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title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2001974751514881094</id><published>2010-04-09T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:53:44.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate how far away I live from my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2001974751514881094?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2001974751514881094/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-9115047801771823483</id><published>2010-04-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:51:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I probably said this several times already, but I'll say it again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY GRANDMA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although she drives me insane most of the time, she seems to be the one who understands me the most in this house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-9115047801771823483?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/9115047801771823483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-probably-said-this-several-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9115047801771823483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9115047801771823483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-probably-said-this-several-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-5631173058190776624</id><published>2010-04-01T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:01:37.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Victoriaaaa! I'm sorry too! T___T Frustration built up and I exploded. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 10-0 today. 21-18 21-14 PVHS vs Richmond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It's funny how we used to easily talk and now I'm disgustingly polite because I don't know how to talk to you anymore. I miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-5631173058190776624?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/5631173058190776624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/04/victoriaaaa-im-sorry-too-tt-frustration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5631173058190776624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5631173058190776624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/04/victoriaaaa-im-sorry-too-tt-frustration.html' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/tomorrow-is-going-to-be-biggest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7904614595605069099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7904614595605069099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/tomorrow-is-going-to-be-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7586549847943911173</id><published>2010-03-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:20:03.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go to Georgia and scrape someone's ass too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7586549847943911173?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7586549847943911173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-go-to-georgia-and-scrape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7586549847943911173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7586549847943911173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-go-to-georgia-and-scrape.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3129349019239648973</id><published>2010-03-29T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:29:42.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go to San Jose and knock the shit out of some people right now. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-3129349019239648973?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3129349019239648973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-go-to-san-jose-and-knock-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3129349019239648973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3129349019239648973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-go-to-san-jose-and-knock-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3173594941598281341</id><published>2010-03-28T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:56:05.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not looking forward to anything these couple of months besides seeing Panphila (since I haven't seen her for forever and a day!) and graduating. I know I should be pumped for ball, but I'm so broke now that if I get any money this month, it'll be gone for ball. D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can think about is wanting to get out of this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, it's safe, but frankly, I'm quite tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-3173594941598281341?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3173594941598281341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-looking-forward-to-anything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3173594941598281341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3173594941598281341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-looking-forward-to-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-5826356944837938498</id><published>2010-03-27T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:13:06.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S64uSGA8gAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUkCGp85_Ic/s1600/hotpot_yaohon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S64uSGA8gAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUkCGp85_Ic/s320/hotpot_yaohon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453347087179350018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were delicious last night. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad only my mom and I are the only ones that love yao hon. (my sister also.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-5826356944837938498?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/5826356944837938498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-were-delicious-last-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5826356944837938498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5826356944837938498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-were-delicious-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S64uSGA8gAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUkCGp85_Ic/s72-c/hotpot_yaohon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4239736963181787637</id><published>2010-03-25T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:50:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made my decision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel more content now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6414262154799417665</id><published>2010-03-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:00:38.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family and friends comforted me because I took it harder than expected.&lt;div&gt;Now all that's running through my mind is what I could've done to be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6414262154799417665?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6745072133693253805</id><published>2010-03-23T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:01:11.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8-0&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if Diane and I lose a game, I would cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6745072133693253805?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6745072133693253805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-9006145147736846543</id><published>2010-03-23T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:21:39.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rejected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-9006145147736846543?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/9006145147736846543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/rejected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this one this entire school year, besides weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6494463784192948207?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6494463784192948207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-wonderful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6494463784192948207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6494463784192948207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-wonderful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8110685846928315880</id><published>2010-03-18T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:32:52.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;7-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;PVHS vs EHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;21-5 21-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malina and Ben saw my match. I had my own person cheerleaders. Well, just ONE. It was good seeing them again even though I dislike people watching me play. :( It's cool. It was nice seeing them again. :D I had a good Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8110685846928315880?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8110685846928315880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8110685846928315880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8110685846928315880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/7-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1430819313443477166</id><published>2010-03-17T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:26:19.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5-1 tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;I just want to get it done and over with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see them tomorrow. It'll brighten up my entire week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played several sets today/rallied for two hours straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled a butt muscle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm extremely bossy. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a baddddd daaaaayyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid math test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1430819313443477166?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1430819313443477166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-1-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1430819313443477166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1430819313443477166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I kind of forgot the scores)&lt;br /&gt;15-21, 21-18, 21-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget you, I'm better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7485662717749185879</id><published>2010-03-13T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:17:24.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of these UC college acceptances and prom-ness&lt;div&gt;make me feel slightly depressed and broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7485662717749185879?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4846511836429636389</id><published>2010-03-13T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:29:26.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got stuck to a bench.&lt;div&gt;Victoria saved the day!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-4846511836429636389?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/4846511836429636389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-i-got-stuck-to-bench.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2176803073911059507?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2176803073911059507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2176803073911059507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2176803073911059507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4967552500112328151</id><published>2010-03-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:45:04.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really now?&lt;div&gt;We didn't play against easy people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called improving, which I know I have done dramatically this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have tryouts, so the best got picked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if they were lower-ranked... they were ranked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay? Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-4967552500112328151?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/4967552500112328151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/really-now-we-didnt-play-against-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4967552500112328151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4967552500112328151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/really-now-we-didnt-play-against-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2617419691108492298</id><published>2010-03-11T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:48:00.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;5-0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PVHS VS BHS&lt;br /&gt;21-10; 18-21; 21-18&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, dude! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2961946069239661932-2617419691108492298?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2617419691108492298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-0-pvhs-vs-bhs-21-10-18-21-21-18-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2617419691108492298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2617419691108492298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-0-pvhs-vs-bhs-21-10-18-21-21-18-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6209389929674768825</id><published>2010-03-06T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:17:47.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw these cute oxford flats at the mall today.&lt;br /&gt;I prevented myself from buying them because my grandma and my mom both think that I can't go to a mall without buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I ended up buying a drink because I was freakishly thirsty. (Plus, I wanted to break a 10 so I can pay Victoria back on Monday. ^^; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what? Those oxford flats are MINE next time I'm able to get to the mall again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6209389929674768825?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6209389929674768825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-saw-these-cute-oxford-flats-at-mall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6209389929674768825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6209389929674768825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-saw-these-cute-oxford-flats-at-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6660168489185067833</id><published>2010-03-05T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:35:51.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, i had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought me some in n out afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;i feel slightly better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6660168489185067833?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6660168489185067833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-i-had-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6660168489185067833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6660168489185067833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-i-had-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6802604741670503291</id><published>2010-03-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:48:08.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;div&gt;-My arm is currently tingling because of the Icy-Hot I put on it a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wear lipstick and eat salty foods because I have an allergic reaction. It was not pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;-My grandma just discovered how warm my bed was and now she's in it more than I am.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate how I break out like hell when I'm almost on my period.&lt;div&gt;-I don't think I'm smarter than a 5th grader. (Well, history-wise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My camera has a lot of photos I want to post up and blog about, but one day, on a nice, relaxing day, I will post them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I wear too much makeup. (Not to school, of course. Those people are lucky to see my bareness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I gained weight, a lot of weight. I'm scared to check the scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My pointer finger on my right hand is halfway chipped because I always zip up my jeans with that finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love my Coastal Scents palette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I think I've bought more nail polish lately than I can keep up swatches. I still have around 5-6 unused ones. Hello OPI Hong Kong, I still need to swatch you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This week has been extremely long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've been getting random cuts and bruises everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I also barely watched TV this week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;-&lt;b&gt;I hate the rain, I really really do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, and the cold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want warm weather... NOW. