<?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-8451865714901739737</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:29:05.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iStudents - Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the Life section of iStudents.com. Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-6753482800297733707</id><published>2008-05-07T19:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:31:33.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrFiZgSfl58/SCI7RqWvj5I/AAAAAAAABbY/ERT2V0PEDrI/s1600-h/11aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrFiZgSfl58/SCI7RqWvj5I/AAAAAAAABbY/ERT2V0PEDrI/s200/11aa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197782094552469394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you guys should remember this from our trip. And here is a link to a video from a person in marathon (sombrero beach) who got a video of it. It is called a sun halo, caused by ice crystals. &lt;a href="http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-16983"&gt;http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-16983&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-6753482800297733707?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6753482800297733707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=6753482800297733707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6753482800297733707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6753482800297733707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-you-guys-should-remember-this-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Smallfry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/Smallfry918/RxPDkHzA1FI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h2lSfHG0YR4/HPIM6087.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xrFiZgSfl58/SCI7RqWvj5I/AAAAAAAABbY/ERT2V0PEDrI/s72-c/11aa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-6228062106445448988</id><published>2008-05-05T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:18:14.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinator quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://discoveryhealth.queendom.com/procrastination_short_access.html"&gt;http://discoveryhealth.queendom.com/procrastination_short_access.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 49; Kenzi got a 10 or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-6228062106445448988?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6228062106445448988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=6228062106445448988' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6228062106445448988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6228062106445448988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/procrastinator-quiz.html' title='procrastinator quiz'/><author><name>Ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-3750238150602546245</id><published>2008-05-05T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:38:02.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Update: the Revival Begins</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone! I am really sad to see iStudent wither away like this, so I am making it my OFFICIAL mission to revive iStudents, one page at a time! Here are some of my ideas to help bring iStudents Life page back to life again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We need stuff on here! Badly! This page suffers the most, because of lack of interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Personality analyzers! Are you a procrastinator? Want to find out your IQ? Post good sites for those quizzes here, then comment about your results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Having a really crappy day? Tell us about it and get our unlimited sympathy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On the other hand, really excited about an upcoming event? Just plain angry about the way your friend dissed you today? Rant and explode right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to save our iStudents! Nobody wants to see it die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-3750238150602546245?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3750238150602546245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=3750238150602546245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3750238150602546245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3750238150602546245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-update-revival-begins.html' title='Monday Update: the Revival Begins'/><author><name>Kenzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1971856028052401029</id><published>2008-04-04T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:42:05.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Birthday to all of you Aries! Sorry I didn't change the background earlier - I was busy and it just slipped my mind! Next time, when it's your sign and I don't change the page, please email me to remind me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't forget to leave a comment if you're an Aries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1971856028052401029?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1971856028052401029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1971856028052401029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1971856028052401029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1971856028052401029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/aries.html' title='Aries'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-6167856338234006762</id><published>2008-04-04T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:30:30.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do When You're Incredibly Bored, 1-25</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Throw a surprise party for yourself. Turn off all the lights, then turn them on and yell "Surprise!" Act shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Color outside the lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to grocery store in a bathrobe, slippers, and a towel around your head. Rubber ducky optional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Invent strange and unusual diseases with symptoms such as boils and welts, strange hacking sounds, change of skintone (bright pastels work best), dillusions, non-functioning limbs, etc). Then pretend you have them. Make sure they're highly contagious, then cough and lean on people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dress in a black cape and mask and pretend to be the Phantom of the Opera. Also good for most other musicals and superheros as well (knowledge of theme songs a great asset). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turette's syndrome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go up to a mall and conduct a survey using such questions as "What is your favorite smurf?", and "How many licks does is take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?", and "Which do you prefer: Original or Extra Crispy?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read backwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speak a foreign language while shopping. Ask lots of questions and act frustrated when they can't understand you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Glue money to the floor and watch people try to pick it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go up to a salesman and ask "May I help you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go into a building and set all the clocks ahead one hour (or behind, if you're really bold). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to a park bench and walk around it in a circle. If someone asks what you're doing, tell them that you are making the earth turn (SOMEone has to keep it going).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go door to door selling individual M&amp;amp;M's (or Post-It-Note pads, paper, grass samples, toothpaste, cereal-by-the-flake or gram, or anything else you think might be amusing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pretend to have a split personality. Maybe even three. Talk to yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While riding a bus, everytime the bus driver applies the brake, yell, "We're going to crash! We're all going to die!" and duck in the fetal position under your seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jam miniature marshmallows up your nose and sneeze them out. See how many you can do at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When someone says "Have a nice day," tell them you have other plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make a list of things to do that you've already done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fill out your tax forms using Roman Numerals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leaf through a "National Geographic" and draw underwear on the natives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pay your electric bill in pennies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drive to work in reverse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Polish your car with ear wax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Braid the hairs in each nostril. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;[Yes, I know this should be under Fun Stuff, but oh, well. Found on &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/makeup/6353/bored.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/makeup/6353/bored.html&lt;/a&gt; Meant to be for fun only.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-6167856338234006762?