ignorant, stupid, whatever but this is what I believe and I'm not going to hate anybody because they believe otherwise. This is America we have the right to our own opinions. I will leave with 3 more words. God Bless America.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-91027237?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91027237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/91027237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91027237' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-90896669</id><published>2003-03-17T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T22:03:39.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>War. Yes, I think we should go but I don't want us to go to war. I'd rather have those 250,000 troops safe at home instead of out in the middle of an Iraqi desert. I support President Bush and all that he is doing. Right now I think it's right. I don't know what else he could be doing. If we waited then we could be attacked or Saddam could keep making biological weapons and weapons of mass destruction. It's not about money and oil because only 20% of our oil comes from Iraq. It's not about finishing what daddy started. We have to disarm him or the world is not safe. Saddam Hussein has to be disarmed or else and we're going to be the ones to do it. I wouldn't trust anybody else except us. I know I see this differently then other people but this is what I believe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-90896669?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/90896669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/90896669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90896669' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-90386371</id><published>2003-03-09T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T00:01:00.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm so happy! For one I have a boyfriend named Wesley. He goes to the rival school West but that's ok we both like each other a lot. We started dating yesterday at like 11:00 P.M. so it's all cool. Also I went to the ACC Women's Tournament today. It was awesome. Me, mom and Aimee were seated right behind some WNBA scouts. It was so cool. We talked to them during all the games and one of them gave us her card and she's going to hook us up with some tickets when her team plays in Charlotte. It was so amazing. Then yesterday my dad's car died not a good thing until I found out we bought a new car!!! We now have a Ford Escort. It's hot. Haha. Man this week could not have been any better. I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooo dang happy!! :-) I better go. Bedtime. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-90386371?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/90386371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/90386371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90386371' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-89674354</id><published>2003-02-24T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T18:47:20.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Sleepover friday! Woo Hoo!!!!! Haha. Me and Mic are officially over. I'm glad he was such a jackass to me anyway. Don't know why I even bothered. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;:-P School sucks. Latin is boring. I hardly ever have homework which is awesome! I think I have straight A's. Go me! Haha. Well I better go... Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuSiC: Someday We'll Know - Mandy Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-89674354?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/89674354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/89674354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89674354' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-89581181</id><published>2003-02-22T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T23:09:43.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted but anyways. We've been busy with the renovations. I've had to clean so much lately it's not even funny. Basketball is over and I didn't get moved up to varsity but that's ok. AAU starts March 2nd. Oh I found out the a**hole in MN cheated on me. Forget him. I don't know what I saw in him. He says he still loves me but yet he's with another girl?? Now tell me if that makes sense. Oh well maybe I won't see him this summer. That's mean but hey what he did to me hurt like heck. I dunno what to think. I trusted him with all my heart and he broke that trust. I guess I'll get over sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ had 43 points last nite. He's so the man!! Haha. He's awesome though. The Lakers... ugh I don't like them. Kobe's an arrogant ass and Shaq well yeah Shaq's cool but not Kobe. Haha. Well I best be going. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-89581181?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/89581181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/89581181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89581181' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-89009230</id><published>2003-02-12T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T21:52:21.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* I'm so tired. I went to bed last night at 11 and I couldn't get to sleep. I was too wound up from our game which we won by 10. Now we're the MVC Conference Champs for JV Girls basketball. I know it's just JV but dang it feels so good. We've been working soooo hard for this. Anyway. Gotta go. Dad's kicking me off. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-89009230?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/89009230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/89009230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89009230' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-88500763</id><published>2003-02-03T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T19:28:56.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!! I saw Holly and got to talk to her for the first time in forever!!! She's cool! Haha. She's supposed to be coming to my game tomorrow so I expect to see her there(Hint, hint Holly). :-) Well I'm outta here. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-88500763?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/88500763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/88500763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88500763' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-88425059</id><published>2003-02-02T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T11:18:56.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We lost our game on friday but today, Sunday, I realized what does this stupid game matter compared to the bigger things in life? The space shuttle Columbia exploded yesterday. That matters, one stupid game doesn't mean anything compared to the bigger picture in life. There are many more important things. Yes it still hurt that we lost but it hurts 10x more seeing 7 innocent people die just doing their job. At the time the game seemed like this big thing that was going to ruin my life but it's not, its not a big thing. It's nothing compared to going to war with Iraq or the Columbia accident. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-88425059?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/88425059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/88425059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88425059' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-87665197</id><published>2003-01-18T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T23:16:58.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I've posted but anyways. My basketball team is still undefeated. 12-0 right now. *dances* Anyways. I made straight A's last term so that's pretty good. Right now nobody is mad at me or anything like that. So my life is goin' pretty good. Well I'm outta here. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-87665197?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/87665197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/87665197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87665197' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-86723046</id><published>2002-12-30T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T21:46:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a 93 on the English EOC so I ended up with an "A" in that class. *dances*. We did win our basketball game on Friday. It was pretty easy. Well a close friend of mine totally hates me and I don't know why. He sent me an IM cussing me out and I couldn't respond because he signed off really quick. One of my friends is going to talk to him so it'll be ok, I hope. Well I'm outta here. Peace. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-86723046?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/86723046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/86723046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86723046' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-86292174</id><published>2002-12-19T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T18:34:30.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the English 1/AG/Honors EOC today. I think I did pretty good on it. As long as I made an 87 or better on it I'll be happy because that will give me an A. We have a game friday and we should win but ya never know! Well I'm outta here. Holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-86292174?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/86292174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/86292174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86292174' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-86139259</id><published>2002-12-16T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T20:05:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm doing alright. Had a game friday. We won pretty easily - 58-29. We have a game friday but it's away so nobody will be there. :( Oh well. The main reason I'm posting is to see if the new template works. Thanks Holly. I owe ya! Anyways. Christmas is only 9 days away and I can't wait! Woo! Well I'm going to go. Holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-86139259?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/86139259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/86139259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86139259' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-85752471</id><published>2002-12-09T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T18:57:35.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://my.raex.com/~bbenedet/perian/PEFLegolas02.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Legolas is my fancy!&lt;BR&gt;What's your fancy? Click &lt;A HREF="http://my.raex.com/~bbenedet/perian/perianmeleth.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; and tell the world!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our game tomorrow was cancelled and that royally TICKS me off. I guess they don't care about my feelings. *sniffle* HeHe. Anyways. I got most my Christmas shopping done. I got Holly, Emily, Rachel, and Sara presents now I just got to get Aimee, Jessica, and Katie presents. Well anyways I've gotta go. Holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-85752471?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85752471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85752471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85752471' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-85571371</id><published>2002-12-05T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T21:56:34.