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;please &amp;amp; thank you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6802604741670503291?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6802604741670503291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6802604741670503291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6802604741670503291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8995743868022207261</id><published>2010-03-01T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:27:48.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you could just get the hint&lt;div&gt;and leave me the fuck alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8995743868022207261?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8995743868022207261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-you-could-just-get-hint-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8995743868022207261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8995743868022207261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-you-could-just-get-hint-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7249278276839838137</id><published>2010-02-28T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:28:55.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Monday.&lt;div&gt;Where the hell did the weekend go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7249278276839838137?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7249278276839838137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomorrow-is-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7249278276839838137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7249278276839838137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomorrow-is-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-9100703784894555053</id><published>2010-02-25T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:43:31.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;PV vs DA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21-14 &amp;amp; 21-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm disappointed in the first set. It was all my fault, I jinxed it. Since my smashes weren't going over, I gave up and decided to drop everything in the 2nd set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-9100703784894555053?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/9100703784894555053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/pv-vs-da-1-0-21-14-21-4-im-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9100703784894555053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9100703784894555053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/pv-vs-da-1-0-21-14-21-4-im-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6597289683803855491</id><published>2010-02-24T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:43:02.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the time...</title><content type='html'>where I might be too occupied to even blog.&lt;div&gt;Relatives, badminton, and schoolwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First game is Thursday. I'm excited. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to work on my drops and footwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also excited for Alice in Wonderland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6597289683803855491?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6597289683803855491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-comes-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6597289683803855491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6597289683803855491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-comes-time.html' title='Here comes the time...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2464802146288768866</id><published>2010-02-23T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:45:24.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike school at the moment.&lt;div&gt;I already know it's going to be a horrible week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only Tuesday, darn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2464802146288768866?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2464802146288768866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dislike-school-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2464802146288768866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2464802146288768866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dislike-school-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6314871830740260714</id><published>2010-02-16T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:32:24.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uT3qdVVnI/AAAAAAAAANo/s2o40TFWPLU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uT3qdVVnI/AAAAAAAAANo/s2o40TFWPLU/s200/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439103559479416434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been able to completely my FAFSA yet because my parents haven't completed their taxes. I know I should estimate, but at the moment I'm completely clueless. Today, my parents told me that I needed to cover the shop while they go to do the taxes. I got to the shop around 10:30, and my "aunt" was there to keep me company. There are times I dislike working with her just because she takes all the work. I usually just end up sitting in the back and feeling bad that I'm making her do the work, cleaning and cashier-ing. I usually handle the large orders. No surprise, there wasn't any large orders today. One customer was being complicated as HELL. First, he wants "apple thing." (He pointed to the apple turnovers.) I bagged two like he asked, he then tells me I got his order wrong and he pointed to the eclairs. I bagged that and he said I got it wrong AGAIN. He tells me he wants a chocolate donut. I bag a regular chocolate donut and confirm it with him. He says yes. When I start to ring it up, he tells me he wanted a crumb raise and three more chocolate raise. I get it for him and he proceeds to pull out the donuts and put them on the counter with his hands. Really now? Sure, he left a two dollar tip, but it was just one of my biggest annoyances to simply point to a donut and say, "I want this one" before I get the chance to look at it, then get mad when I ask them to repeat their order. I'm overreacting, but he began criticizing how I did my job. I would do my job PERFECTLY if you were CLEARER on your order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uXfZwRgBI/AAAAAAAAANw/b_EJIyFcAsQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uXfZwRgBI/AAAAAAAAANw/b_EJIyFcAsQ/s200/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439107540725104658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I rushed my mom to get me to badminton practice before it ended. I was worried we weren't going to get ranked, but same rank as last year. It's all good. (: I was disappointed in how I played though because I felt rushed because I had to get from Berkeley, home, dressed, then to practice in less than 20 minutes. I kind of want a new racquet, but I still love mine a lot. I need a new grip because mines just... bleh. I dislike my birdies because they're extremely heavy. (Birdies, heavy? Really?) Yes, they are. They have foam heads instead of cork heads that I usually play with during matches. It felt nice to finally play a (kinda real?) match though, sweaty and all. (: I'm excited for the upcoming season!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uYssV6qoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FflZIw5NexA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uYssV6qoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FflZIw5NexA/s200/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439108868564757122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I lovelovelove meat and mushrooms with prahoak and rice. I was starving once I got home and this just satisfied EVERYTHING. It was amazing. I noticed that I'm really biased to thin, wooden chopsticks instead of the thick, plastic ones that totally dominant my kitchen utensil drawer. I'm trying to make my blogs longer. Is it working? I think so. My camera, which I haven't put in use much, is now being put into use for pathetic reasons. I take random pictures throughout the day (both yesterday and today) just to put onto here. It's okay though. I like my blogs to seem colorful. My food picture was purposely. I cooked up the meat and mushrooms myself and added prahoak. It looked friggen beautiful! I couldn't help myself. (: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uaJytd4FI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XMLzW0e5V1I/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uaJytd4FI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XMLzW0e5V1I/s200/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439110468001980498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have a bad habit of eating my meat slightly pink, bacteria and all. I know it's going to damage me one day, but it's so yummy. It's like sashimi! I've been on an ultimate food crave nowadays. I wanted to head out to the taqueria today because I've had the biggest craving for tacos/burritos/enchiladas for awhile, but my grandma made me eat pho before I headed to work. I wasn't able to snag any even if I was hungry because I was on a panic of getting to practice on time. I had a number of these sour strips. My nail polish, China Glaze's Pink Voltage (My favorite pink polish) already chipped although I just did them yesterday. My left hand looked like the picture, but my right hand... well... it's removal time for this color. My nail polish organization just made me want to swatch all the colors. :3&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/2961946069239661932-6314871830740260714?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6314871830740260714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-havent-been-able-to-completely-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6314871830740260714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6314871830740260714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-havent-been-able-to-completely-my.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know?'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3uT3qdVVnI/AAAAAAAAANo/s2o40TFWPLU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7307192855100530694</id><published>2010-02-15T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:42:34.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pEv0NJfsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nzl2XpwIvuM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pEv0NJfsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nzl2XpwIvuM/s200/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438735088261627586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad break is here. I miss how in Luella, there would always be a week off from school every six weeks. It would always come during the right time when I felt like pulling out my hair from stress. However, when I moved "back", I feel like yanking my hair out, regrowing it quickly, and then yanking it again. Although it's February and my mind is still back in September, school feels like forever. Before break started, school was just a completely disappointment. I lack common sense and a long attention span. I did horribly on a couple of my quizzes and I missed a simple step in math that completely ruined my answer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pE4CptCPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IfoIoNgZTtI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pE4CptCPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IfoIoNgZTtI/s200/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438735229578447090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the brighter side, I got two new nail polishes (OPI's Jade is the New Black and Suzi Says Feng Shui) and yesterday was Chinese New Year and Valentines Day. I, unfortunately, didn't go to the pillow fight because I've been in such a crummy mood the past week and all I wanted to do was eat ice cream, bum out, and watch TV/movies the entire day. Sorry Denise! :( Around 4, my parents called to tell me my cousins were coming over and we were going to eat out at Round Tables. (After the food poisoning incident? Really? Yeah.) I cleaned my room in a rush. I ate one small piece of pizza because I stuffed myself with junk food beforehand. Came home and watched Sonny with a Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pGl7YZAWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FzzuQZJ29Ko/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pGl7YZAWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FzzuQZJ29Ko/s200/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438737117412393314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine wanted to go to CVS, so I asked my grandma if I could take the car. She let me without her supervision. There was a small sale going on. I managed to snag the last Milani's Sunset City bronzer for $1.66, two lipsticks (BOGO FREE) (Revlon's Pink Pout &amp;amp; Love That Red), &amp;amp; waterproof eye makeup remover. I'm pretty pleased. :) Afterwards, I treated her to Coldstones (Yum, Mud Pie Mojo.) I was contemplating whether I wanted mint or coffee ice cream, coffee won. I'm in love with Pink Pout. I want to go back to the store and stock up on it. I wanted to vary my lipstick a little, so that's why I chose a bright red too. (I wanted to avoid colors that my mom might have, just because. :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After weeks of waiting, Starstruck finally came out yesterday night! :) It was amazing. Sterling Knight was fabulous. I was so excited for this movie, although I tried not to go in with high expectations. The main girl's acting was odd at points, but she was cute. :) I got a number of texts during the movie and most of the time, I threw my phone across the bed in frustration. I was swooning 90% of the film. Overall, it made my night. Today, I bummed out again and then decided to organize my nail polish drawer. I ended up throwing some out because they were completely dried out/pretty much gone. I found it no surprise that my dominant colors were blue and green. What surprised me was the number of purples I have. Out of my entire collection, I only have two yellows. My drawer is completely filled up. Time to empty out another drawer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pKZsMLa3I/AAAAAAAAANA/JsbKl6Y5atc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pKZsMLa3I/AAAAAAAAANA/JsbKl6Y5atc/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438741305222720370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pKT_-o2pI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XX1o5qXmPYg/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pKT_-o2pI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XX1o5qXmPYg/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438741207455423122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few more days until my palette comes in. I can't waiiiit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7307192855100530694?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7307192855100530694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7307192855100530694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7307192855100530694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-far.html' title='So far...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3pEv0NJfsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nzl2XpwIvuM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1964320188937756403</id><published>2010-02-11T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:36:21.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Grumbly Tummy... For Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think you broke my heart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stayed home from school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I regret it a lot... a lot, a lot. :( I'm staying away from pizzas for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to get my physical today, I got 6 shots. I got a new doctor and he creeps me out. He reminds me of a creepy customer that always tries to talk to me. I miss my old doctor, no matter how touchy she was. He's a friend guy, kudos to him for trying to lecture me about sex in front of my mom; awkwaaaard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I can't wait to get my hands on &lt;i&gt;yoooou&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://makeupandbeautytutorials.com/wp-content/uploads/cs_palette1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://makeupandbeautytutorials.com/wp-content/uploads/cs_palette1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can totally picture Victoria reading this and being like "Oh, Michelle." *shakes head &amp;amp;/or facepalm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1964320188937756403?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1964320188937756403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-grumbly-tummy-for-once.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1964320188937756403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1964320188937756403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-grumbly-tummy-for-once.html' title='No Grumbly Tummy... For Once'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1634381569552070269</id><published>2010-02-09T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:15:40.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glub glub.</title><content type='html'>I felt like I needed to blog.