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6167856338234006762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=6167856338234006762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6167856338234006762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6167856338234006762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-to-do-when-youre-incredibly.html' title='Things to do When You&apos;re Incredibly Bored, 1-25'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-3213414657893658178</id><published>2008-03-24T17:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:41:45.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>Everybody loves personality quizzes, right?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link for one of my favorite ones: &lt;a href="http://www.personalityquiz.net/profiles/hrdepartment.htm"&gt;http://www.personalityquiz.net/profiles/hrdepartment.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz classifies you into a certain group of people. Take the test, and tell us what your score was! Here's the link for the rest of the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalityquiz.net/"&gt;http://www.personalityquiz.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, don't worry, I'm almost done. Here are some more personality quiz sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;http://similarminds.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthetests.com/"&gt;http://www.allthetests.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you &amp;hearts; 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-3213414657893658178?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3213414657893658178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=3213414657893658178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3213414657893658178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3213414657893658178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/personality-quizzes.html' title='Personality Quizzes!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660589931535119075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i53PGMBcN-M/SPIx8RZ98NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jbc5dnp_XVQ/S220/100_1535.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1656101319669165513</id><published>2008-03-08T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:20:31.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>What would you do if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had a million dollars?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You found someone's wallet that had more than a hundred dollars in it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were asked if you wanted to drink or smoke?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You witnessed a crime?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1656101319669165513?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1656101319669165513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1656101319669165513' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1656101319669165513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1656101319669165513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-3082521450952708923</id><published>2008-03-05T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:18:09.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calenders</title><content type='html'>ok i have posted 2 different versions of the birthdya calender at the bottom of the page.  please decide which one is better! i will delete the least popular one after a week.  if you have any sugestions regarding it, leave a comment or e-mail me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the first one is to big for where i have put it, but i will fix that later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-3082521450952708923?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3082521450952708923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=3082521450952708923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3082521450952708923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3082521450952708923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/calenders.html' title='Calenders'/><author><name>Ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1282653797388338476</id><published>2008-03-04T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:32:44.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries/Journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, you guys. Some of you might think that keeping a diary or journal is insane, but the truth is, it's probably the only thing keeping me sane right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our age, we are the most confused with life. What we want to be when we grow up, school, girls/guys, just life in general. For me, it was hard keeping track of all of my thoughts, and I had to let all my feelings out. I didn't want to do it on paper, in case my mom/dad/sister ever found it, so I created an online diary. It really helps when you have to let out all your feelings and organize your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, and I mean *guys*, I know you're most likely thinking that this is a girl thing to do, but the truth is, this can help you through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, most of us probably already keep a diary. I just find typing easier, which is why I use typing instead of a real diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot is probably the best way to have an online diary, because you can do all sorts of things to keep it absolutely private. You can change it so that only blog members can read it, make it so that it doesn't show up on your profile, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say this will keep you sane. For a life as crazy as mine, it definitely helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1282653797388338476?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1282653797388338476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1282653797388338476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1282653797388338476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1282653797388338476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/diariesjournals.html' title='Diaries/Journals'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8148637742414558272</id><published>2008-03-02T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:07:20.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology Backgrounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope you like the background we picked for Life! We - being Kenzi and I - decided that every month, we'll change the astrology sign to pick the date. How's that sound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, if you're a pisces, speak up now! We want to know! [If you'd like your birthdate - minus the year - displayed on iStudents - Life, please let Kenzi or Silly know.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8148637742414558272?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8148637742414558272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8148637742414558272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8148637742414558272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8148637742414558272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/astrology-backgrounds.html' title='Astrology Backgrounds'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-3841779727703846897</id><published>2008-02-22T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:34:16.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>"How are you different? Imagine you are in a room with 50 random strangers. List ten ways that you are PROBABLY different from every stranger in that room, then write a piece (poetry or paragraph) that celebrates those differences."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-3841779727703846897?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3841779727703846897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=3841779727703846897' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3841779727703846897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3841779727703846897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-7097432420940841607</id><published>2008-02-14T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:40:08.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is really scarry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAjuK3O7xwY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAjuK3O7xwY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-7097432420940841607?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7097432420940841607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=7097432420940841607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/7097432420940841607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/7097432420940841607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-really-scarry.html' title='This is really scarry...'/><author><name>Smallfry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://lh4.google.com/Smallfry918/RxPDkHzA1FI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h2lSfHG0YR4/HPIM6087.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-424363902262398230</id><published>2008-02-12T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:31:11.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wsfcs.k12.nc.us/education/components/album/default.php?sectiondetailid=54921&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=68382bedf6ec42bfaef2e8f708fc32ce"&gt;http://wsfcs.k12.nc.us/education/components/album/default.php?sectiondetailid=54921&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=68382bedf6ec42bfaef2e8f708fc32ce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a link to the site of the New Hanes dress code this year. Please write a letter of protest to Mr. Childers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep The wording civilized, get other people (adults, relatives) to write to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-424363902262398230?