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Amy Will&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Junior, Big Red, Will, Aimz&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: October 9, 1987 &lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: A hospital&lt;br /&gt;Current Residence: A home&lt;br /&gt;Family: Jane (mom), Bob (dad), Thomas (brother), Bryan (brother)&lt;br /&gt;School: WCHS - Freshmen&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Height: About 5'9''&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Nope&lt;br /&gt;If so what's her/his name? ^Look above^&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings? No&lt;br /&gt;If so what do you have/want pierced? N/A&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tattoo or want one? Nope &lt;br /&gt;Where do you shop at the most? Kohl's&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends smoke? Some of them&lt;br /&gt;Who are your closest friends? Aimee, Holly, Rachel, Emily, Sara&lt;br /&gt;Do you like bath &amp; body works? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? Something like Tempesse &lt;br /&gt;Is your hair short or long? Medium&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to shop? Yea!&lt;br /&gt;What sports do you play? Basketball, golf, soccer&lt;br /&gt;What turns you on? ummm........&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off? Idiots&lt;br /&gt;What place do you go for fun? Movies or basketball events&lt;br /&gt;What do you do for fun? Play basketball&lt;br /&gt;How many phones do you have in your house? 4&lt;br /&gt;How many tv's do you have in your house? 2&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite food(s)? Tacos or pizza&lt;br /&gt;Do you look like anyone famous? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you think ricky Martin is muy guapo (very handsome)? Maybe in 4th grade....&lt;br /&gt;Are you a virgin? Yes and I will be until I get married&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish to be like your parents? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What cologne should a hot guy wear?  I like the Adidas cologne&lt;br /&gt;How many hours per day do you spend talking on the phone? naybe 1&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone line? nope&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite shoes? Basketball shoes!&lt;br /&gt;What kind of clothes do you sleep in? Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite soda? Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;What things do you say a lot? A lot of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Who is the coolest person in the world? A person frozen in a ice cube of course&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're weird or funny? Both&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wanna get married? A church&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite girl names? Jessica or Jesse&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite guy names? Michael Scott or Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst memory in the past 5 years? Telling the Kauffmans goodbye when they moved and then watching them wave to me and Thomas when we were leaving Minnesota. It hurt more than anything in the world&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite childhood memory? Playing hide and seek in our "huge" (thats what i thought then) house with my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like jewelry? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you were? Anybody rich, pretty, and famous&lt;br /&gt;Who has it easier, boys or girls? Girls&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be short or tall? Tall&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to dance? Yeah but you don't wanna see me dance&lt;br /&gt;Do you like playing pranks on people? Yea&lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite subject in school? S.S.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite subject in school? Math&lt;br /&gt;What college do you wanna go to? Clemson or Virginia Tech&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a playstation or Nintendo 64? No, I am deprived as a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep a lot? I try to, but I dont&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite radio stations? 102.1 Jams or Kiss 95.1&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite tv station? Disney, ESPN, and MTV&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear nail polish? No&lt;br /&gt;How often do you shower? Everyday&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What room do you spend the most time in? the computer room&lt;br /&gt;How many rooms does your house have? like i dunno&lt;br /&gt;What do you wanna be when you're out of school? Pro Bballer&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse a lot? not A LOT......but I do curse&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to church? Yup&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to watch PDA's? Sometimes depends on my mood. HaHa&lt;br /&gt;Do you show PDA? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? ehhhh&lt;br /&gt;What color tooth brush do you use? umm...its white and purple&lt;br /&gt;How many times a day do you brush your teeth? 2&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite cartoon character? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job? nope&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite fruit?  PEACHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite veggies? Carrots, I s'pose&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite candy? Snickers&lt;br /&gt;What was the best day of your life so far? The day our team won the JV Tipoff Tourney and I got named Tourney MVP. It was AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Work It - Missy Elliott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-85571371?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85571371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85571371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85571371' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-85510250</id><published>2002-12-04T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T19:45:28.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the teams won last night except boys varsity. I had 11 points and several assists. We played OK but not our best. I didn't play very well but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of school early today because of snow. Right now we have about 6 inches or something like that. We don't have school tomorrow!! Woo Hoo! I might go sledding tomorrow, don't know yet. Well I better jet. Holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-85510250?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85510250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85510250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85510250' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-85352913</id><published>2002-12-01T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T20:30:04.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We played Watauga on friday and won. I had 17 points - top scorer on my team, I think. Coach was pleased with the way we played except  for having 30+ fouls. We have 2 games this week - one on Tuesday and one on Friday. Tuesday is away and Friday is at home. Well I know this is short but I don't have much to say. And Holly I'm still waiting on the cool background. :-) Hehe. Well I'm outta here. Holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-85352913?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85352913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85352913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85352913' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-85143808</id><published>2002-11-26T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T22:55:58.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We won yesterday pretty easily. I had 18 points and was chosen as the tournament M.V.P. (most valuable player). I was so excited. I wasn't expecting to get the M.V.P., suprised the crap out of me. Sarah and Katie were chosen for the all-tournament team which is awesome. They both played really well. We play Watauga friday, they're supposed to be tough so who knows how we will do. Well I'm outta here. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction." - JFK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Basketball - Lil Bow Wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-85143808?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85143808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/85143808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85143808' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84989038</id><published>2002-11-23T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T20:49:27.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We beat Surry Central 56-28 or something like that. I played really well even though I had 4 fouls by halftime. I had a total of 16 points even though I played less than half the game because of my "fouls." So we play monday in the championship game at 7:00. I can't wait. We're playing Ashe and hopefully we'll beat them as bad as we beat Surry. :-) Well I'm outta here. Holla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84989038?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84989038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84989038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84989038' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84967658</id><published>2002-11-23T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T08:30:56.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so nervous. I don't think I've been this nervous in my life. I know its just J.V. basketball but I want to win so bad. We're playing for WCHS and they have been known for an awesome women's basketball program and we want that tradition to continue on. I love the pressure but it's nerve-racking!!!!! Geez. HaHa. The game's at 4... that's not so far away since it's 8:30 right now!!! My hands are shaking like crazy, it's hard to type. Haha. Well I'm outta here. Gotta go to the middle school for a shootaround. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: A goal is not always meant to be reached, it often serves simply as something to aim at. - Bruce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Hey Ma - Cameron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84967658?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84967658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84967658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84967658' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84903114</id><published>2002-11-21T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T22:07:32.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gah, I hate my first period so much. Nobody in there likes me except Joe. I'm miserable, it's the worst feeling in the world. Today I just sat there and stared at nothing until Coach Lawson asked if I was alright. I said yes but I wasn't. It sucks so much. I don't know what to do. I just keep thinking there aren't many more days left and hopefully basketball season will help it fly by... maybe.  Gah I hate it more than anything. Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. Holla. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84903114?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84903114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84903114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84903114' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84896270</id><published>2002-11-21T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T19:27:56.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I can say is saturday is when we prove everybody wrong. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: I'm 98% excited 2% scared - a guy off Armaggedon *sp?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment - Picture - Kid Rock featuring Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84896270?