&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired, but I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat, but I'm not hungry. (For once.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I'm not feeling too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1634381569552070269?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1634381569552070269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/glub-glub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1634381569552070269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1634381569552070269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/glub-glub.html' title='Glub glub.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3241483985430903121</id><published>2010-02-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:53:23.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreading</title><content type='html'>Work tomorrow &amp;amp; Sunday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-3241483985430903121?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3241483985430903121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3241483985430903121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3241483985430903121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreading.html' title='Dreading'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6085383732270584632</id><published>2010-02-03T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:48:27.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>It's an extremely long week.&lt;div&gt;I'm getting tired of poetry analysis, it's never been my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hypocritically, I'm getting tired of complainers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this week and next week to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I can see my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's almost time for my period because my mood has been all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDGAF IF ITS TMI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, computer lingo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to finish whatever I need to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brighter side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panphila's the greatest. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6085383732270584632?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6085383732270584632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6085383732270584632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6085383732270584632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7533513126504940696</id><published>2010-02-02T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:23:23.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TOOTHBRUSH.</title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed off and my mouth feels extremely unclean, even though I used mouthwash 5 times. Painful, but GRRRRR! I have to wait until early morning to go buy my toothbrush. I refuse to go to school without getting a toothbrush. Unfortunately, we don't keep any extras.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone took my toothbrush and did something with it now I can't find it! They probably used it to clean something, but what the hell. First, it was my mom using my toothbrush to clean her jewelery, now someone just took it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH THEY COULD FUCKING USE THEIR OWN TOOTHBRUSHES AND LEAVE MINE ALONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same with my shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, bodywash, shaving gel, and ALL OF THAT OTHER STUFF YOU GUYS KNOW THATS MINE, DAMNIT! I buy that with my OWN money that I receive from a low-paying job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's a toothbrush, but my mouth feels gross right now. I've dealt with people using my stuff before, but taking my ONLY TOOTHBRUSH and using it to clean their junk!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; FKJDSGFIEOTH%*IY#EGUGTKUEIOTJIOZGFSEIOERWILBHETIUOHY35 TY9OUERIUIUGWROTRGFUERW8YEROYU3509EYUDGIJKETIHYOT5R9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRHYJIOTGHRWIGTDLFKGHYUHJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason why I want to move out for college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7533513126504940696?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7533513126504940696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-toothbrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7533513126504940696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7533513126504940696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-toothbrush.html' title='MY TOOTHBRUSH.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7467846125149431868</id><published>2010-01-30T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:23:28.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chats.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I'm on a phone with a friend, he frequently asks what I'm doing. I usually respond with "chatting." Then, a question popped into my head. Does my frequent chatting online make me seem antisocial? That I only communicate with people via internet/phone?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know these people in real life. In fact, I've known them 6 - 7 years now. I absolutely adore them to pieces. They're the people that I cannot seem to go without talking with them for no more than a week. They're the people who sent me gifts and letters when I lived across the country. They're the people who drive all the way to Pinole when I'm upset or just to hang out. Unfortunately, due to my current location and lack of transportation, my main communication is chatting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live at a bottom of a hill. I walk around my room to get at least two bars to successfully send a text message. I frequently get disconnected from phone calls because I lose signal when I shift my position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people ask what my hobbies are, one of my main responses is "going on my laptop." Does that convey that I'm antisocial? A person who doesn't have anything better to do with her time than go online?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the same friend, he asked why I don't put myself out more when I'm in school. I can if I wanted to, but I'm going to be leaving for college soon and I probably won't speak to these people ever again if I decided to put myself out there. I don't want to seemingly grow close to someone within a year then make false promises of "hanging out with each other everyday" or "live together in college." No, sorry, I already have friends that I've known for almost a decade to do those type of things. I'd rather stay home and chat with friends who know me as the bubbly, perverted type instead of the innocent, quiet facade that people see me with during school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do like meeting new people, but I won't put much effort into creating a friendship unless they actually truly interest me and if they're willing to put the effort in too. But all-in-all, my best/good friends are all I've ever wanted. I'd chat with them any day than go out with a bunch of unfamiliar people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7467846125149431868?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7467846125149431868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/chats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7467846125149431868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7467846125149431868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/chats.html' title='Chats.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1463082670276004666</id><published>2010-01-29T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:32:23.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop Cooler</title><content type='html'>is weird at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I breathe in, it blows out air really loudly, and when I breathe out, it stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1463082670276004666?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1463082670276004666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/laptop-cooler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1463082670276004666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1463082670276004666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/laptop-cooler.html' title='Laptop Cooler'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7644895479928339986</id><published>2010-01-26T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:06:24.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm selfish, overcritical, verbose, uptight, and a hypocritical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've told my friend several times that he needs to learn how to relax, when most of the time I don't know how to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel... horrible today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is all. =T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VICTORIAAAA, I'M SORRY FOR HITTING YOOOOOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU STUCK WITH ME DURING PRACTICE &amp;amp; BOUGHT MY CANDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IMSORRRYYYY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/onion96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/onion96.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/388.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/388.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/2961946069239661932-7644895479928339986?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7644895479928339986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-blog-im-selfish-overcritical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7644895479928339986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7644895479928339986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-blog-im-selfish-overcritical.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-5403799343692890153</id><published>2010-01-25T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:17:38.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I wish I had some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-5403799343692890153?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/5403799343692890153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8402599023407310903</id><published>2010-01-24T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:03:50.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Because I absolutely ADORE Sterling Knight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufQW071pnxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufQW071pnxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;*Swoons*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8402599023407310903?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8402599023407310903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/starstruck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8402599023407310903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8402599023407310903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3937464979499308218</id><published>2010-01-23T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:14:21.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should stop taking naps so often. Well, for so long perhaps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-3937464979499308218?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3937464979499308218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-should-stop-taking-naps-so-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3937464979499308218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3937464979499308218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-should-stop-taking-naps-so-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1302034760385681826</id><published>2010-01-22T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:01:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I like squishy things &amp; people.</title><content type='html'>No dirty puns intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1302034760385681826?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1302034760385681826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-i-like-squishy-things-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1302034760385681826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1302034760385681826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-i-like-squishy-things-people.html' title='Hi, I like squishy things &amp; people.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6232528477060440194</id><published>2010-01-22T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:17:06.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_072.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_072.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_050.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_050.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_035.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_035.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_035.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't had a soda or something sweet to drink today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's bothering the heck out of me. No candy either, unless you count fruit snacks as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm consuming oranges like crazy. I'll manage though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, I'm pretty dang proud. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/Onion11.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/Onion11.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would think that I have a smoking problem or something, haha. No folks, I have a sugar problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6232528477060440194?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6232528477060440194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/problem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6232528477060440194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6232528477060440194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/problem.html' title='A Problem.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2959624213080474654</id><published>2010-01-20T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:05:29.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions.</title><content type='html'>- Law &amp;amp; Order&lt;div&gt;- NCIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sonny with a Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Good Eats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chick flicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- TV, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hot Chocolate/Coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Everything that's bad for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Brushing my teeth, ironically, my teeth are still yellow.&lt;br /&gt;  (Because of the junk I eat.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Shopping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Nail Polish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear blog, I have a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike late-night pondering sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go back to my healthy drinking habits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2959624213080474654?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2959624213080474654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/addictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2959624213080474654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2959624213080474654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/addictions.html' title='Addictions.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-110079032675026934</id><published>2010-01-20T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:16:39.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute as a Gumdrop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S1eOohY7l1I/AAAAAAAAALg/0woEtVLFZRE/s1600-h/orly.sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S1eOohY7l1I/AAAAAAAAALg/0woEtVLFZRE/s320/orly.sweet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428964702627272530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone has their eye on Orly's Sweet Collection for Spring 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pastel and creme? I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/2961946069239661932-110079032675026934?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/110079032675026934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute-as-gumdrop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/110079032675026934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/110079032675026934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute-as-gumdrop.html' title='Cute as a Gumdrop.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S1eOohY7l1I/AAAAAAAAALg/0woEtVLFZRE/s72-c/orly.sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-5706713050577265715</id><published>2010-01-19T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:58:32.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a hint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;^$#@!