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/424363902262398230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=424363902262398230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/424363902262398230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/424363902262398230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/dress-code.html' title='Dress Code'/><author><name>Ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8637238671570132769</id><published>2008-02-02T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:12:07.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Blogging...</title><content type='html'>If you scroll down to the bottom of the Life page, you will see SillyVia's arcticle on blogging. Now, I know that many of your parents probably wouldn't like you having a blog on some sight that everyone can see. Or, maybe you'd like only a select few friends, or just yourself to see your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an AIM or AOL screename, you can use this blogging site. Here's the web adress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://red.blogs.aol.com/"&gt;http://red.blogs.aol.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blogging community made especially for teens. You can choose for your blog to be private(only you can see it), Semi-Private(people can only see it by invite, or Public(anyone in the world can see it.) There are a variety of blog styles that you can choose. Also, you can add polls, quizzes, clocks, tickers, viewers counters, photo albums, entries, and even more! Join AOL RED Blogs, a safe and friendly blogging community for teens, today! (Okay that was really cheesy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8637238671570132769?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8637238671570132769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8637238671570132769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8637238671570132769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8637238671570132769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-blogging.html' title='About Blogging...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660589931535119075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i53PGMBcN-M/SPIx8RZ98NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jbc5dnp_XVQ/S220/100_1535.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-5560413899399146635</id><published>2008-02-02T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:01:48.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>What are YOU doing this weekend? We want to know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-5560413899399146635?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5560413899399146635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=5560413899399146635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5560413899399146635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5560413899399146635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-7759018982684380423</id><published>2008-02-02T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:01:11.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>If you're ever at a lost for a good book to read - if you're a girl - I would suggest a Lauren Myracle book. Lauren Myracle writes books for teens and they're all really good, at least in my opinion! Her more popular books are 'ttyl', 'ttfn', and 'l8r, g8r'. Another good book by her would be, 'Rhymes With Witches. :-o Anyways, hope you enjoy these books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-7759018982684380423?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7759018982684380423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=7759018982684380423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/7759018982684380423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/7759018982684380423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-5251774538117129604</id><published>2008-02-02T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:58:40.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you seem to be getting blogs, which is cool! If you get one, you can post the site on iStudents! There are a few places to get blogs, Blogger/BlogSpot being one of them. If you ever need help, just type in 'Blogs' on google. I wouldn't reccomend a MySpace, though. Those can be dangerous if you share too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck if you get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-5251774538117129604?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5251774538117129604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=5251774538117129604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5251774538117129604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5251774538117129604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogs.html' title='BLOGS'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1863995642929465853</id><published>2008-01-29T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:06:36.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New BLOG</title><content type='html'>Just got a new blog. Check it out. It has info about me. Reveiws and othr stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://danceluvrsblog-laffattck.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://danceluvrsblog-laffattck.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danceluvrsblog-laattack.logspot./"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1863995642929465853?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1863995642929465853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1863995642929465853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1863995642929465853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1863995642929465853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blog_29.html' title='New BLOG'/><author><name>Laffattck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18039158225587352474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajOYWqPAGSI/STRlCr_F3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/8UuJ60PxsWc/S220/me+pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-5078459189876979410</id><published>2008-01-27T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:33:17.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dramaticalness of 7th Grade, Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday, January 14th, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Oh, great. A sub. She called out names, with a student correcting her every-so-often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Anderson, Bailey," the substitute called out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Here," Bailey said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Bailey was one of my friends, partly because she was best friends with one of my best friends, Josephina Williams. I call her Josie. I guess we were just automatically friends. After all, we were linked together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Knipe, Franchesca." No reply was heard. The substitute cleared her throat. "Knipe, Franchesca!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "What?" Frankie asked. She'd been gossiping with a girlfriend as usual. "Oh, right. Here! By the way, it's Frankie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     The substitute rolled her eyes and continued. Franchesca "Frankie" Knipe is one of 'The Four'. 'The Four' is what normal and unliked people call the four girls that are the only ones that guys like. Well, almost all of them. The other three girls are Michelle Flint, Amber Missoula, and Evangelina Tucson. They have that whole 'nice when they want to be' thing going on. I guess they're my friends - I'm friends with nearly everyone - but they can be mean to me, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Lee, Alexandra."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     That's me. But I prefer 'Alex'. "Here. But my name is Alex," I said to the sub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     She continued on with the list. "Messina, Erin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Here," Erin replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Erin is one of my best friends. I met her in the fifth grade. She had just moved here from Albany, so I welcomed her into my group of friends. She got along with everyone pretty well, but there were some difficulties near the end of sixth grade. But luckily, we resolved our dispute sometime in September, and we're friends again. BEST friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Sanders, McKayla."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     McKayla is in-between. She's nice, but she's linked to preppular people. She is also a very religious person. She believed in God - very strongly. I glanced at the clock. In six minutes, our fifty-five minute second period class would be over. The sub hadn't even finished the role yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Scranton, Luke."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Ew. Luke Scranton. Ew. He rides my bus and is one of the biggest pervs in the grade. He loves to annoy one of my best friends, Anabelle "Belle" Bonn. He had been in the Nutcracker Ballet with her, so she would call him a nutcracker - that was his role - just to bug him. Unfortunately, he would act as if she had called him a 'cracker' and then start calling her racist. That jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Valsosta, Elina."