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84896270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84896270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84896270' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84844225</id><published>2002-11-20T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T20:17:56.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days, 3 days that will last forever! HaHa. Nah, I can't wait until saturday though. I'm about to die to play. Basketball is my life and I always want to play. It's awesome. Anyways, now I like 2 people but I won't go into detail. Life is great, school is boring, the usual. Well I'm outta here. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Basketball is a game that gives you every chance to be great, and puts every pressure on you to prove that you haven't got what it takes. It never takes away the chance, and it never eases up on the pressure." - Coach Bob Sundvold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Hey Ma - Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84844225?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84844225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84844225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84844225' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84791095</id><published>2002-11-19T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T20:58:04.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Saturday. Only like 4 days away. I can't wait - first basketball game of the season! Woo Hoo! Today was awesome. Practice wasn't too hard and Aimee's leg is getting better - thank goodness! There are 2 people in first period that hate me but I don't care. They're stupid. HaHa. Well I'm outta here. Peace! Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: If you never try you'll never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Get up and get it - 3LW and Bones Thugs N Harmony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84791095?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84791095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84791095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84791095' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84685955</id><published>2002-11-17T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T21:26:48.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church was interesting. Josh is an idiot. I'm tired. Weird post, I know. Too tired to think. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/goddess112/quizzes/!!!~What%20Harry%20Potter%20Fan%20Fic%20Ship%20Are%20You%3F~!!!/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/goddess112/1037002185_neronship1.jpg" border="0" alt="Hermione%20and%20Ron"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;!!!~What Harry Potter Fan Fic Ship Are You?~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Too tired to think of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Hey Ma - Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84685955?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84685955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84685955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84685955' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84602100</id><published>2002-11-15T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T20:31:04.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad practice but other than that a good day. Logan was sick and Aimee got hurt at practice but Zack and I are friends again. Hopefully it will last this time. Only 8 dang days until our first game. I want to play. You just don't know how much I want to go out on a basketball court, wearing green and gold and play. This has been a dream for me ever since I met Coach Smith which was my 6th grade year I think. Green and gold have dominated in women's basketball in our conference for the longest time and I hope we keep that streak alive. I really can't wait. I'm about to die to play. Thank goodness the season lasts like 5 months. March 15th is the last game and we will be in it because it's the STATE CHAMPIONSHIP! This year and my junior and/or my senior year are the years we have the best chance at winning it. People think we're a little hick school that has no chance of winning. Well we'll prove them wrong, believe it or not!! Anyways. I'm out of here. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: "Picture" - Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Win with honor, lose with grace." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84602100?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84602100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84602100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84602100' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84502266</id><published>2002-11-13T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T21:09:16.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired and bored. Practice was hard, we made ourselves run a lot. I hate it when that happens. First game is in 10 days. Woo! I can't wait. Hopefully we'll win the JV Tipoff Tournament but you never know... People think we're going to suck this year but we aren't. We have a great team. A coach of a 4A state championship ladies basketball team said that we have the talent to win state when we're juniors or seniors. Mrs. T may have laughed when Aimee said she wanted to win state but when we win it, and WE WILL, I would love to shove it in her face that we won it. Oh well. I'm out of here. HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: If you never try you'll never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Lose Yourself - Eminem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84502266?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84502266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84502266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84502266' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84444882</id><published>2002-11-12T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T19:52:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moonrainstar.com/fun/quizzes/vgchar/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.moonrainstar.com/shared/quizzes/2_vgarthur.gif" width="253" height="134" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What Velvet Goldmine character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang right friendship means more to me than fame or money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84444882?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84444882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84444882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84444882' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84444425</id><published>2002-11-12T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T19:41:35.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I blogged I know I did but did it show up? NO! So now I have to blog again. Stupid computer. Ugh today has been horrible. Logan's not talking to me much and we had to run a TON at basketball practice. It could be worse but Logan told me some stuff that made me happy for him but sad for me. I know he'll never love me the way I love him, it's a shitty feeling (pardon the french). Well anyways. We got our basketball jerseys. They are the most UNCOMFORTABLE things I've ever worn but I'm really happy to be a WCHS Lady Eagle  basketball player. It's awesome because we're always good at basketball. There's no feeling quite like it. Well gotta go. HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Common sense is the most uncommon thing in the world. - whoever the heck said that is SO right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: The Pledge - Ja Rule, Nas and Ashanti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84444425?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84444425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84444425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84444425' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84368876</id><published>2002-11-11T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T11:59:04.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't feel like typing much so here...&lt;br /&gt;Right now:&lt;br /&gt;[ Clothing ] Nike warm up pants and a Clemson T-Shirt *Go Tigers*&lt;br /&gt;[ Mood ] Happy&lt;br /&gt;[ Make-up ] Me no wear make up&lt;br /&gt;[ Music ] "Hey Ma" - Cameron&lt;br /&gt;[ Taste ] Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;[ Hair ] Ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[ Annoyance ] Nothing actually.&lt;br /&gt;[ Smell ] None...&lt;br /&gt;[ Thing I Ought To Be Doing ] Memorizing&lt;br /&gt;[ Book ] She Said Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ Worry ] We'll have to run a lot at basketball practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person:&lt;br /&gt;[ You Touched ] Mom&lt;br /&gt;[ You Talked to ] Aimee&lt;br /&gt;[ You Hugged ] Mom&lt;br /&gt;[ You Instant Messaged ] Aimee&lt;br /&gt;[ You Yelled At ] Most likely Thomas&lt;br /&gt;[ You Had A Crush On ] *Logan*&lt;br /&gt;[ You Kissed ] I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;[ Food ] Tacos.&lt;br /&gt;[ Color ] Green and Gold&lt;br /&gt;[ Book ] She Said Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ CD right now ] Like Mike soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;[ Shoes ] Nike&lt;br /&gt;[ Drink ] Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;[ Candy ] Snickers&lt;br /&gt;[ Animal ] Dog&lt;br /&gt;[ TV Show ] Friends&lt;br /&gt;[ Videogame ] Madden 2003&lt;br /&gt;[ Movie of all time ] Hoosiers and Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;[ Beach ] Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;[ Song Of All Time ] Ugh I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;[ Band Of All Time ] Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;[ Vegetable ] Yech... vegetables are gross!!&lt;br /&gt;[ Fruit ] Peaches.&lt;br /&gt;[ Restaurant ] Chili's&lt;br /&gt;[ Cartoon ] Superman&lt;br /&gt;[ Person ] Emmitt Smith.. he's my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to:&lt;br /&gt;[ Kill ] Nobody&lt;br /&gt;[ Look Like ] I like me.&lt;br /&gt;[ Be Like ] I want Sue Bird's basketball skills. &lt;br /&gt;[ Talk To ] Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you:&lt;br /&gt;[ Believe in god? ] Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ Read the newspaper in the morning? ] No&lt;br /&gt;[ Sleep with stuffed animals? ] No&lt;br /&gt;[ Have a pager/cell phone? ] Nope.&lt;br /&gt;[ Live with both parents? ] Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[ Believe in heaven? ] Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shit:&lt;br /&gt;[ What are you afraid of? ] The three S's - snakes, spiders, sharks.&lt;br /&gt;[ What really irritates you? ] Arrogance and people with no common sense!&lt;br /&gt;[ Who do you talk to when you have problems?] Aimee and Holly or sometimes my mom.&lt;br /&gt;[ Ever had a friend move away from you?] Yes about 5.&lt;br /&gt;[ Who always makes you laugh? ] Aimee&lt;br /&gt;[ Who always makes you happy?] Logan&lt;br /&gt;[ Do you have any strange/weird habits? ] Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;[ Plan to go to college?] Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ What college? ] Clemson or Virginia Tech&lt;br /&gt;[ What do you first notice in the opposite sex? ] Body.&lt;br /&gt;[ When was the last time you cried? ] Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;[ Last time you went to the hospital? ] When Holly broke her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;[ How many people are in your buddy list? ] 154&lt;br /&gt;[ How many are online right now? ] 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever..&lt;br /&gt;[ Been arrested? ] No&lt;br /&gt;[ Drank? ] At church yes.&lt;br /&gt;[ Stolen? ] *sheepishly* Yes but it wasn't anything major!