%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'm not very fond of you, go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must this weekend go by so quickly? :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, I worked from 7 am to 6 pm. I was pretty tired, especially when I was working with the trainee. I love the woman, but it does get frustrating at times, it's not her fault though. Greedy people and their lottery could NOT be patient. Geez, they didn't understand the phrase, WAIT A MOMENT. It's whatever though. I'm just pissed my mom promised me she was going to come back at around 3, but didn't come back until 6. I barely made any tips. Stupid thieves stole the quarter donation for a cancer child and our tip jar the other day. I can do without tips, but REALLY? Stealing a cancer child's quarter donations?! I want to knock their face out, fucking low life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, I just bummed it out until 3 or 4. I went to Emeryville with Denise, Belle, and Pan to watch Princess and the Frog. :) Great movie~ I tried to not cry, but Denise did HAAAH. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday and Tuesday, just stayed home except for a quick trip to Target. I bought sockies, pens, and a notebook. I couldn't find the sweatpants I wanted. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took my brown, ugly, squishy sofa away and they're going to replace it with a stiff, yucky, leather one WITH NO RECLINERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; My dad was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKE SURE THE KIDS DON'T HOP ALL OVER THE NEW ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No! I don't want to listen to you, you took the best couch away. Sure, it was ugly and brown, but it was SQUISHY, damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-5706713050577265715?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/5706713050577265715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-hint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5706713050577265715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5706713050577265715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/take-hint.html' title='Take a hint.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8368605038041222582</id><published>2010-01-14T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:33:50.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache, headache, go away.</title><content type='html'>I've had this killer headache since 5th period, after napping, eating, and laying down, it still hasn't gone away. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tremain just left a voice message and it made my night! :) YAY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm wide awake since I woke up at 9 from my nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to repaint my nails, but I'm afraid it might make my headache worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, Unwrapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8368605038041222582?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8368605038041222582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/headache-headache-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8368605038041222582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8368605038041222582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/headache-headache-go-away.html' title='Headache, headache, go away.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7275288451858004190</id><published>2010-01-13T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:09:17.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see...</title><content type='html'>- I don't know why I give a flying fuck anymore.&lt;div&gt;- People, in general, are annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have bigger concerns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I missed four episodes of NCIS because of napping and talking on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I had a good day, but a bad day. Does that make any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I sometimes think that I'm the biggest bitch that ever walked the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My dreams are extremely peculiar. I'm always violent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I had a dream of a friend confessing her love to Bobby Flay, and this model person attacked her with glittery pumps, then I attacked the model. It seemed more dramatic in the dream, but once I woke up and told her, I literally LOLed by myself for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Peet's hot coffee drinks = no moooore. Ick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I want bigger boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I miss a lot of people, like seriously. I miss Panphila, Denise, Malina, my sister, Belle, Justin, Samantha, and a bunch of other people. :( I never see them enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People have to realize how genuine someone can be, geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I wish I had a greater sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I've been having horrible grammar lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stuttering sucks ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- There are a few people I want to squeeeeeeeeeesh with hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm working Saturday, someone visit me &amp;amp; keep me company? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I better get paid EXTRA, dramatically! GRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Matte nail polish is getting on my nerves. C'mon! I just painted you yesterday. :( Why did you chipppp!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I can't slow dance/waltz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My head is always in the clouds, I think I'd be suitable with someone down-to-earth. :) Don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I feel lame because I think I'm the only one who gets sweaty during badminton in the morning. -_- Same with dancing. I guess that's what I get for putting all my effort in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My leg hurts. I think I'm going to pull a muscle really bad tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My teeth are yellow but I brush them practically 3 times a day. :( Too much coffee and soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Unwrapped is boring if it doesn't mention candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives is replacing Unwrapped IMO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, goodnight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2961946069239661932-7275288451858004190?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7275288451858004190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-see.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7275288451858004190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7275288451858004190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-see.html' title='Let&apos;s see...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6644870940540998868</id><published>2010-01-12T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:46:23.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nails...</title><content type='html'>are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oooooooooogly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the moment. :[&lt;div&gt;I'm so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kdcfsldfk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to cut them again after this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6644870940540998868?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6644870940540998868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6644870940540998868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6644870940540998868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-nails.html' title='My nails...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4504543433016184918</id><published>2010-01-12T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:51:13.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-____-; Annoying.</title><content type='html'>I dislike it when the lawyer of the defendant pleads mentally unstable in Law &amp;amp; Order.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes they are, but most of the time NO NO NO NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_____-;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love this show. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-4504543433016184918?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/4504543433016184918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4504543433016184918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4504543433016184918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/annoying.html' title='-____-; Annoying.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-9194206723159797350</id><published>2010-01-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:23:03.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop, Pop; Turn Around; Body Roll; Up, Down.</title><content type='html'>I need to get this right. These past few days, we've been working our asses off in dance. It's quite relieving actually. However, we finally got into more advanced choreography instead of the simple 1, 2, 3 step left 1, 2, 3 step right. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's difficult to memorize that then keep my head straight for Ms. McGrady's class. I'm the only one in my group who still hasn't completely memorized lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall type them out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Will you not tell me who told you so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nor will you not tell me who you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- That I was disdainful and that I had my good wit out of a 'Hundred Merry Tales' Well this was Signior Benedick who said so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am sure you know him well enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Did he never make you laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why he's the prince's jester, a very dull fool, only his gift is in devising impossible slanders. None but the libertines delight in him and the commendation is not in his wit but in his villainy for he both pleases men and angers them and then they laugh at him and beat him. I am sure he is in the fleet. He would had he boarded me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Do. He'll but break a comparison or two on me, which peradventure, not marked or not laughed at will strike him into melancholy and then there's a wing saved for the fool will eat no supper that night. We must follow the leaders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nay, if they do any ill, I will leave them at the next turning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Now... typing this without looking at the screen/keyboard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why he's the princes jester. A very dull fool. Only his gift is in devising impoissible slanders. None but the libertines delight in him and the commendation is not in his wit but in his villainy for he both pleases men and angers them and then they laugh at him and beat him. I am sure he is in the fleet. He would have boarded me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Do. He'll but break a comparison or two on me, which, peradventure, will strike him into melancholy and there's a wing saved for the fool will eat no supper that night. we must follow the leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o______o;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm nervous and I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-9194206723159797350?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/9194206723159797350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/pop-pop-turn-around-body-roll-up-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9194206723159797350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9194206723159797350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/pop-pop-turn-around-body-roll-up-down.html' title='Pop, Pop; Turn Around; Body Roll; Up, Down.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8154752996838545613</id><published>2010-01-10T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:39:56.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random moment with my dad.</title><content type='html'>Last night, after chatting with my sister and Pan, I decided that it was time to head for bed. I turned off all the lights and tucked myself into bed. I was planning to watch Law &amp;amp; Order until I fell asleep, but then I started hearing scratching sounds. I became a little alert because I heard it that morning too. I stayed on my bed, but crawled around listening to see where the source of the sound was. It was coming from the left side of my room (Where the closet, bed, and window are.) I heard my dad get up for work, so I ran out the room. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pa! There's something in my room!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives me a reaction thats a mix between this =____= (out of tiredness) and O____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He comes into my room, and the scratching noise completely stopped. I kicked my bed repeatedly to see if it would start up again. Pa looked at me like I was nuts. I sat on my bed and tried telling him. He started feeling my forehead and tucked me in. I protested like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pa! What if it comes get me?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know when it's late at night and you start to think you hear some things..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No! I'm not sick and I'm not hearing things!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;"Paaaaaaaaa~" T_____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Only my grandma believes me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8154752996838545613?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8154752996838545613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-moment-with-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8154752996838545613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8154752996838545613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-moment-with-my-dad.html' title='A random moment with my dad.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6920411772863990700</id><published>2010-01-08T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:58:40.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now...</title><content type='html'>I wish I had enough space in my room...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to dance my fucking heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without the cheesy choreographed dances and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6920411772863990700?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6920411772863990700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6920411772863990700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6920411772863990700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-now.html' title='Right now...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1380126128197727276</id><published>2010-01-08T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:05:00.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill Through My Heart</title><content type='html'>You know, I get really tired of holding my tongue.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been having the ultimate caffeine and TV fix these past few days. I guess you can say that I'm catching up with pretty much 7 years of no/rare TV watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish Sonny With a Chance next season came out already. Poop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Friday night and I feel like I'm the only one bumming it out at home. I guess it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America's Funniest Home Video...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to find it pretty funny, not anymore. Ehhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1380126128197727276?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1380126128197727276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/drill-through-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1380126128197727276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1380126128197727276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/drill-through-my-heart.html' title='Drill Through My Heart'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2795666890556634918</id><published>2010-01-05T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:20:04.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog of 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I feel required to first talk about my new year resolutions. Let's start:&lt;br /&gt;1. To come up with a brilliant new year resolution and successfully keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lose 5 - 10 pounds. (I know for sure I'm not going to keep this one. Whatever happens, happens.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;I've been completely busy/swamped the entire break. Also, my sister came over so I couldn't blog privately. It was mostly the former, however. It was all work, traveling, shopping, and friends. I wasn't able to sleep in at all except for like two days the entire two weeks. Work wasn't anything special. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las Vegas was fun, even though my brother was a complete BRAT the entire ride. My cousin, my sister, and I went out walking around Vegas for like... 5 hours. I was drop-dead tired. There was so much secondhand smoke. Gag. I really hate how I'm extremely sensitive to smells sometimes. The next day we went to eat dim sum. My parents woke us up at 5 am to get ready. -__- Later, we ended up at the Paris hotel. I was starving so my sis picked a place to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEVER EVER EAT AT LE CAFE ILE ST. LOUIS! I don't think I've EVER eaten at a place so horrible. I go out to eat a lot so that's saying something. I ordered an Alfredo dish, and it was the blandest thing I've ever eaten. I have a tendency to like bland foods, but this one was horrible, even the noodles were stiff. My cousin and my sister couldn't even finish their burgers. Service was awful. The bread appetizer was cold and the waitress refused to warm it up.There was a line outside, so you'd expect it to be a nice place, right? Nope, they just sat everyone outside and made everyone wait so it would seem like they were busy. Busy = good food supposedly? We're usually not picky customers, so I don't know what the fuck was up with that place. Bill was almost $70 bucks for THREE people. My cousin paid for the entire thing, I knew she was upset for wasting that much money on the worst place ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, my family and I went to this fabulous breakfast buffet. (: There weren't that many choices to choose from, but the food was great. A family of 9 with a bill of $50 dollars, yeah dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Emeryville with Malina and Ben. Bought some stuff for people. I was depressed because I spent practically $80 bucks at H&amp;amp;M for three items. Headed back to Pinole, Malina had to go home, got sushi for Belle and Denise since we couldn't hang out with them. :( Slept over, talking and stuff. It was nice. :) Mason loves me now, haha! Just chilled, Ben came with cupcakes. Ate spam. My sister picked me up around 11 pm. Spent my new year watching TV and stuff. :3 Worked the rest of the break and my sister left on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to school... I was dead exhausted that I fell asleep in school for the first time ever. End of the semester is coming up and I'm not ready. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Law &amp;amp; Order is on. I'm going to finish watching that then take a nap. Night, folks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2795666890556634918?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2795666890556634918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-blog-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2795666890556634918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2795666890556634918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-blog-of-2010.html' title='First Blog of 2010.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-417936009125719467</id><published>2009-12-23T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:14:45.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Why I Love My Best Friend&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm envious on what you and Ben have.&lt;br /&gt;Her: How?&lt;br /&gt;Me: To have someone there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm always here for you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: -_-; To have someone to snuggle with.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'll snuggle with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ One word: Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Panphila's house for christmas eve. :) Maybe not because of Vegas and everything. Also work because I feel bad for letting my sister go by herself because I was a grump who only was spose to get 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love awkward moments, if it's not me in them. :) I made Malina facepalm so many times yesterday, I say it's a huge accomplishment. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-417936009125719467?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/417936009125719467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-i-love-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/417936009125719467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/417936009125719467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-i-love-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-478244050605437586</id><published>2009-12-20T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:20:50.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-;</title><content type='html'>I hate people, I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-478244050605437586?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/478244050605437586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/478244050605437586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/478244050605437586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_20.html' title='-_-;'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1776660517496522817</id><published>2009-12-18T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:50:34.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Christmas Break! :D</title><content type='html'>First off, I absolutely love Christmas. I love shopping for other people and when it comes around, I'm just all happy and dandy; full of Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... Christmas = crowded malls. That's the only thing I cannot stand. I don't like people pushing through me, taking the last clothes sizes, ripping through clothes, and making messes. Shopping is a way of relaxing for me, just like painting nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today were good days. I love seeing people's reactions to gifts. It makes my day. :D Thenthenthenthen today victoria gave me the cutest gift eveerrrr. &lt;3 People are starting to know me so well. Gummy worms, dark chocolate, and sparkly things ftw. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited even though I'm not done with Christmas shopping yet.&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1776660517496522817?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1776660517496522817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-christmas-break-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1776660517496522817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1776660517496522817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-christmas-break-d.html' title='Start of Christmas Break! :D'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-91647083591532026</id><published>2009-12-14T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:06:02.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dreading tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But I get to see cute old people. (: Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope no one in my class screws it all up.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-91647083591532026?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/91647083591532026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dreading-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/91647083591532026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/91647083591532026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dreading-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1019126372896533779</id><published>2009-12-12T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:55:13.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, you made my day. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1019126372896533779?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1019126372896533779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1019126372896533779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1019126372896533779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2453100989393308311</id><published>2009-12-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:25:05.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Even though I have a shitload of homework to do tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Even though my sister's coming in three days and my room is still a mess...&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's blistering cold out for the past... forever...?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I completely messed up my math quiz today. (I swear, I didn't see that negative sign!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a pretty good day. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's probably because I actually went to class and didn't feel like I was missing anything significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, there are still a few bothers. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is coming up soon...&lt;br /&gt;then comes winter break. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents want to go to Vegas during the break.&lt;br /&gt;They were like, oh you're going to be super grumpy on the ride there.&lt;br /&gt;No, duh. Why make me go? They think it's nuts that I don't like traveling...&lt;br /&gt;I'll go just because my sister's going and I know she's dying to have me as company! :D&lt;br /&gt;*Truth is... I'm too chicken to stay in the house by myself. I need a babysitter. :( *&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy going out, but most of my traveling experiences consisted of moving.&lt;br /&gt;Moving = starting over = social suicide.&lt;br /&gt;11 schools. It makes me wonder if I would be this awkward if I didn't move around so much.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop dwelling on the past though. :( Everything happens for a reason... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are really sore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why actually...&lt;br /&gt;Is it all the crouching/foot movements from dance?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the lunges during badminton? (I highly doubt it)&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a ducky waddle today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading tomorrow, Thursday evening, and Friday evening. (If I have to go. :( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2453100989393308311?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2453100989393308311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2453100989393308311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2453100989393308311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4786205900463530535</id><published>2009-12-07T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:06:55.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...</title><content type='html'>I love Sonny with a Chance.&lt;br /&gt;I really really do. :)&lt;br /&gt;Chad Dylan Cooper is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I walked all around all day in jazz shoes. Those things are flat as heck, so my feet hurt a lot. We got a lot accomplished today, but we're so noob. It's okay. Better than nothing, right? The day was so long, I seriously couldn't believe it was Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom ended up taking me to Round Tables. I pigged out. I couldn't sleep, so I watched Sonny with a Chance. I did my spanish homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my nails Suzi Skis in the Pyrenees Suede by OPI. :D It matches my sweats. It was messy, quick application. I couldn't enjoy the relaxation I usually get with my nails because someone called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a laptop cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to doing homework and studying. :(&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; watching more shows, hehe.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-4786205900463530535?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/4786205900463530535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4786205900463530535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4786205900463530535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/because.html' title='Because...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2240341121998981218</id><published>2009-12-05T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:46:57.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>was an extremely long day.&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Denise for a few minutes, watched tv for a few too.&lt;br /&gt;I was knocked out at 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;PS. I saw swatches for China Glaze's Spring 2010 collection "Up &amp;amp; Away"&lt;br /&gt;Amazing much? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2240341121998981218?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2240341121998981218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2240341121998981218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2240341121998981218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8233770353376849990</id><published>2009-12-03T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:20:30.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Christmas wishlist is posted up, just for those who are curious.&lt;br /&gt;It's over there on the lower rightside ----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8233770353376849990?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8233770353376849990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8233770353376849990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8233770353376849990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wishlist.html' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1900401717214440132</id><published>2009-12-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:52:23.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a December...</title><content type='html'>I can't wait until Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;Everythings just been annoying the HELL out of me lately.&lt;br /&gt;With the performance coming up and random school shit...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be relieved after college applications&lt;br /&gt;but my annoyance just increased by x483253782.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a lazy day where I can just sit around and watch sappy romance movies or Supernatural all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money though. So, I might go to work this Saturday and Sunday. :\ I HATE working with my mom though. She always ends up leaving me to deal with the customers by myself then talk about how stressed she is. I know she is, but does she fucking need to gossip on the phone about useless shit at work? I do not understand how people prefer her when she's so snappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to deal with this dance shit anymore. I'm suppose to do all day dress rehearsal. I have bigger priorities than this, but whatever. My brother's been nonstop annoying since they've gotten their new game system to the point one of them barely tries in school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the brighter side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Denise's 18th birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Early Birthday, dearest. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fantastic one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1900401717214440132?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1900401717214440132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-upon-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1900401717214440132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1900401717214440132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-upon-december.html' title='Once Upon a December...'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3141787764171565031</id><published>2009-11-29T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:42:44.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It says on my dashboard that I have 108 posts. On my actual blog, it says I had 101.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely confused.&lt;br /&gt;MLIA. Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-3141787764171565031?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3141787764171565031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-says-on-my-dashboard-that-i-have-106.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3141787764171565031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3141787764171565031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-says-on-my-dashboard-that-i-have-106.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7017503839585163003</id><published>2009-11-25T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:48:46.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog, I have the greatest friends ever.</title><content type='html'>So folks,&lt;br /&gt;Some smart dumbass successfully popped my lock and stole 6 bucks and my earphones from my pe locker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite upset with that.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to bring my wallet that day too. Imagine having over 50 bucks stolen. Thankfully, it was just 6 bucks and broken earphones. Victoria let me borrow some money. Thank goodness&lt;3 I saved it in case Denise was going to be late afterschool and I needed some food. I ended up going to Peets with Victoria because she's the sweetest person ever who keeps me from being completely stranded. :[ I met her dad. :] Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan and Denise came around 2:45. -_-; It's cool though. Panphila got me China Glazes! &lt;333 L8R G8R, Kaleidoscope him out, and Atlantis! How effin' amazing is that? Well, we drove all the way back to SLZ. I got freakishly carsick from my lack-of-food and traffic. I was dryheaving again. Picked up Belle and went to the movies, saw Blind Side. Amazing movie, I wouldn't have traded it for New Moon or Ninja Assassin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starving pretty bad &amp;amp; i have a headache, managed to survive to go to ihop near home. Ate, my stomach hurt while i was eating, but good food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Victoria, Denise, Panphila, and Belle for everything. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7017503839585163003?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7017503839585163003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-blog-i-have-greatest-friends-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7017503839585163003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7017503839585163003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-blog-i-have-greatest-friends-ever.html' title='Dear blog, I have the greatest friends ever.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-6750144240894573218</id><published>2009-11-23T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:34:40.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday's canceled. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, thanks for being so understanding, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bummed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to it ever since we planned it.&lt;br /&gt;Darn mom and her bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;:[ I hope my dad gets better soon though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-6750144240894573218?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/6750144240894573218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesdays-canceled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6750144240894573218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/6750144240894573218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesdays-canceled.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-801567804303971876</id><published>2009-11-22T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:39:56.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the cleverness of me! :)</title><content type='html'>- I resemble a creampuff, a mushroom, a puffball, or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm eating oreo cakesters, peanut butter with milk. It's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;- My grandma and I went shopping together today. :) My grandma loves me. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;- If you couldn't tell from the first sentence, I cut my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;- Thus, I resemble a puffball.&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin bought these yummy oranges that are easy to peel. It's almost gone, so I stole two of them and stashed them into my room.&lt;br /&gt;- Malina wants me to do her makeup, hair, nails, and all that good stuff for prom. As a payment, I get to pick her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- Wednesday!&lt;3 I can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm contemplating on wearing my heels on Wednesday. Eh, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm feeling better from Friday. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;- ONE MORE OREO CAKESTER. I shall devour yoooou.&lt;br /&gt;- Dark chocolate &gt; milk chocolate &gt; tuna &gt; white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Sausage &gt; Bacon&lt;br /&gt;- I love Denise, even if she does have bad taste in food. :)&lt;br /&gt;- I painted my nails again. RUBY PUMPS!&lt;br /&gt;- I miss my sister. :( Sh, don't tell her though.&lt;br /&gt;- Oil blotting sheets are freakishly expensive.&lt;br /&gt;- I love my grandma. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Today, we were standing in line holding two items. Everyone else had full carts. The lady in front of me felt bad and let us cut. &lt;3 You're amazing, lady. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Dance shoes suck. -_-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-801567804303971876?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/801567804303971876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-cleverness-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/801567804303971876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/801567804303971876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-cleverness-of-me.html' title='Oh, the cleverness of me! :)'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2019847769666872872</id><published>2009-11-20T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:49:08.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice boxes.</title><content type='html'>I wish I had a positive affect(effect?) on people. I'm not good with words, so I don't know how to comfort people. If you're looking for comfort, don't look for it around me. Sure, I empathize, sympathize but I can't express it through words. I'll just give you short word answers or make you feel crummier. Even if I'm lively, it seems like everything I touch withers and dies. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like bawling my eyes out, ripping my hair out, and throw everything. I ate some lunch today, but I'm dryheaving. I'm coughing like hell, and trying to puke out nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to step out of my room right now.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's mad at me because I'm getting sick and not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It comes and it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my little brother, JJ, a few minutes ago. He was a big fat lump underneath a blanket. He talked about how he wished all of us (Jenn, me, jr, and him) were wizards. He proceeded to chant spells from Harry Potter. That made my day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2019847769666872872?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2019847769666872872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/juice-boxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2019847769666872872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2019847769666872872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/juice-boxes.html' title='Juice boxes.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8539418257176044755</id><published>2009-11-19T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:19:48.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sick of November.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want college applications to be over, personal statements, and senior year to be over. Let's rewind. I rather deal with junior year all over again then this month. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;It's only a simply edit for my personal statement.&lt;br /&gt;I am SO TIRED of rereading it over and over again. BLAH. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for having a class where I can work on it&lt;br /&gt;but this month just bothers me... a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a failure.&lt;br /&gt;'Scuse me and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max limit for PS - 1000 words.&lt;br /&gt;Words I began with - 1800 words&lt;br /&gt;Halfway editing - 1500 words&lt;br /&gt;Done editing - 1700 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really now?&lt;br /&gt;I have less than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more shoes.&lt;br /&gt;This year all I've been wearing are chucks, chucks, and a few flats here and there.&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through flickr.&lt;br /&gt;I saw these GORGEOUS pair of flats.&lt;br /&gt;It made me miss flats, even though they make your feet all sweaty and nasty.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw these pair of satin black peeptoe pumps. Now, I wish I was shorter so I have a good excuse to wear heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:15.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want your money, I want change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy around 9'oclock. Now I'm wide awake. I don't have the motivation to study for spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a trig test today. I had a callnote from Sac State. I chose my test over Sac State. I better have gotten an A on it. Please and thank you. This is the first time since my sophomore year I've been doing good in math, understanding the material and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my physics homework. He didn't collect it. I measured all the sides of the triangle. He told us we didn't need it. 15 minutes later, he told us to measure them.&lt;br /&gt;He resorted to artsy-stuff. (No offense, Victoria.) Physics was a head-banging experience today, literally, on a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap today after two weeks of going without one.&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 45 minutes cause I had 5 pillows stacked on each other. Ohwhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough randomness for one night.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, for really this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8539418257176044755?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8539418257176044755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-sick-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8539418257176044755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8539418257176044755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-sick-of-november.html' title='I am so sick of November.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8840104245279632764</id><published>2009-11-18T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:52:27.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Hear Your Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQjcJBGIFsA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQjcJBGIFsA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain just now has stopped&lt;br /&gt;The smell of asphalt is floating around the city&lt;br /&gt;Hey, over there too, the weather is fine already right?&lt;br /&gt;For the weather has cleared up from the west&lt;br /&gt;Since you’re not a morning person&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, will you be able to wake up properly?&lt;br /&gt;I’m still worried about things like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spreading sky, the freedom&lt;br /&gt;Although neither of them has changed&lt;br /&gt;Right now, just that… it’s only just that you are not by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;If we become honest, surely&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be able to understand each other&lt;br /&gt;Please open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;The path we have come is, for us, definitely&lt;br /&gt;An important STEP to that future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met you was&lt;br /&gt;Around this season right?&lt;br /&gt;The light up street was&lt;br /&gt;Glowing beautifully&lt;br /&gt;The crybaby-you, from that time on, often&lt;br /&gt;Laid your forehead on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You were crying right? That extreme warmth&lt;br /&gt;From your touch on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone lives, carrying his own worry&lt;br /&gt;Desperately holding his broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you voice&lt;br /&gt;If we become more kind&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be able to love each other&lt;br /&gt;Don’t avert my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get over those entwined anxieties and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of this moment become our bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Since you went away hasn’t been the same&lt;br /&gt;In my heart all I got is pain&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I played a game to lose you, I can’t maintain&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight moonlight you lit my life realize in the night&lt;br /&gt;while love shines bright&lt;br /&gt;Cant let you go we’re meant forever baby let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past without you, Can’t forget you&lt;br /&gt;Letting me be the cloud hanging above me&lt;br /&gt;Raining on me missing you touch&lt;br /&gt;Nights get long and it’s hard to clutch&lt;br /&gt;We’re apart breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Its all for the best girl you’re my world&lt;br /&gt;In time my love unfurls&lt;br /&gt;He will then wait for you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;If we become honest, surely&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be able to understand each other&lt;br /&gt;Please open your heart&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;The path we have come is, for us, surely&lt;br /&gt;An important STEP to that future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8840104245279632764?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8840104245279632764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8840104245279632764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8840104245279632764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/let.html' title='Let Me Hear Your Voice'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-9179959307479260842</id><published>2009-11-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:14:56.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th</title><content type='html'>Happy 100th blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my room back yesterday, but since it's my 100th blog, I wanted to type out something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have anything special to type about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.... what's important right nooow.&lt;br /&gt;MY PROGRESS REPORT.&lt;br /&gt;PE - A&lt;br /&gt;H. Spanish 4 - A-&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Dance - A&lt;br /&gt;AP Literature - B&lt;br /&gt;Physics - A&lt;br /&gt;Trig - A+ (That's right!)&lt;br /&gt;AP Government - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma got on my back about my B, but whatever. I GOT AN A+ IN TRIG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, my dance teacher told us that we needed to perform at Pinole Senior Center.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if it was mandatory, she said our grade would drop a letter if we didn't. Blah! :[ Oh well, I get to see cute old people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I don't get a week off from school like everyone else. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I get to see my friends next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Belle and Denise Saturday, we went to Happy Sashimi. &lt;3 I love you guys, even though you're hella weird. :3 Thanks Denise for the jacket. I begged my mom to let me go. She set a curfew at 8. .___. I left around 6:30 pm. An hour and a half out? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise and I played Sherlock Holmes. She's the fat one! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting colder. I miss wearing shorts and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the clothing transition from warm fall to cold fall.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ridiculously awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter nailpolish is totally fab, but.... I hate the removal. Gosh darnit to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy random 100th posting folks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; goodnight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-9179959307479260842?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/9179959307479260842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/100th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9179959307479260842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9179959307479260842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/100th.html' title='100th'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7445638980451374422</id><published>2009-11-13T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:42:06.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Victoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/Sv4mK1Y6rtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cRpNITC5wbE/s1600-h/TeenageMutantNinjaTurtleCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403798570463309522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/Sv4mK1Y6rtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cRpNITC5wbE/s320/TeenageMutantNinjaTurtleCake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You big 'ole fart. :D Have an awesome one, you deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. I wish I could make you this cake. Unfortunately, I'm not that awesome/skilled. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7445638980451374422?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7445638980451374422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-victoria-you-big-ole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7445638980451374422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7445638980451374422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-victoria-you-big-ole.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/Sv4mK1Y6rtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cRpNITC5wbE/s72-c/TeenageMutantNinjaTurtleCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4286975261489898244</id><published>2009-11-11T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:41:47.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural.</title><content type='html'>SAT Subjects bombed. I don't really want to talk about it... at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my UC applications, and then I'm home free. Almost. Besides doing FAFSA, scholarships, and schoolwork. Whoever said senior year was a chill year, lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Supernatural this morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;My room is almost done, so I'll be back to my normal schedule of painting my nails, homework, chatting, and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is green and it's a bright green.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT. :D&lt;br /&gt;It says a lot about me (; instead of the gloomy blue-ish grey I've been stuck with the past year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-4286975261489898244?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/4286975261489898244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/supernatural.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4286975261489898244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4286975261489898244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/supernatural.html' title='Supernatural.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-4677065314988521222</id><published>2009-11-07T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:18:32.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-4677065314988521222?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/4677065314988521222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4677065314988521222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/4677065314988521222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1598539290079870986</id><published>2009-11-04T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:52:32.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction.</title><content type='html'>My room is under renovation, so I spend time in my living room/grandma's room, so no motivation or privacy at ALL. I only like doing in blogs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you once again blog when I get my room back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy November?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1598539290079870986?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1598539290079870986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1598539290079870986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1598539290079870986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-construction.html' title='Under construction.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2678279708461697855</id><published>2009-10-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:22:41.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering, once more.</title><content type='html'>I randomly thought of how I was able to stay in one class in elementary school. o__o; Now that I think of staying in one class for 8 hours of school, I would simply diiiiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my closet doors today. I found a piece of HAIRY, MOLDY gum. It was gross, but I felt he deserved a name. Victoria called him Fuzzy Lumpkins. Dear Fuzzy Lumpkins, you're the reason why closet door would never shut. I hope you have fun on your trip elsewhere. Love, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is colorblind. She thought this green color was pink. -_-; Aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many test/quizzes/essays, my head was in a headrush moment all day, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to take my nap either because I was busy painting.&lt;br /&gt;At least I did a majority of my important homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike school at the moment, blog. :( I can't wait until this weekend. I hate how teachers cram everything in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I got my SFState application question answered, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying though because I didn't want to be too late for the SFState meeting, that I rushed through my essay and couldn't concentrate properly on it. Ugh, damn and my application mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Just finished my application for a job.&lt;br /&gt;Night, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2678279708461697855?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2678279708461697855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/wondering-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2678279708461697855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2678279708461697855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/wondering-once-more.html' title='Wondering, once more.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8145668147586525274</id><published>2009-10-25T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:04:46.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez. Really now?</title><content type='html'>Just because I don't speak Khmer well doesn't mean I don't understand it; I do, perfectly well.&lt;br /&gt;Damn fucking old tarts. No need to fucking shame my brothers or me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8145668147586525274?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8145668147586525274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/geez-really-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8145668147586525274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8145668147586525274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/geez-really-now.html' title='Geez. Really now?'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1120419809308044891</id><published>2009-10-23T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:10:16.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend &amp; Sibling Adoration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/SuKoLY28phI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0EjRlIGqk3w/s1600-h/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396060217148220946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/SuKoLY28phI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0EjRlIGqk3w/s320/IMG_1897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a spiffy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got to sleep in 45 minutes because of no A period, but I still had to stop by at the gym to tell my teacher I was "here" for A period. He ended up not being there so blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I ate my sandwich in senoras class. Finished my work on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Talked to Alameda about me being here on time. Dance class, chilled and listened to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Read in all 3rd period. Found new things about The Metamorphosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rally period, went to the library with Victoria and ventured around. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lunch period, walked around. I pigged out like a mofo. Victoria was spazzy. o__o; &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Physics, finished my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Trig. I actually paid attention and triiiiied. Stayed after a bit to get some more explanations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- APGov. Read essays, took notes. Malina LAST minute told me she was going to visit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Parade. Really quick, but kudos to the floats. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Peets Coffee for the first time ever. My mocha freddo(?) was okaaay. Mocha latte&gt;mocha freddo. Discovered the taste of real, coffee&amp;amp;milk only coffee. I died a bit inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Malina picked me up, yaay! Along with Marilyn and Amenda. Bum drank my drink. Trader Joes to get munchies. Munched on munchies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Got home, Malina raided my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sallys! GOT NAILPOLISHES FOR PEOPLEEE and myself. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Learned how to tie a tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Spazzed out on my brothers HP costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Now i'm here, haaaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1120419809308044891?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1120419809308044891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-sibling-adoration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1120419809308044891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1120419809308044891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-sibling-adoration.html' title='Friend &amp; Sibling Adoration.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/SuKoLY28phI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0EjRlIGqk3w/s72-c/IMG_1897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8485670820113574665</id><published>2009-10-22T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:51:27.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Love About Nightmares</title><content type='html'>Is that they seem to stretch for a long, long time. Especially when you only have 3 hours of sleep, it makes it seem like 10 hours. Hellish? I suppose so, but when you wake up, you're wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where I put my purse in a crane machine and two hours later, my purse was gone. I asked the worker who took it and he shrugged and all he gave me was the 80 bucks that was in my wallet telling me it was the person wanting to give it back. But they still took my wallet, purse, digicam, and phone. -_-; I was more devastated with that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a nightmare about a stalker in my house trying to find me and kill me. I've been having a lot of dreams about that. Everytime I attempt to talk to the police, my voice fails on me. Even though it was only a 45 minute sleep, it seemed like forever. It was great, oddly enough. I knew I was dreaming so I was floating in and out of dream world. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I still sleeptalk. All my dreams consist of me not talking, if I do. It's the most painful thing ever to get my voice out. I remember also having a dream about confronting my cousin about shit, well... it was painful to talk but I did get words through. I just wonder if I was shouting it in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8485670820113574665?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8485670820113574665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-love-about-nightmares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8485670820113574665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8485670820113574665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-love-about-nightmares.html' title='What I Love About Nightmares'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2520295076054546312</id><published>2009-10-22T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:56:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal</title><content type='html'>is fantastic at night. :) Special K with Strawberries if my new favorite now. &lt;3 Replacing Honey Bunches of Oats with Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't have any homework today (If I do, it's probably not due until Monday) I still feel crappy. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No A period tomorrow, so maybe then I can get spiffied up a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;Makeup? Maybe. I haven't worn any at ALL this year for school considering I wake up 20 minutes before A period starts and then I get all sweaty and grimey then my makeup is all smooshy and smudged. I rather not risk that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it when I look so different with it on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go extremely light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is end of the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOO. I still have B's! FDKLGJD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2520295076054546312?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2520295076054546312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/cereal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2520295076054546312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2520295076054546312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/cereal.html' title='Cereal'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1903416415212160126</id><published>2009-10-21T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:28:24.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was something special.</title><content type='html'>As I'm writing my personal statement, I can't help but feel like a failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't joined many clubs at all.&lt;br /&gt;I barely have any community service hours.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a "leader" in my community.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain 'ole whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I took a 3 hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of working Saturday, but nah. Maybe it'll just be a chill day. I'll work on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1903416415212160126?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1903416415212160126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-was-something-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1903416415212160126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1903416415212160126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-i-was-something-special.html' title='I wish I was something special.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-9197442932877266054</id><published>2009-10-21T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:43:24.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fkjds;</title><content type='html'>Killer massive headaches these past few days. My head is freakishly heavy when I wake up each morning, I contemplate whether I should go to school or not. I conclude that when I wash my face I'll wake up and the headache will go away, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to school I go, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-9197442932877266054?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/9197442932877266054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/fkjds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9197442932877266054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/9197442932877266054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/fkjds.html' title='fkjds;'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3119443864693739932</id><published>2009-10-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:32:24.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating.</title><content type='html'>I hate the idea of myself not understanding anything (if I try, that is)&lt;br /&gt;I tried in Physics. Really, I still do.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S THE MOST FRUSTRATING CLASS EVER, I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APLit is driving me nuts. I'm at an 83%. Bye bye wishful 4.0. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASKLFJASKGLDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-3119443864693739932?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3119443864693739932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3119443864693739932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3119443864693739932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrating.html' title='Frustrating.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-5237670215297734961</id><published>2009-10-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:03:22.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked.</title><content type='html'>My nails are going to be lacquer-less tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to feel so naked and exposed.&lt;br /&gt;My nails are all... yellow and stained.&lt;br /&gt;I re-did my nails... Saturday, but I didn't like them at all, so I removed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I became occupied with Halloweentown movies, Phineas and Ferb marathon, and Hannah Montana marathon. I haven't watched TV in forever. Thankfully I stopped watching TV for awhile, these shows these days are ADDICTING. (You gotta admit, Hannah Montana is catchy, well when you first start watching it anyway.) I have a love for Phineas and Ferb and Wizards of Waverly Place. Yes, Disney is the only kid channel on my lack-of-channels-tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't like adult shows like.... I DON'T KNOW. House? Is that what Pan&amp;Denise watch all the time? But then again, I've never watched it, so I can't judge. I like Supernatural though, only if I watch it with someone. I'll get chickened out if I watch it all by my lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing watching TV at... 9. I took a shower cleaned up, waxed off my effin eyebrows again. (I'm wayyy too impatient to pluck, failure.) Because I'm so impatient, I end up waxing, then end up taking off more than I need to on my eyebrows so they look funny, once more. Karma, I tell you. Then I did a majority of my homework! (cept physics, booo. forget it.) Now I'mn blogging. It's 11:03 pm now I'll go to bed now after I read a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't lose my other mitten, otherwise I won't expose these naked babies *holds up fingernails* to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-5237670215297734961?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/5237670215297734961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5237670215297734961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/5237670215297734961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked.html' title='Naked.