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Elina "Leenie" Valdosta is also one of my best friends. I have LOTS. But my number one best friend would have to be Christina "Chrissy" Bielefeld. Our friendship has lasted for almost five years. I can talk to her about everything. Guys, looks, preppulars, you name it. Next would have to be Belle. She came in the middle of third grade, and we've been best friends ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Just then, the bell rang. Our substitute had just finished taking the role for 26 people. How sad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I headed down the crowded hallway to my locker. Ugh.... Next was P.E. with Mrs. Harris. Today was going to be all about the wonders of the alcohol unit. Yippee! Not. I grabbed my gym bag, picked up my AEO purse/tote, and came face to face with... Andrew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***♥***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Andy Hall is a red-headed loser that is constantly asking me out. I knew what he was going to say, but I'd used mostof the excuses that I could already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Hello, Alex."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Andy." I nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "So, will you go out with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Oh, I'm sorry, Andy! But... I'm just not willing to turn lesbian for you." Woah. That was a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     He pretended to be hurt. "Ouch, Alex. That cut me deep. Hey, will you tell me when you break up with Danny?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied. Daniel "Danny" Joycer is my boyfriend. My second REAL boyfriend. Before Danny had been Parker Palermo. He turned every girl against him when I broke up with him, saying how he'd never liked me and other crap. Now, he wants to be friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     The rest of the school day went by pretty fast. Of course, that's what middle school is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     When I got home, the first thing I did was log onto my GMail account. I was instantly IMed by my friends Dylan Seacrest and Ty Canton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ssmallfry918&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; hillo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;livelaughlovealex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hola!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ssmallfry918&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ssmallfry918:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;livelaughlovealex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol, hi 2 u 2 dylan =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;livelaughlovealex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whats up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ssmallfry918:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nmjc hbu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;livelaughlovealex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im about to talk 2 ty. h/o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ssmallfry918:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ttyccantn77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;livelaughlovealex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ty!!! 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bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have signed out of GMail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I shut down the computer. Ty and Dylan are my best guy-friends. They're the coolest. My other best friends are Samantha "Sam" Macon, Belle, Erin, Leenie, Chrissy, AnnaMarie Evans, Claire Cantanzaro, Josie, Rana Patna, Leah Edwins, and Alice Richards. Katherine Fisher and Kayla "KK" Wuhu are my best friends out of school, as well as Gabriella "Gabby" Darbs. Katherine is my 5th-grader neighbor, and I've known KK since I was little. She's a year younger than me. Gabby is in the same grade as me, but she goes to a different school. She's on my swim team, which is how we met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I spend most of my time on the computer, but I aslso like reading. Lately, I've been reading a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I took a long shower and got ready for bed. Sleep doesn't come easily for me; there are always too many thoughts in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***♥***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     The rest of the week was basically same as always. I was eagerly anticipating Monday, though. We would be going on break because of MLK Jr. Day. I was going skating with Dylan, Ty, and Chrissy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-5078459189876979410?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5078459189876979410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=5078459189876979410' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5078459189876979410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5078459189876979410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/dramaticalness-of-7th-grade-chapter-one.html' title='The Dramaticalness of 7th Grade, Chapter One'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-2614251682926762660</id><published>2008-01-27T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:24:44.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>I got a[nother] new blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here: &lt;a href="http://love-your-life-livelaughlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥live♥laugh♥love♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-2614251682926762660?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2614251682926762660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=2614251682926762660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/2614251682926762660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/2614251682926762660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-6328770399348172955</id><published>2008-01-27T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:25:36.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this day was horrible nothing was going right, well maybe I should tell you what happened first .okay it all started when I woke up I was getting out of bed and my annoying kid brother had snuck in my room again and poured out all my perfumes and tried to make magical potions ( what a dork ),apparently he forgot to clean up his mess so I slipped on the perfumes and landed flat on my butt and I got perfume all over my favorite hello kitty pajamas . The worst part happened at school I was trying to open my locker it would not open I kept on trying and trying and trying it just wouldn’t nudge on the 15th try I finally realized that the locker I was trying to get open was actually Ashlee bennit the most popular and ,mean girl in the whole school the way I found out that it was her locker was that she was tapping on my shoulder and said “uh hum isn’t the ugly girls locker over there” . I was so frustrated that I was trying to open last years locker . I don’t even get why she said ugly girls locker I mean I am not ugly actually I have won 4 beauty pageants and one of the pageants was against Ashlee and I won ,I beat her . Probably she is still jealous and hates me for beating her .I hate when people hold grudges for so long that really gets under my skin .well back to my horrible day when I got home from school my mom apparently got a call from my principle and I got the longest and worst lecture ever ! Here’s what my mom said “ Danielle I cant believe you are failing algebra you never seem like your self anymore you used so sweet to all your teachers and you’d always bring home straight a’s now all you do is complain how you English teacher gives to much homework. She knows how much I hate being called Danielle all my friends just call me Danni . well the best part of my day was trying to go to bed which I really should get back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh what’s happening oh wait it was just a dream wow that was the worst nightmare ever .I had a dream that I was trying to open Ashlee bennits locker and then she told me that I was at the wrong locker. Um Danni I know you probably don’t want to hear this from your best friend but that wasn’t a dream that was reality . Oh Anna what will I do I will be the center of attention just because of my little incident . Ugh school stink’s I never want to go again ,well you have to or you’ll be a drop out and that would be worse than being the center of attention because then I will have no one to tell me which shirt looks the best on me . Well that’s right but ughhh I still hate school !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SoccerIsAwesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-6328770399348172955?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6328770399348172955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=6328770399348172955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6328770399348172955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6328770399348172955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-358462259687457751</id><published>2008-01-26T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:25:53.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was like any other day. As of course I was dragged from my heavenly, soft, delightful bed. I felt aching, tired, I had not gotten to bed last night till 11: 46 pm. I had to finish the essay that I had procrastinated so long. I didn't honestly care about them, frankly I wouldn't care if it passed for a -C, and I really didn't expect it to. So after dragging my self into the rainy, cold, and somber shower, I just sat there on the shower floor.