&lt;br /&gt;[ Gone skinny dippin? ] No&lt;br /&gt;[ Been in love? ] Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ Loved someone so much, it made you cry? ] Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ Got into a physical fight? ] Yes&lt;br /&gt;[ Didn't say anything, but wish you had? ] Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever... &lt;br /&gt;[ Flash for the camera?] No&lt;br /&gt;[ Flash in front of a group/crowd? ] No&lt;br /&gt;[ Kill someone? ] Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;[ Date someone just for looks? ] No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either Or..&lt;br /&gt;[ Ocean or Lake? ] Ocean&lt;br /&gt;[ Coke or Pepsi? ] Coke&lt;br /&gt;[ Rap or Reggae? ] Rap!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ Fast dances or slow?] Slow.&lt;br /&gt;[ Lexus or BMW? ] BMW&lt;br /&gt;[ Sunshine or rain? ] Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;[ Phone or in person? ] Phone&lt;br /&gt;[ Day or Night? ] Day&lt;br /&gt;[ McDonalds or Burger King? ] McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;[ Mountain Dew or Surge? ] Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;[ Christmas or Thanksgiving? ] Christmas&lt;br /&gt;[ Spring or Summer? ] Summer&lt;br /&gt;[ Summer or Winter? ] Winter&lt;br /&gt;[ Deaf or Blind? ] Blind&lt;br /&gt;[ Pool or Jaccuzzi? ] Jaccuzzi&lt;br /&gt;[ One pillow or Two? ] One&lt;br /&gt;[ Tunnels or Bridges? ] Bridges&lt;br /&gt;[ California or Florida? ] California&lt;br /&gt;[ Optimistic or Pessimistic? ] Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Sometimes a thunderbolt will shoot from a clear sky; and sometimes, into the midst of a peaceful family - without warning of gathered storm above or slightest tremble of earthquake beneath - will fall a terrible fact, and from that moment everything is changed. The air is thick with cloud, and cannot weep itself clear. There may come a gorgeous sunset, though." - George MacDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: One Last Breath - Creed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84368876?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84368876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84368876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84368876' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84280900</id><published>2002-11-09T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T11:53:53.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post of the day. If you haven't read the book She Said Yes then you need to. It's an awesome book about a girl named Cassie Bernall who was killed at Columbine on April 20, 1999. It tells her story. She's the one when asked if she believed in God said yes. Then they killed her. The book is very good. It makes you think a lot. For me it helped me realize that our life could be taken in a minute. It really changed me. You really should read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "It is easy to die for Christ. It is hard to live for him. Dying only takes an hour or two, but to live for Christ means to die daily. Only during the few years of this life are we given the priviledge of serving each other and Christ... We shall have heaven forever, but only a short time for service here, and therefore we must not waste the opportunity." - Sadhu Sundar Singh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84280900?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84280900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84280900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84280900' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-84275486</id><published>2002-11-09T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T09:26:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while but I've been incredible busy with basketball, friends, and school. Now I'm official a WCHS Baller! Woo Hoo! HaHa. There's no feeling quite like it. Knowing you're on the team at WCHS is just awesome. Hopefully this year we'll win the State Championship that the seniors want really, really bad. A lot of people think we can't do it but I think we can. We definately have the talent. There are 2 of the 5 starters that have scholarships to play basketball at college which is awesome. The other 3 don't want scholarships or anything so you know. Our soccer team is in the quarterfinals of the State Playoffs which we've never done before! Woo!! Our football team won a game this year!! Woo! Our volleyball team improved a bunch! Our tennis team won the State Championship!! Woo!! And our Ladies Golf Team placed 11th in the state!! Woo!! So our fall sports have done awesome!! HaHa. Anyways I've gotta go. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Moment: Champions are built when no one is looking, championships are won with no spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Cleanin' Out My Closet - Eminem (Yes Holly I am listening to Eminem!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-84275486?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84275486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/84275486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84275486' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-83843430</id><published>2002-10-31T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T16:37:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today at school was awesome! I got to talk to the guy I love like 5 times!! HaHa. I was like woo! Anyways. We had the State Championship for golf Sunday - Tuesday. We came in 11th out of 15 teams which isn't too bad. I was pleased. We had basketball tryouts Monday - Wednesday. I wasn't there Monday or Tuesday because of golf but basically I made the team but technically it's not official until I've been at three tryouts. So yeah. I'm so happy. It's awesome to be a WCHS baller. There's no feeling quite like it. It's one of the best feelings in the world for me. :-) Well anyways I got to get ready for practice. HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Failure hurts when it happens, but wondering what could have been hurts even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Just a Friend - Mario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-83843430?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83843430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83843430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83843430' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-83536740</id><published>2002-10-25T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T22:43:58.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE WON!!!!! Our varsity football team won!!! Oh my gosh I'm so totally happy. It was awesome. The guys played great and after the game man I had so much fun. We all ran out onto the field. It was so good to see the players happy I mean they hadn't won all year. It was awesome. Anyways. I couldn't have been more wrong yesterday in my post. HaHa. The guy I'm totally digging still loves that other girl. It's ok, I know that he may always love her but I'm going to love him for a long, long time. Well I gotta go. HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Basketball - Bow Wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-83536740?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83536740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83536740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83536740' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-83480921</id><published>2002-10-24T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T18:04:55.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SO happy!!! The guy I love is totally off the girl that he had loved for the longest time. I might actually have a chance with him - as long as he starts liking me, that's the hard part. HaHa. I just want to scream I'm so happy. Anyways. Clemson plays NCSU tonight and I hope Clemson shows them that they're overrated. NCSU has had an easy schedule. They aren't really that good at all. Well anyways. Our JV football team is playing away tonight so that means varsity is home tomorrow so I'll go watch them and hang out with that guy I love. HaHa. Anyways. I gotta jet. HOLLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:A girl and a guy can be just friends, but at one point or another they will fall for each other..Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Just a Friend - Mario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-83480921?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83480921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83480921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83480921' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-83324003</id><published>2002-10-21T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T20:19:04.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe me sometimes. The guy I love right now is the same person one of my friends loves. I never thought I'd like him but I do. I'm amazed at me but the guy is so perfect. He's awesome. Anyways. The guy thats mad at me has like two other people that are mad at him and it's not even because I told or got them to be mad at him. We all have our reasons and I tell ya they are valid.  I don't know if the guy is reading this or not but I don't care. Anyways. No school for me tomorrow!!!!!! Woo!!!!! HaHa. I get to go to the Regionals for golf. It's going to be sooooooooooo much fun man! HaHa. Anyways dawg. HaHa. Gotta go. &lt;b&gt;HOLLA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Loving him is like breathing, how can I stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Work It - Missy Elliott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-83324003?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83324003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83324003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83324003' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-83264985</id><published>2002-10-20T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T20:19:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored and tired. I went to the Clemson - Wake Forest football game yesterday. Clemson won 30-23 I think. Something like that. The game was awesome. Clemson came back to win. It was great! There's nothing great going on in my life right now except there's only 8 days until basketball tryouts! I can't wait. It's going to be the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wooooooooooo! I'm so ready for basketball season to start. The first game is like November 20th or something like that. According to somebody I'm not the type of person to listen to Rap and say dawg and holla. Well that really pisses me off, I mean what the heck? I can listen to rap and I can say holla and dawg if I want to. It's my life. I don't even know why he cares. He hates me anyway. Whatever. I'm going to listen to rap and everything whether he likes it or not. He can get over it. I'm going to do what I want whether he likes it or not. Anyway I'm outta here. Peace. &lt;b&gt;HOLLA&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Men are like roses, you got to watch out for all the pricks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: One Mic by Nas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-83264985?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83264985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/83264985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83264985' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82934149</id><published>2002-10-13T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T17:38:26.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DALLAS WON!!! DALLAS BEAT THE PANTHERS IN FOOTBALL!!! That made me soooooooooooooooooo happy. They're now 3-3, I never thought they'd be .500 but they are right now. HaHa. Anyways. I got $25.00 from my aunt in the mail yesterday. I was like *yay*. I saw Sweet Home Alabama again. I went with Aimee and Chris this time. It was fun. Aimee spent the night with me last night. It was fun, we watched Remember the Titans and Love and Basketball. They're like my two favorite movies, besides Hoosiers of course. I got my permit wednesday and our soccer team beat Hibriten 2-1. Woo!!! HaHa. Well I better go. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Dallas won!! HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: None...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82934149?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82934149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82934149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82934149' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82768964</id><published>2002-10-09T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T21:44:52.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me!! Haha. Today was awesome, other than getting a birthday beatdown. The beatdown wasn't too bad. Jessica, Bobbie, Carrie, and Lindsey smacked my a** 16 times but then Lindsey helped me up because I was lying on the locker room floor. Then they all gave me a hug and said happy birthday. It was pretty cool. They're awesome. I wish Jessica, Bobbie, and Carrie weren't graduating but that's ok at least I have basketball season with them. They're like the coolest people in the world!!!!!! Ugh. Anyways. Let's see what I got for my birthday. I got a camera, film, camera batteries, an awesome Clemson wife beater, a $25.00 gift certificate from Aimee, basketball scrunchies, roses from Chris, and a cool basketball charm from Holly. I would say that's an awesome birthday. I just opened a card from my grandparents with $50.00 enclosed so I'm HAPPY!!! Woo!! HaHa. Anyways. I get to see my brother in 9 days! I can't wait. He's awesome! Anyways I'm outta here! Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: First God created man, then he had a better idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Happy Birthday To Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82768964?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82768964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82768964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82768964' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82710513</id><published>2002-10-08T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T18:51:46.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I've been bored since I got home, about 5 minutes ago. Anyways. Another one of my friends blocked me so now I have two people that blocked me. That's just dandy. Oh well, that's ok. Tomorrow is my birthday. I get my permit! Woo Hoo! Yay! HaHa. I can't wait. I'm about to die to get it.  Anyway. I don't have much to say so I'm gonna get off. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Tomorrow tomorrow I love you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Things I'll Never Say - Avril&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82710513?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82710513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82710513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82710513' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82663118</id><published>2002-10-07T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T20:36:04.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, yesterday couldn't have been any worse. One of my friends wrote this e-mail that totally freaked me out. It sounded like she was telling everybody goodbye or something. I dunno but it scared the crap out of me. I was crying for a while then when I went to bed, I like cried myself to sleep. I was so worried that they were going to kill or hurt themself. This person is one of my best friends and it would hurt me dearly to see her hurt or anything of that nature. Luckily she didn't do anything that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cool. School was, well just school. Afterwards I went to the driving range and hit some golf balls then I went to my brothers JV soccer game. They lost 3-1 but they played a whole lot better then they had been.  Oh well. I better go. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:  There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Can I Holla - Lil Bow Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82663118?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82663118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82663118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82663118' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82599659</id><published>2002-10-06T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T14:13:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church was interesting today. My preacher had this awesome sermon. I actually understood it. It was about how people cheat, steal, and kill but yet we all think it's ok. He said the Palestinians get on buses to blow them up but they think that's ok they had to do that. Then Israelis drop bombs over apartment complexes and kill thirty people but they think it's ok because they needed to kill that one. They need to know it's not ok to kill people. Nobody deserves to die like that. We're all humans we deserve life. Then he talked about how us Americans take things for granted like life or being able to live in a country as great as the United States of America. We don't realize how lucky we are. We could live in Afghanistan and have to go through the hell they go through. Here in America we are truly lucky but we don't know or realize it. I totally agreed with his sermon. We cheat, steal and kill and yet we think it's ok and it's not. God still loves us and it's like we take his love for granted. Maybe I'm wrong, if I am that's ok but this is what I'm thinking right now. I agreed with everything he had to say and right now my faith in the Lord is more important than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: I pay no attention to numbers; what matters is the people. I rely on one. There is only one: Jesus. - Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: No More Drama - Mary J Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any comments e-mail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82599659?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82599659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82599659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82599659' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82540601</id><published>2002-10-04T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T22:25:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored!!!! Ahhh! haha. Anyways today was cool. The soccer team probably won, when I left it was 3-0 but the JVs lost 3-1. I'm talking to Chris right now, tomorrow we're going to meet at Apple Fest so we can hang out. It'll be fun, I hope. Haha. Anyways I'm really tired, I dunno why. I'm always tired. The person I'm in a fight with still won't unblock me but that's alright. If he wants to do that he can, I mean I have no choice on what he does. I just wish he'd unblock me. Oh well. I'm outta here. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: No quote right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Ruff Ryders Anthem - Ruff Ryders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:BlogOut(&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;DisplayCounts(&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82540601?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82540601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82540601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82540601' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82531601</id><published>2002-10-04T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T16:52:12.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya'll should be proud of me, two days of blogging in a row! Woo! Go me!! HaHa. Anyways. The person I am fighting with is still mad at me. I care but I don't if you get what I'm saying. It's not worth the hassle right now. I have a lot of stuff in my mind at this point in my life. He's cool and all I guess but it isn't worth it. Anyway, our JV football team won last night! They are 2-0. We have an awesome offense and probably some of the best runningbacks of conference for JVs. They are unstoppable really. They're so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to basketball. Our try-outs are in 24 days and our first game in 37! You have NO IDEA how much I am looking forward to playing basketball again. It's like my life, I can't wait. I want to be able to play with Aimee, Laura, Sarah, Evelyn, and all of them again. They are awesome. My former AAU coach is the JV coach so I'm happy!! HaHa. Well I'm off to the soccer game. Bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: ..dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Basketball by Lil Bow Wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82531601?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82531601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82531601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82531601' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82461458</id><published>2002-10-03T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T07:16:28.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past days have been pretty eventful. Our football team lost to North, the suckiest football team ever, on Monday so now I say we're the suckiest football team ever. We should've beaten the crap out of them but typically we didn't. Anyway, I've had golf like every day of the week and yesterday, a day when we didn't have golf, I had to go to conditioning and run field times! It about killed me. I don't know whether I would've made the basketball team or not with the times I made but I thought I did pretty good, for a freshman. Let's see. I've gotten in a fight with a "friend'' but this time I don't care. It was pretty stupid up until the part when I started getting insulted so I dissed right back and now we hate each other. I honestly don't care though. Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: School Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Can I Holla - Lil Bow wow and Young Steff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82461458?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82461458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82461458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82461458' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82170899</id><published>2002-09-26T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T20:38:57.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so dumb right now. One of my "friends" like won't talk to me much and I got so pissed earlier. I told another one of my friends that I just wish they'd come up to me and say hey instead of going where's so and so. Now I think I'm just being stupid, I don't know. If I'm not then I just want to know why I feel that way. It really sucks. Oh well, I'll survive I guess. HaHa. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Quote of the Day: I'm tired. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Just a Friend - Mario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82170899?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82170899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82170899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82170899' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82163361</id><published>2002-09-26T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T17:24:02.