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1995680436260626465</id><published>2009-10-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:53:46.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbaaaloooo</title><content type='html'>I just realized, the end of the quarter is coming up and I still have B's on my report card. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I finished my first college application. SFSU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go with Denise, unfortunately. :[ What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up staying with the kids all day watching Disney Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate filing my nails, it gives my nails a rough feeling. (which it is spose to) but I hatehatehate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go nail polish shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming up soon. Anyone need someone to do their nails for their costume? =D I'M DOING VICTORIA'S NAILS!!!!!!! FINALLLLLYYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1995680436260626465?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1995680436260626465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/bubbaaaloooo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1995680436260626465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1995680436260626465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/bubbaaaloooo.html' title='Bubbaaaloooo'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1269639499745685214</id><published>2009-10-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:56:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Day Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&amp; it's already Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I spent the day with the three munchkins, playing outside and watching tv and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Ratatouille. I love that mooovie.&lt;br /&gt;I order pizza since there wasn't any food in the house and my parents freaked when they got home. &gt;___&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'm able to get out todaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1269639499745685214?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1269639499745685214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1269639499745685214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1269639499745685214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-day-weekend.html' title='3 Day Weekend.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-3552716835363354899</id><published>2009-10-13T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:08:48.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aF5tisuEMRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aF5tisuEMRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/2961946069239661932-3552716835363354899?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/3552716835363354899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3552716835363354899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/3552716835363354899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7589161519122229649</id><published>2009-10-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:22:13.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss Off.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, my weight is MY weight. I know I eat a lot, let's just drop it at that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention my weight, my fat, or anything related to that if all you're going to do is tell me to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO DON'T REALIZE HOW DAMAGING IT CAN BE TO FREQUENTLY REMIND PEOPLE HOW FAT THEY ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I'm not stick-skinny like those models.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I would pick a burger over a plain salad anyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I need 2 - 3 meals daily.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for wanting to look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder why my self-esteem is so low.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're joking.&lt;br /&gt;There are only a FEW people that can joke about my eating habits and weight&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they most likely know who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7589161519122229649?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7589161519122229649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/piss-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7589161519122229649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7589161519122229649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/piss-off.html' title='Piss Off.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-286539846825288303</id><published>2009-10-10T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:34:17.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Look On The Brightside.</title><content type='html'>SATs are over. :] Who's relieved? I am. Now just next month.... subject reasoning tests.&lt;br /&gt;I was okay until it got to the 3rd hour. My butt was dying little by little.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle? How did your butt hurt when you have all that fluff there?&lt;br /&gt;Fluff deflates at times especially when youre on it for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, going out with Malina and see people. :] Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Getting my costume at Denise's workplace? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're only as tall as your heart will let you be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're only as small as the world will make you seem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the going gets rough and you feel like you may fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look on the brightside - you're roughly six feet tall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-286539846825288303?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/286539846825288303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-look-on-brightside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/286539846825288303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/286539846825288303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-look-on-brightside.html' title='Just Look On The Brightside.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-8614474333661710711</id><published>2009-10-08T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:03:30.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling off lately. I dread a majority of my classes now. Scratch that, all of them. I feel stupid because I can't seem to write a proper thesis for an essay about a book. I've been dead tired too. I come home, eat, pull out whatever homework, then plop on bed and fall asleep. I woke up in two to three hours with a huge headache. Am I getting too much sleep? I don't know anymore. I can't wait until after Saturday. Dreaded SATs. I need to purchase the chem&amp;amp;lit SAT subject books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-8614474333661710711?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/8614474333661710711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8614474333661710711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/8614474333661710711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/venting.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-7894029222060159326</id><published>2009-10-06T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:03:07.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messiness.</title><content type='html'>I miss how messy my room was.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, everything was easier to find&lt;br /&gt;Because it was THAT messy for THAT long.&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but maybe two weeks or so?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let anyone help me clean my room ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I know the thing I'm looking for will turn up in the most obvious, stupidest place ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-7894029222060159326?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/7894029222060159326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/messiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7894029222060159326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/7894029222060159326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/messiness.html' title='Messiness.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2763076407493341555</id><published>2009-10-04T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:22:01.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Me With Your Best Shot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_050.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.onion-club.net/images/avatars/gallery/onion/A_050.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend went by pretty slow. Well, saturday, it did. My weekend was basically Harry Potter-filled. Not that I minded, however. :] Spent nice, quality time with my baby brothers. I love me some Ronald Weasley. :) Calvin and Christine came over yesterday. I really dislike how I'm so awkward. WHY AM I SO AWKWARD? :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT's in 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;Interact Picnic with Malina Sunday. I get to see my friends again! :) I hope she doesn't cancel and that I'm able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike my blogs being picture-less. I have a camera, but I don't take a lot of pictures. Whywhywhywhy? :[ Onion heads are total love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't much of anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2763076407493341555?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2763076407493341555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2763076407493341555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2763076407493341555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html' title='Hit Me With Your Best Shot.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-2830667720758574825</id><published>2009-10-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:04:47.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October! :)</title><content type='html'>Although October is CSU application month, SAT month, and when the weather finally kicks in as fall... it's also... HALLOWEEN MONTH! Halloween = dress up time = fun time with the kids. :) I hope I get to go shopping for new costumes. YAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/SsV6ZArEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/1uGPWWLOnjc/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/SsV6ZArEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/1uGPWWLOnjc/s200/Snapshot_20091001_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387847099314628434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much today. I finally got my haircut, once more. No one in my family really likes it, but who cares. After the haircut, when I showered, I put my hair into a shampoo mohawk. I've never felt so spiffy. I take these pictures on my webcam to show my sister and Malina. I never know what faces to make. o__o Smiling seems a bit off, but frowning is a nono. Hello, squishy faces. :] The awkwardest of them all, but it seems to fit, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I barely have homework this week. I feel so chill. Friday tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;8 more days until SAT!&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for SAT subject tests. Hello Literature and Chemistry. They don't relate at all, but that's okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm doing pretty okay in my classes, either understanding everything, maintaining a high grade, or even both. I just hope it runs this smoothly the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cept that ONE class pissed the hell out of me today. The one class I was looking forward to my entire highschool career just got ruined. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I sleep early tonight. I wasn't able to sleep last night. I need to take advantage of these no-homework nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-2830667720758574825?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/2830667720758574825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2830667720758574825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/2830667720758574825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html' title='October! :)'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/SsV6ZArEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/1uGPWWLOnjc/s72-c/Snapshot_20091001_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1309387046469133355</id><published>2009-09-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:07:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pewpewpew.</title><content type='html'>Today was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get moved in math. I talk too much in there, not all my fault though. The people around me need help, so they ask me because Sanders is busy helping out the people on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my F21 order in. I was pretty happy that I got it but my mom killed my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks I have some secretive boyfriend who I'm using for his money. Thanks mom. I'm glad you believe I'm like that. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been listening to my night-convos? Then she'll know I'm helping people with their homework. She should actually listen to the conversation rather than hear the deepness of the voice on the other line. She needs to accept the fact that I make better friends with guys than girls. (with the exception of the superduper awesome girls that I can get along with with no problem whatsoever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use explaining it to her. She's only concerned with herself and family's benefits. If I explain to her that I'm helping them with their homework, she'll be like DON'T HELP THEM, THEY SHOULDN'T BE BOTHERING YOU. LET THEM DO IT BY THEMSELVES, YOU SHOULD BE CONCERNED WITH YOURSELF ONLY. &amp; she's supposedly a believer in karma. No wonder she's so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom &amp; all, but she's absolutely irrational and hypocritical. (I guess this is where I get my hypocrisy from.) If she continues thinking that I'm some friggen easy golddigger, I'm getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-did my nails again for like the 3rd time this week. I'm pretty pleased with them this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test tomorrow, kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish test tomorrow, I'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take my daily nap today.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, back freshman year, I always wondered how my sister fell asleep with a bajillion stuff on her bed in her junior and senior year. I've come to realize, you just don't give a damn anymore. Hello spanish notebook, reading book, water bottle, nail polish, mp3 player, straightener, and stuffed animals. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of September.&lt;br /&gt;October = college apps.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1309387046469133355?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1309387046469133355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/09/pewpewpew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1309387046469133355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1309387046469133355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/09/pewpewpew.html' title='Pewpewpew.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961946069239661932.post-1264843131679928669</id><published>2009-09-29T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:51:20.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the happiest girl today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/stevc00l/Onion%20Head/hiphiphip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:none;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/stevc00l/Onion%20Head/hiphiphip.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad335/Scrapedia/Onion-Head/Onion-Head-Smiley-Avatars-141-scrap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:none;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad335/Scrapedia/Onion-Head/Onion-Head-Smiley-Avatars-141-scrap.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because I got a 98 out of 100 on my trig test.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not failing trig anymoooooooooooore~ :D&lt;br /&gt;*dances*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961946069239661932-1264843131679928669?l=xmichellie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/feeds/1264843131679928669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-happiest-girl-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1264843131679928669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961946069239661932/posts/default/1264843131679928669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmichellie.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-happiest-girl-today.html' title='I&apos;m the happiest girl today.'/><author><name>Michellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04714030338394743756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgI4RodVaNY/S3twSOX60AI/AAAAAAAAANI/4_yEtBfBxNE/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/stevc00l/Onion%20Head/th_hiphiphip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