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how up until now my life had been going down hill. I just let the water fall, not really caring that in five minutes a family member would bang on the door yelling for a turn. I pondered on how every thing seemed to go wrong for me, my grades had been flopping, friends were angry at me for some annoyed out burst that I had done. I only did it because it felt like they just kept asking and asking and asking for some thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough the thump on the shower wall came, and I changed and ventured out of the bath room to proceed in my dismal life. My parents were busily watching the news, and cleaning the stain off the floor from last night. I just silently got a piece of bread with butter and gathered up my things for school. I look at my binder, and sure enough I had forgotten my weekly essentials for the third week in a row. I didn't care, and I slumped it all into my back pack. I went to the door and sat on the freezing steps. My car pool would arrive in a few minutes. They always came at least five minutes late. I had been late for home room almost all that week.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought, just another bad thing on my list of troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-358462259687457751?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/358462259687457751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=358462259687457751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/358462259687457751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/358462259687457751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/insight.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>Kenzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-6136505831217557699</id><published>2008-01-22T13:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:15:56.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've decided to write a book! Yay!! Anyways, I'll have the first chapter on my old blog soon. Just go to &lt;a href="http://silly-girl-hearts-u.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silly Via's Page&lt;/a&gt;! [It's hyperlinked, just click on Silly Via's Page.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Silly♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-6136505831217557699?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6136505831217557699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=6136505831217557699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6136505831217557699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6136505831217557699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blog.html' title='My Blog!'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8661280990085645644</id><published>2008-01-17T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:09:14.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;iStudents rocks my socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those socks traveled to Utah from New York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, those socks were in a pretty box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That is why iStudents rocks my socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-SoccerisAwesome-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8661280990085645644?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8661280990085645644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8661280990085645644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8661280990085645644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8661280990085645644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8937780945824652670</id><published>2008-01-13T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:34:48.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are one of my friends you know why I'm posting this. I recently watched the movie, Titanic. It is a wonderful love story about Rose, a 1st class who is engaged, and Jake, a 3rd class artist who saved Rose's life. Their love is not allowed but they dont care. They save each others lifes during the sinking of the ship that, "Even God Can't Sink". This movie is captivating and amazing. Be careful there are some innapropriate scenes and a very tear jerking ending. If your like me you might want a box of tissues beside you while watching. This is n amazing movie that I definitly reccomend and give ******(6 stars out of five!!!!! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8937780945824652670?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8937780945824652670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8937780945824652670' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8937780945824652670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8937780945824652670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/titanic.html' title='Titanic'/><author><name>Laffattck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18039158225587352474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajOYWqPAGSI/STRlCr_F3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/8UuJ60PxsWc/S220/me+pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-9196073845123843951</id><published>2008-01-06T19:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:03:20.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Blog</title><content type='html'>Looking for some music to listen to? Come to my blog, Music is My Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music-is-my-everything-livelaughlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://music-is-my-everything-livelaughlove.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SiLLy ♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-9196073845123843951?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9196073845123843951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=9196073845123843951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/9196073845123843951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/9196073845123843951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-blog.html' title='Music Blog'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-6860338605417574120</id><published>2008-01-05T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:24:24.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Read?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you have no idea what to read? Then check out my blog - it's all about reading! Book reviews, author recommendations, it has it all! I try to update it as often as possible - that is every time I finish a book. Here's the adress. Just copy and paste it into your browser and go! Or click on it. I'm not sure how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://red.blogs.aol.com/sealhugger72/reading_reviews//"&gt;http://red.blogs.aol.com/sealhugger72/reading_reviews//&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-6860338605417574120?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6860338605417574120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=6860338605417574120' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6860338605417574120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/6860338605417574120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/wanna-read.html' title='Wanna Read?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11660589931535119075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i53PGMBcN-M/SPIx8RZ98NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jbc5dnp_XVQ/S220/100_1535.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8536373300049659162</id><published>2008-01-04T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:24:32.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The American favorite, American Idol, will start with an all new season on January 15th at 8pm. Dont miss the hilarious tryouts. Dont forget to vote (if your allowed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8536373300049659162?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8536373300049659162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8536373300049659162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8536373300049659162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8536373300049659162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Laffattck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18039158225587352474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajOYWqPAGSI/STRlCr_F3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/8UuJ60PxsWc/S220/me+pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1321449841061833719</id><published>2008-01-04T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:24:42.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some good songs:&lt;br /&gt;Love Song by Sarah Bareilles***** This is one of my favorite songs. It has good lyrics and a good tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush Crush Crsuh by Paramore***** I love this song. Its addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclone by Baby Bash**** This song makes you want to dance but it has a bad message and languege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band:&lt;br /&gt;My favorite band is Boys Like Girls *****&lt;br /&gt;I love all of their songs. They really know what they are doing and aren't like every artist out there. Check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1321449841061833719?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1321449841061833719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1321449841061833719' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1321449841061833719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1321449841061833719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/songs_04.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Laffattck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18039158225587352474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajOYWqPAGSI/STRlCr_F3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/8UuJ60PxsWc/S220/me+pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1566903105696031436</id><published>2008-01-04T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:24:51.