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood:: Lost, Confused&lt;br /&gt;Darn, the golf match scheduled today got cancelled because of that dang tropical storm Isidore or whatever. I was like no!!!!!! HaHa. It's cool though. I talked to Chris for a few minutes earlier at school. Nothing important we just talked about stuff. Dang, I think one of my friends is having troubles because of pressure from friends and her parents. I don't know what to do she talked about cutting her wrist. It's the same person that did it a week or so ago. I don't know what's going on with her. She acts perfectly normal at school then you read that and it's like WHOA. What's going on? I don't know. One of my friends is going to talk to her I think, I hope. *shrug* I don't know. This is out of my league so I'm totally lost on what to do. It's ok though. I'm just going to go now. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: All I know about money matters is that money matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: No More Drama - Mary J Blige    - that's how I'm feeling right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82163361?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82163361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82163361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82163361' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-82060708</id><published>2002-09-24T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T17:15:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see here. It's been a while since I've blogged but that's ok. I have a boyfriend right now, his name is Chris Steele. I even went to the Homecoming Dance with him. It was awesome. I danced with Chris like every song. It was so much fun. The music was ok but not great. The worst part was leaving. Time flew by too fast. I wish it had never ended but it did so you know. HaHa. What really made me mad was when one of my friends started like making fun of how I danced, they said something I didn't believe but whatever they want to think. The people who made homecoming court shocked me. The only one I liked was Robin the rest I was like why do they have to represent us? They aren't who I want representing us. I wish Laura, Erin, and Shanea had won but I guess you don't get everything you want in life. I wish basketball would start, though, November 1st seems like a million years away. Dang I really hope we go undefeated all season long, I really think we can. We probably have the best 5 starters in the conference I'd say. I won't say who they are because my opinion is different than what people would think. It's not Woodward's starters, it's a little bit different. But anyways. I better go to Eagle League practice. Talk to ya later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Keep it simple, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: No More Drama - Mary J Blige&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-82060708?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82060708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/82060708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82060708' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-81847670</id><published>2002-09-19T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T20:49:59.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly happy!!!!!!! We had another home golf match today and we won!! We beat a team we hadn't beat all season long. It was so dang awesome!!! Geez I'm hyper. HaHa. No golf practice tomorrow so I get to decorate the office for homecoming which is next week. Me and my friend Aimee are going to be twins for twin day. It's going to be so awesome. I'm not going to say anything except we're going to be the best twins. HaHa. Well I gotta go. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: An error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Just a Friend - Mario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-81847670?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81847670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81847670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81847670' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-81744664</id><published>2002-09-17T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T19:17:06.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn it. I would've posted yesterday but right before I clicked the button my computer shut down. I would've had two days in a row - a miracle!! HaHa. Anyways, last night one of my friends freaked me out. On her blog it said something that really worried me. It was about her cutting her wrist and I was like freaked out she would do it again. She insists it's because of an anniversary of her cousin's miscarriage but you know. Anyways. I'm bored out of my mind. I guess I'll just go back to playing a lame game. Peace out homie. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Rather be safe then sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Basketball by Lil Bow Wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-81744664?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81744664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81744664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81744664' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-81647120</id><published>2002-09-15T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T20:13:31.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have blogged yesterday but I was busy, yet again. I had basketball all day basically then Hoops and Dreams all day today. It was a lot of fun. I played really well considering it was my first time. Driver's Ed. ends tomorrow as long as I pass which I should. I'm so glad, I hate it. It's really boring and stupid. September 11, 2002 was difficult but not as bad as I thought it would be. The assembly was really cool except for a friend muttering that it was a "Christian only thing". That really made me mad. I was like no it's not, not everything they said had to do with the Lord. That's ok. I'm going to go now. It's time for the shower. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Never give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Basketball by Lil Bow Wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-81647120?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81647120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81647120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81647120' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-81429401</id><published>2002-09-10T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T20:36:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been forever since I've blogged but I've been really to busy. Let's see. In my first two golf matches I played really well. The first one I was in the top four on my team and the second one I was first on my team. It was awesome. Also I don't think I love Mic anymore. It's strange. Once I really got adjusted to high school I found some guys that are really cool. I haven't broken it to him yet and I won't until later. I'm not sure when. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of September 11, 2001. I think it'll be really hard on me. I was sitting here a few minutes ago, thinking about it and I started crying. I couldn't help it, I was finally letting my emotions go. I had basically held them in for a year and I finally let them go. I feel better now but I'm really sad about the attacks on our nation. I can remember every moment that day. I was in Mrs. Kilby's 2nd period class when Mrs. Bush came over the intercom and told us that the World Trade Centers had been struck by planes. Everybody in our class like freaked and we turned on the TV. We watched until 3rd period then we switched classes. I remember going in there and watching TV and seeing Mrs. German cry. It was really sad. We watched all class period then we went to Mrs. Stancil's class and she made us do work. She said,"We won't find out anymore today." Then when I got home I just watched the news all day. It was really sad, probably the saddest day of my life. I don't know how I managed. I don't know what else to say. Tomorrow will probably really depressing but I think I can manage. I better go. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: God Bless America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: God Bless America by Jump5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-81429401?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81429401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/81429401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81429401' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956758</id><published>2002-08-31T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:59:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://quiz.sereine.net/" target="_win"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quiz.sereine.net/img/snickers.gif" alt="You're Snickers!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; You're a classic. You're popular. What else could you ask for? Maybe a taste in music, but that's up to you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956758?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956758' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956639</id><published>2002-08-31T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:52:50.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerheads.com/mash_quiz/" target="mash"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerheads.com/mash_quiz/images/mash_father_mulcahy.jpg" width="205" height="95" border="0" alt="Click here to take the M*A*S*H quiz!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerheads.com/mash_quiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956639?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956639' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956590</id><published>2002-08-31T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:49:52.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/gamma" target="_blank" style="border: none"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daydreamings.com/gamma/kirsten.jpg" width=300 height=110 alt="I am an alpha!" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you an &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/gamma" target="_blank"&gt;alpha, beta, or gamma&lt;/a&gt; girl?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956590?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956590' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956526</id><published>2002-08-31T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:48:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank" style="border: none"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney/small_belle.gif" width=300 height=80 alt="I am Belle!" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank"&gt;Disney Princess&lt;/a&gt; are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956526?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956526' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956425</id><published>2002-08-31T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:41:22.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gaijindesign.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi/yoda.jpg" width="285" height="123" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;:: how jedi are you? ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956425?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956425' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956319</id><published>2002-08-31T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:36:35.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://spacefem.com"&gt; &lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/annoying/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/annoying/affiliate.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956319?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956319' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80956220</id><published>2002-08-31T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:31:35.