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some books and my rating for them (the ratings are out of 5 stars):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper ***** This gripping book about a troubled family (one child has cancer antoher is sueing her parents and the last is a juvinile delinquent) is one of my favorite books personally. Be careful, before reading this book be sure you are okay with cussing and very sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Compass**** I have not yet finished this book but it has me gripped so far. A young goes on an adventure to another universe in order to find her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth, My Butt, and other Big Round Things**** This book is about a teenage dealing with the fact that she is overwight in a perfect skinny family. She is the outcast and the book shows you what she goes through. Its funny but also gets you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-List****If you thought you had it good think again. The story of a young hot and rich s in LA is very entertaining. Zoey goes to live with her dad and hooks up with a hot guy. She ends up getting confronted by this guys ex adn thats just the begining. This boook is a great for any . I didn't like its abrupt ending though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound* This is a book I dont reccomend to anyone. This story that takes placein China is.. well like The Good Earth if that tells you something. The book left me bored and confused. I give this book a very poor rating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1566903105696031436?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1566903105696031436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1566903105696031436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1566903105696031436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1566903105696031436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Laffattck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18039158225587352474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajOYWqPAGSI/STRlCr_F3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/8UuJ60PxsWc/S220/me+pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-5129998216348395812</id><published>2008-01-04T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:24:58.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveiws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok so me and silly both agree that not enough people are visiting the life section of the news paper. So from now on i will be doing reveiws of different things like for books movies, TV shows, games, and music. I hope you like them. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-5129998216348395812?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5129998216348395812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=5129998216348395812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5129998216348395812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5129998216348395812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/reveiwes.html' title='Reveiws'/><author><name>Laffattck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18039158225587352474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajOYWqPAGSI/STRlCr_F3ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/8UuJ60PxsWc/S220/me+pic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8359177259890004123</id><published>2007-12-19T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:03:24.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~ Scrambled  ~*~</title><content type='html'>Unscramble these basic phrases! Words or letters may be mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ache nad erh friedobyn rea hys lisly nuodra hoter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Hint... 1 word at a time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Het ryc fwol hironeccls ash on wen stops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Same as above...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;CHALLENGE! All of the letters in a famous phrase are combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botenboteroot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8359177259890004123?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8359177259890004123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8359177259890004123' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8359177259890004123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8359177259890004123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/scrambled.html' title='~*~ Scrambled  ~*~'/><author><name>Kenzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-1608324567974068637</id><published>2007-12-17T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:50:37.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so the Lyrics Contest didn't work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... Does anyone have &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;creativity? I mean, honestly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make another Daily feature. Currently, I have the News of the Weird going on. Hmmm... does anyone know what I could put in the Life section that'd be interesting? I was thinking maybe iTune's top 10 songs each week, or most watched on YouTube... do any of you have ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Move the News of the Weird here, and start some sort of daily feature about CURRENT news in the News section. (Boring...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;iTune's Top 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YouTube's Most Watched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anagrams or cryptograms of people's names (And you guess who they are...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay... I'm out of ideas. That cryptograms/anagram one was a bit of a stretch... What you do guys want to see?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-1608324567974068637?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1608324567974068637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=1608324567974068637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1608324567974068637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/1608324567974068637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-so-lyrics-contest-didnt-work.html' title='Okay, so the Lyrics Contest didn&apos;t work...'/><author><name>Kenzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-4044808914751107656</id><published>2007-12-01T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:16:37.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest Still Running!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Life section needs some sprucing up, don't you think? Hence, I decided to host a poetry contest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poetry? How boring. I mean, who cares about poetry? Ahem, people! This is no ordinary poetry! I am asking you to become a 'Weird' Al Yankovic II! (Don't know who he is? Just Google him.) This may even become an every-other-week thing. Where does poetry fit in? LYRICS! The lyrics of songs are filled with poetry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I am going to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -Display my obsession with lists (jk...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Each time this contest occurs, I will post a song title here. On Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-YOU will YouTube it, Google it, search the lyrics, ect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-YOU will then write a PARODY of the song! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Email it to me or give it to me at school. (Contact info at bottom.) -I will pick the cleverist, and they will get their lyrics posted as a mini-post on the side of the Life page. (------&gt; Over thereish...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I am looking for: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Appropriate-ness! No explicit language WHATSOEVER, appropirate topic, ect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Creativity! Give me something different! Something I'd never think of! (I do not want: cheese, llamas, pie, ect.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Rhyming! This is poetry, people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Something that stands out. We are HG, remember? Y'all are capable of this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The song I am doing for this round: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girlfriend, by Avril Lavigne! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You know... Hey, hey, you, you...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUMMERY: Write a parody of Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne. Give it to me. Hope to win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, people, get to typing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contact Info: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Email ~ &lt;a href="mailto:mmillican@triad.rr.com"&gt;mmillican@triad.rr.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Locker ~ 191, outside MrC's room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Location ~ MilkyWay Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kenzi-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-4044808914751107656?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4044808914751107656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=4044808914751107656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/4044808914751107656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/4044808914751107656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/contest-still-running.html' title='Contest Still Running!'/><author><name>Kenzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-7975517699568564884</id><published>2007-11-30T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:26:23.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy for a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed inVietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "Yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher."We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary"Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-7975517699568564884?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7975517699568564884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=7975517699568564884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/7975517699568564884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/7975517699568564884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-busy-for-friend.html' title='Too Busy for a Friend'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-8383915151913549949</id><published>2007-11-30T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T14:45:15.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them missed his bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's car wouldn't start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One went back to answer the telephone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One couldn't get a taxi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning. Took the various means to get to work. But before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone, all the little things that annoy me, I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated; God is at work watching over you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-8383915151913549949?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8383915151913549949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=8383915151913549949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8383915151913549949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/8383915151913549949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-941002236912225397</id><published>2007-11-27T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:13:35.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest! (Still going on...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Life section needs some sprucing up, don't you think? Hence, I decided to host a poetry contest!&lt;br /&gt;Poetry, you say? What a dismal idea. I mean, who cares about poetry?&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, people! This is no ordinary poetry! I am asking you to become a 'Weird' Al Yankovic II! (Don't know who he is? Just Google him.) This may even become an every-other-week thing. Where does poetry fit in? LYRICS! The lyrics of songs are filled with poetry!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;What I am going to do:&lt;br /&gt;-Display my obsession with lists (jk...)&lt;br /&gt;-Each time this contest occurs, I will post a song title here. On Life.&lt;br /&gt;-YOU will YouTube it, Google it, search the lyrics, ect&lt;br /&gt;-YOU will then write a PARODY of the song!&lt;br /&gt;-Email it to me or give it to me at school. (Contact info at bottom.)&lt;br /&gt;-I will pick the cleverist, and they will get their lyrics posted as a mini-post on the side of the Life page. (------&gt; Over thereish...)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;What I am looking for:&lt;br /&gt;-Appropriate-ness! No explicit language WHATSOEVER, appropirate topic, ect.&lt;br /&gt;-Creativity! Give me something different! Something I'd never think of! (I do not want: cheese, how much you hate [insert hated thing here], llamas, pie, ect.)&lt;br /&gt;-Rhyming! This is poetry, people.&lt;br /&gt;-Something that stands out. We are HG, remember? Y'all are capable of this!&lt;br /&gt;The song I am doing for this round:&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend, by Avril Lavigne!&lt;br /&gt;(You know... Hey, hey, you, you...)&lt;br /&gt;SUMMERY: Write a parody of Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne. Give it to me. Hope to win.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people, get to typing!&lt;br /&gt;Contact Info:&lt;br /&gt;Email ~ &lt;a href="mailto:mmillican@triad.rr.com"&gt;mmillican@triad.rr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locker ~ 191, outside MrC's room&lt;br /&gt;Location ~ MilkyWay Galaxy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kenzi-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-941002236912225397?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/941002236912225397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=941002236912225397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/941002236912225397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/941002236912225397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/contest-reposted-so-you-guys-would-read.html' title='Contest! (Still going on...)'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-5214042968682881021</id><published>2007-11-22T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:33:14.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As people grow older, they realize the little things that they really enjoyed doing are not as fun as they were when they were little. The traditions that have been done for your whole entire life seem boring and just not fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my house, we have this tradition, that we decorate Christmas sugar cookies every year. Last year, neither my brothers nor I really wanted to be bothered decorating cookies. My brothers wanted to be playing video games, and I was on the computer. Looking back on it, I feel sad that we did not participate in what used to be one of out favorite holday activities. My mom told us that she would not make sugar cookies to decorate. Knowing my mom, I doubt she will. I feel sad, that we would rather be doing stuff we could do everyday instead of spending time with our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I find myself wanting to be on the computer instead of with my family watching a movie or playing a board game. I would rather talk to my friends instead of spend time with family that I don't get to see very often. It makes me hurt indside that kids my age, would rather sit infront of a computer than spend time with people they love and who love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy new technolegy, but I feel that sometimes it puts us farther away from our family. With computers that do our every wish and video games getting more and more advanced, people find themselves spending more and more time sitting in front of moniters and TV screens. I feel this is a reason that America has as many obease people as it does. People can afford to sit for hours in front of television. If we would get more people spending time with thier families instead of sitting infront of computers and TVs, I think the world would take amazing leaps towards regaining peace between families and other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-5214042968682881021?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5214042968682881021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=5214042968682881021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5214042968682881021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5214042968682881021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/growing-older.html' title='Growing Older'/><author><name>Teazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699819062266458569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-2177883747469260739</id><published>2007-11-22T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:25:23.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all, I have a question for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What happened to when we were younger, and no one cared about suicide, weight, looks, makeup, popularity, etc.??? Why can't life just be that simple anymore? When there was no Aeropostale, Abercrombie, Hollister, or American Eagle? When you just went shopping at places your mom dragged you to. When you just ate what you wanted to, and didn't care about dieting? When you thought you had a wonderful life, and you had no need for thoughts about dying? What happened to the time when you didn't care about TV channels like MTV? I have no idea, but when you have an anser to that, please share your thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And now, my review of yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Two of my friends were recently in a disagreement, and friend number one decided that they could be acquantances, but nothing else. Friend number two is now sad because she knows that friend number one won't invite her to her birthday party, and will start talking about how cool it was to her face and make her feel bad. Well, that's not what's ticking me off. I have an AIM screenname, and my parents are taking it away from me. This is the last weekend I'll be able to have it. Why? Because friend number one had to call me 18 times in a row. I didn't pick up, of course. I can't answer the phone when my parents aren't home, and friend number one knew that. Yet, she still called. Because she knew I was home 'cause I was logged onto AIM, my mom feels that my AIM is responsible for that. Therefore, I am completely and totally ticked off at friend number one because she didn't get the meaning of 'can't talk right now', 'stop calling me!', 'don't call', or 'stop'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-2177883747469260739?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2177883747469260739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=2177883747469260739' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/2177883747469260739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/2177883747469260739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/journal-entry-1.html' title='Journal Entry #1'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-2521451934779082235</id><published>2007-11-19T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:31:04.