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see it's been like 4 days since I've blogged. I've really been busy but that's ok. I talked to Mic on the phone the other day. He said they had to delete his screen name because something was messing up the computer but he'll get another one soon. We talked for like 30 minutes which is good considering it was on the phone and we live in different time zones. Anyways. People are begging me to go to homecoming but I really doubt I will. One reason is I wouldn't have anybody to go with and another is I don't know if I would have fun or not. I don't know if I would be miserable because I wouldn't have my boyfriend there. I'll figure it out, I suppose. Well anyway. I don't know what to say except school is going really well. I passed two tests in English which is great. I really need to get an "A'' in that class. Well I'm just gonna go now. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: If you never try you'll never succeed. - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Papa Don't Preach - Kelly Osbourne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80956220?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80956220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80956220' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80789503</id><published>2002-08-27T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T15:57:28.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now It's been way too long since I've blogged. Well to update you I talked to Mic Saturday night. Then on Sunday I tried to e-mail him and it said his screen name no longer existed. I was like "Ahhh!! NO!!!" but I've gotten one of the Kauffmans to find out what's going on. But anyways. Nothing much is going on. I'm just busy with golf, school, and trying to socialize with my friends. It's hard! HaHa. I love high school though. There's so much more freedom than in middle school. It's awesome. Anyways. I don't know what to say. I guess I'll just go now. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Boredom Sucks - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Out of my Heart (Into Your Head) - BBMak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80789503?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80789503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80789503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80789503' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80655741</id><published>2002-08-24T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T11:21:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez, I think I really have been too busy. If I don't have golf, I have to go to Thomas's soccer game. Then when I get home I have to do homework. It seems like some nights I just can't get online long enough to blog. But anyways. I talked to Mic last night. He's back in Minnesota - yay! I'll call him whenever I get a chance. I really do think I'm in love with him. I just can't stop thinking about him - if you haven't noticed. Let's see. What else can I talk about. Oh one of my friends is mad at me. I told you it's really stupid. They get mad at me for nothing but I'll survive. He's changed or something, or maybe it's me. I don't know. Right now I'm probably being mean to my friends but there's some crap going on in my life that is making me like that. I really don't mean to be mean it's just like no!!! HaHa. Well I'm going to go. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Evelyn for President!! - I'm her campaign manager. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: If I'm Not the One - NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL&amp;L!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80655741?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80655741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80655741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80655741' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80546656</id><published>2002-08-21T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T21:08:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I finally got an email from Mic. He's doing pretty good, he's in Arizona right now. I wish he would go back to Minnesota so I could call him but that's ok. I just found out that when I left Minnesota the Kauffmans were hurting just as bad as I was. That's reassuring but it's a really sucky feeling. I really didn't want to leave them. I've written like 11 poems now since I left. That's funny considering the face I NEVER write poems. All of my poems, though, are about Mic or my love for Mic. I guess I really am in love. The past two days I have cried because I miss him so much. Oh well. Thomas, my twin brother, had a soccer game today in which I went to. They lost 2-0 but it was against a tough team. He played OK not his best though. Well I'm just going to go before I write about Mic even more. *giggle*. See ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd &lt;br /&gt;be at the bottom to catch them. - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of the Moment: Papa Don't Preach - Kelly Osbourne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80546656?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80546656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80546656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80546656' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80497256</id><published>2002-08-20T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T19:42:18.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, it seems like all my friends are getting mad at me for lame reasons. I mean everybody's ganging up on me. It sucks so much. I don't get why I mean am I being moody or do they just not like me anymore? I don't know what to think about it. It's upsetting. There's only a couple that don't seem so moody. I'm not going to say any names though. It's like they don't, like, understand me anymore. I don't know what to think or do. I might just be imagining things but whatever. I got pictures of Mic today. He looks so good in the pictures but even better in real life. Sometimes I wish I could runaway to Minnesota just to be with him, but I can't. It sucks so bad. It kills me knowing we live so far apart. Geez, this is going to be a long post but I just have so many feelings right now.  I don't know. Well I'm going to go. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: If you're trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I've had them; everybody has had them. But obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it. - Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Without Me - Eminem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80497256?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80497256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80497256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80497256' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80451516</id><published>2002-08-19T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T20:16:49.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I'm depressed. Maybe I should stop listening to "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith. It reminds me of that last night I had with Mic. It just makes me miss him so much. And I keep remembering the last time I saw him. I was laying down in the bed because he told me to go to sleep and my hand was falling out of his hand. Then he walked out and I started crying. It made me so sad to see him go because I knew it would be a while before I could see him again. I don't mind thinking about him it's just it can be depressing. At least I know I've found somebody I truly love. I hope this hasn't depressed anybody. Sorry if it has!!! Well I'm just going to go. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: American by Birth... Clemson Tiger by the Grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80451516?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80451516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80451516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80451516' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80407140</id><published>2002-08-18T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T20:58:20.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was yet another boring day. I did nothing except stay online, go to the YMCA, and go to Holly's house for 15-20 minutes.  We just talked for a while then I had to leave. I haven't talked to Mic since yesterday but that seems like forever to me. I really think I'm in love with him because I can't live without him. He means more to me then almost anything. I can't wait until next summer, I hope I'll get to see him before then though. Well I'm going to go now because I don't have much to say. I'll post again tomorrow. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I'll be your slave for a day." - Zack Byrd to me&lt;br /&gt;Yay I get a slave. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80407140?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80407140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80407140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80407140' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80360294</id><published>2002-08-17T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T12:10:01.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I didn't have time to post yesterday either. Geez, I'm so busy!! Actually I was at Holly's house and I was going to spend the night until she tripped and broke her ankle. That sucked so bad. I felt so sorry for her!! But she's doing ok I guess. I would have to say that sleepover was the saddest and suckiest one we've had yet!  I went from a bad thing to a good thing yesterday though. After I got home from the hospital I got online. And guess who got on like thirty minutes later?? Mic!! I got to talk to him and him and I are now dating! I love him so much. He's leaving for Arizona today and will be back in a werek but I'll get to talk to him online when he's there which is cool. Well I'm going to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Mess with me I will kick your a**, mess with my friends I will kick your a**, mess with my family I will KILL you, so in short DON'T mess with me.. and you will make it through life juuuust fine. - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80360294?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80360294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80360294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80360294' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80298246</id><published>2002-08-15T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T21:05:37.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't have time to post yesterday. I got real busy with homework and such, you know how it is. I talked to Mic again yesterday which is very good. He's apparently going to Arizona but he doesn't know why. That I don't understand but whatever. I kept having this thought that maybe he was really coming here but that wouldn't happen I don't think. I keep wishing but I don't believe I'm that lucky. It seems like forever since something good happened to me but I don't know. I'm just going to go. I'm not in a great mood and I don't want to be all moody and stuff. HaHa. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "As athletes, we're used to reacting quickly. Here, it's 'come, stop, come, stop.' There's a lot of downtime. That's the toughest part of the day." - the one and only Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: God Bless the U.S.A. by Jump5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80298246?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80298246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80298246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80298246' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80206448</id><published>2002-08-13T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T19:28:16.