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest! Contest! Read all about it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Life section needs some sprucing up, don't you think? Hence, I decided to host a poetry contest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poetry, you say? What a dismal idea. I mean, who cares about poetry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahem, people! This is no ordinary poetry! I am asking you to become a 'Weird' Al Yankovic II! (Don't know who he is? Just Google him.) This may even become an every-other-week thing. Where does poetry fit in? LYRICS! The lyrics of songs are filled with poetry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I am going to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Display my obsession with lists (jk...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Each time this contest occurs, I will post a song title here. On Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-YOU will YouTube it, Google it, search the lyrics, ect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-YOU will then write a PARODY of the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Email it to me or give it to me at school. (Contact info at bottom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I will pick the cleverist, and they will get their lyrics posted as a mini-post on the side of the Life page. (------&gt; Over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thereish&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I am looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Appropriate-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;! No explicit language &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHATSOEVER&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appropirate&lt;/span&gt; topic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Creativity! Give me something different! Something I'd never think of! (I do not want: cheese, how much you hate [insert hated thing here], llamas, pie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Rhyming! This is poetry, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Something that stands out. We are HG, remember? Y'all are capable of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The song I am doing for this round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girlfriend, by Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You know... Hey, hey, you, you...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUMMERY: Write a parody of Girlfriend by Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give it to me. Hope to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, people, get to typing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contact Info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Email ~ &lt;a href="mailto:mmillican@triad.rr.com"&gt;mmillican@triad.rr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Locker ~ 191, outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MrC's&lt;/span&gt; room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Location ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MilkyWay&lt;/span&gt; Galaxy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-2521451934779082235?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2521451934779082235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=2521451934779082235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/2521451934779082235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/2521451934779082235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/contest-contest-read-all-about-it.html' title='Contest! Contest! Read all about it!'/><author><name>Kenzi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-3941255661949740793</id><published>2007-11-14T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:54:02.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of the Studio #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the 13th of November ..... and nothing was going right. Everyone seemed to be having bad luck!&lt;br /&gt;-One dancer could barely move her arm due to recent shots.&lt;br /&gt;-Another was out because she had just left the hospital from an infection in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;-My teacher's partner broke a lightbulb during their rehearsel. (Don't Ask.)&lt;br /&gt;-My partner hurt his toe going down into a kneel.&lt;br /&gt;-The lady who works in the studio store's cat died. Poor Kitty! (Moment of Silence)&lt;br /&gt;-My other teacher had a broken toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it bad luck.......or was it the thirteenth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BalletDancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-3941255661949740793?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3941255661949740793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=3941255661949740793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3941255661949740793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/3941255661949740793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/stories-of-studio-2.html' title='Stories of the Studio #2'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-850101122260789710</id><published>2007-11-13T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:51:19.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of the Studio #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You might know me as Maggie. It's such a boring, general name. But my life at the dance studio is quite different from that.&lt;br /&gt;The facts about my dance life:&lt;br /&gt;1. I dance 9 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm in my studio's company.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm doing the Nutcracker @ my studio....again.&lt;br /&gt;This story is about one of my many wacky experiences during Nutcracker rehearsal. This year I'm the Columbine Doll. I get to do partner dancing (AKA lifts and stuff) with the Harlequin Doll. My partner is a 22 year old guy. I'm a nut during practice (but you expect that).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one day I was practicing the dance and it came time for another one of my lifts. My partner plied down to pick me up a little too late, and I jumped up before he could grab hold of my waist. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;*Jumping girl + Plieing guy = Searing pain in eye&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I accidentally hit my partner in the eye with my bun. Of course, I had hairspray and that kind of crap in my bun. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to get that stuff in your eye? Oh well, at least we got a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next time for Stories from the Studio #2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Plie - Plea ay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BalletDancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-850101122260789710?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/850101122260789710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=850101122260789710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/850101122260789710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/850101122260789710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/stories-of-studio-1.html' title='Stories of the Studio #1'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8451865714901739737.post-5333636807220324829</id><published>2007-11-06T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:19:23.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey everyone! This is my first post, so don't kill me if I mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have hobbies, and for me it is working on my model railroad in my spare time. For others it is collecting things, and for select others it is, dare I say it, shopping, checking email, and well... the internet. So the point of my little message here is to go get a new hobby, or expand on one you have. So if you are like some people I know, then your hobby is gossip. Well I recommend, as Silly has so graciously done, make a web page. It allows you to express yourself in ways that otherwise you would not be able to do. It can help you say things to the world in the safety of an online mask. So it does not have to be a web page, or even email for that matter. Well I recommend to just do something in your spare time rather than complain at you parents or siblings, or for that matter how my sister says it, "MOM!!!!!!!!!!, AARON IS SINGING AT ME!!!!!" And yes, that was real, but I was everything but singing. So anyway, for recommendations, I say you may want to start a scrapbook, of you and your friends. Or even just a hobby to read. So stop whining at your parents about why you need to go do something or get somewhere. Instead, go out and get a hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-Smallfry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8451865714901739737-5333636807220324829?l=istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5333636807220324829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8451865714901739737&amp;postID=5333636807220324829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5333636807220324829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8451865714901739737/posts/default/5333636807220324829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istudents-hms-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>Sylvia♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7Ak7exAOtE/S5mWQvkNYvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/mixH2tfcs1E/S220/loganlerman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