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, darn, I forgot to post yesterday. My bad. To catch you up I made the golf team at WCHS!!! I am so happy!! A lot of my older friends are on the team which is awesome. Only four people go to the away tournaments and I probably won't be one of those four but that's ok. Sometime this week I'm going to call Mic. Just whenever I find a chance. Oh jeez, I really think I'm in love with him. He's all I can think about and he means more to me than any other guy. He's just so important to me. He's more than awesome. I can't explain what he is I just know I love him with all my heart and even more than that. I bet my friends are seriously tired of hearing about him but I can't help it. Well I better go. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Nobody will love you the way I do." - ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Dilemma - Nelly and Kelly Rowland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80206448?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80206448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80206448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80206448' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80117103</id><published>2002-08-11T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T21:22:52.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, I'm bored and tired. I haven't done a thing today and somehow that's made me tired. I talked to Mic earlier but not for too long. That's ok. I talk and think about him all the time and I bet my friends are getting tired of it. I just can't help it. I love him so much. But whatever. My mom's downstairs painting. It's supposed to be white but it turned out yellow. HaHa. I better go. Food calls. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: Another day is going by, I'm thinking about you all the time. But you're out there and I'm here waiting. This could be the one last chance to make you understand! I'd do anything just to hold you in my arms..." - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80117103?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80117103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80117103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80117103' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80084516</id><published>2002-08-10T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T22:33:37.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I discovered something today. I'm obsessed with Mic. He's all I talk about and the only one I think about. He means so much to me. I love him so much. At least I met him. Let's see. Today was pretty boring. I stayed online most the time but I did go play golf earlier today. I played pretty good despite losing 3 balls - 2 of them on the first hole. Now Holly is telling me Aretha Franklin rocks but I don't believe her. She is a strange person but she's cool. Anyways, I better go. Mic's talking to me so I better talk back. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I hope life isn't a joke, because I don't get it." - Jack Handy, SNL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: All my Life - K Ci and Jo Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80084516?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80084516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80084516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80084516' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80051440</id><published>2002-08-09T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T22:19:39.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, today was boring. I went to school and of course I have homework, Mrs. Bentley decided to give us some. It should be easy considering this will be my second time I'm taking Algebra. The first time I passed but my mom wants me to retake it to make sure I fully comprehend it. Oh right now I'm watching Behind Enemy Lines. It's a pretty good movie, it has some disturbing parts though. It's been a long and boring day. I don't know what to say now. Holly is trying to convince me that typing random letters is fun but I disagree. I talked to Mic again today. We talked for an hour to an hour in a half, I guess. I really don't think I could live without his love. He means more to me than I even know it. I love him so much. Well I better go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Never give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Basketball by Lil Bow Wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80051440?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80051440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80051440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80051440' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-80006131</id><published>2002-08-08T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T21:26:22.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talked to Mic earlier. We talked for about an hour. It was so good to talk to him. I miss him so much and he made my trip to Minnesota last week even more special. He is definately one of a kind. Anyways on to school. Today was the first day of school. It was boring and they gave us homework. Yuck!!! I'm just going to describe my teachers real quick.&lt;br /&gt;Coach Lawson: World History - 1st Period. He's one of my favorite teachers. He's hilarious and just an all-around nice guy. I'm so glad I have him.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Taylor: English 1/Honors/Ag - 2nd Period. She's pretty nice. I think she's going to assign a lot of homework but that's expected since it is AG. Other than that I think she's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Baker: Environmental Science - 3rd Period. He's pretty cool. He talks funny though. He makes class sound like fun even though he may not truly mean it. At least we don't have an EOC!!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bentley: Algebra 1 - 4th Period. She's like the coolest teacher. She's really funny and nice. And the best part is she explains things really well. She's definately awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my teachers are pretty cool. Mr. Baker will probably be my least favorite. I've heard some stuff about him that's not good but at least Environmental Science sounds like fun. Well I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: To Mic: "I can't imagine life without your love" - ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-80006131?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80006131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/80006131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80006131' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-79960628</id><published>2002-08-07T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T21:14:39.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another boring day goes by. I did absolutely nothing except workout this morning. I had to get up at 5:30 and that was supposed to be my last day to sleep in. It about killed me getting up that early. I suppose it was worth it though. I haven't talked to Mic since the 5th - which sucks. I keep getting e-mails from him which is awesome. I can't wait for school to start tomorrow. It'll be so much fun being around my friends again. They are awesome. Golf try-outs are the 13th and I'm still trying to decide whether to try-out or not. I'm really not that good but the seniors who play varsity are trying to convince me to play. I guess I have to figure out what I'm going to do pretty quickly. Sucks for me. HaHa. Well I better get going. Mom might get mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed." - Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dilemma - Nelly and Kelly Rowland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-79960628?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/79960628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/79960628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79960628' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-79915906</id><published>2002-08-06T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T21:27:14.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, today was boring. I had Freshmen Orientation this morning which was cool because I saw most of my friends. I have some classes with them but not enough. I haven't talked to Mic all day which makes me sad. I love him with all my heart. He is really special to me. That's ok though. I can't believe school starts in just two days. It seems like the summer just started yesterday. My high school years will probably go that fast even if I don't want them too. Time will never cease even if we wish it would. I don't know what to say. I don't have a lot on my mind today. It's been pretty boring today. Maybe I should just stop for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "You don't play against opponents, you play against the game of basketball." - Bobby Knight&lt;br /&gt;Music Playing: Basketball by Lil Bow Wow&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-79915906?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/79915906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/79915906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79915906' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685447.post-79863937</id><published>2002-08-05T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T21:11:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Minnesota!!!!! It was awesome. The weather was great - not too hot not too cold. Except on Saturday night. It stormed really bad. The lightning was weird looking too. It went sideways not up and down. That was strange. HaHa. I met this amazing guy though. His name is Mic. He was the coolest guy I've ever met. We had pillow fights and just a whole lot of fun. It's also a plus that he's one of the cutest guys ever. Oh I'm amusing myself again. I really should stop. Maybe I should stop before I wind up rolling down my driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school starts Thursday. I guess I'm glad it starts. I miss all my friends, yes, I even miss you a little bit Holly, Rachel, and Emily. Basketball season will start in the fall. I'll probably be playing JV along with all the freshmen basketball players. I can't wait for the season to start. Everybody says West will be tough but we can beat them. I expect we will go undefeated in our conference, if not all season long. West has never had an awesome team so I'm not expecting much from them. Maybe I should be. The season will probably end too quickly but at least after this year I'll have 3 more seasons. I hope to play varsity next year and maybe a little this year but you never know who will transfer in. In the spring, I will be in Concert Band. I am really looking forward to it. I don't think there are many of my friends in the class but I guess I'll have to survive. There won't be too much going on in the spring for me except for more basketball. Basketball is pretty much year round for me. I don't mind at all. I love playing more then anything in the world. I hope this year we can make it to State, but that's far away and we have a lot to work on. Sometime in there, I hope to visit the Kauffmans and Mic again. They mean so much to me. School should be fun and I'll be hard at work yet again. That's ok, I really don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way Holly I'm copying you down here at the bottom so deal with it then get over it ok? Aren't you glad I'm so nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I can accept failure, but I can't accept not trying."  - Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3685447-79863937?l=freckle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/79863937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3685447/posts/default/79863937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freckle.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79863937' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17019619808942371254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
