<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:53.855-07:00</updated><category term='art'/><category term='alex'/><category term='vanilla shaq'/><category term='ivy'/><category term='nastiness'/><category term='jake'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'>there is a high price to being amazing, but buddies help along the way</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-5264477260258495547</id><published>2009-05-08T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:41:20.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellaneous commentaries and thoughts that just pop into my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buy 12 pair of hose, and get the 13th free!!! Who has that many pairs of hose (or even one pair), let alone buys that many at a time? WHAT DUMB PERSON THOUGHT THAT THAT WAS A GOOD MARKETING STRATEGY?? Well, we can't expect the world to completely purge hose. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE MUSICAL!! HA! SING FOR JOY!!! And since the year's almost over Women's Chorus is done, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daddy-Daughter Dance was last night and the kids look soooo cute in the pictures!!! However, one girl crossed her eyes in a picture and the way she smiled in the next picture made her look mischievous, which she actually is. But I heard it was good and Madison still looked the cutest, but I might be biased. No Will or Owen either. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian Revolution + children's TV show presentation + 6th graders is boulnd to = DISASTER!! Oh well! At least it'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had Pixi Stix and Mountain Dew!!! Can you say sugar overload?&lt;br /&gt;La la la,&lt;br /&gt;Em (or Emilia, depending on who it is (grrrrrrr))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-5264477260258495547?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5264477260258495547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=5264477260258495547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5264477260258495547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5264477260258495547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/miscellaneous-commentaries-and-thoughts.html' title='miscellaneous commentaries and thoughts that just pop into my head'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3104955717996160924</id><published>2009-05-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:08:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StEaLtH mOvEs Of MiNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EHMAGAWD!! Can you get any other games? Cuz' I am the worst pac-man player on the face of the earth. Anyway, I have an evil plan to achieve the goal by my birthday, but it involves minorly slandering you, but you've done enough especially when you pegged him with that ball during gym...Anyway, I think it'll work. It's pretty clever and it should be a good way to get **insider info**. (insert stealth theme song here) I also think that me and Michelle's Russian rulers song/dance could possibly video taped and posted. There were enough 7th graders staring at us who saw, so what's a few more people? Besides, we're gonna end up doing it in front of the entire class. That should be fun! Can anyone do one of those wolf whistles? hardee har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3104955717996160924?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3104955717996160924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3104955717996160924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3104955717996160924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3104955717996160924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/stealth-moves-of-mine.html' title='StEaLtH mOvEs Of MiNe'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-5306122084217838067</id><published>2009-04-10T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:11:42.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On those sheets they pass out they say that Hill Heroes is the same place and time as fifth grade orientation. TYPO!!!!! I think orientation should be at 7:00 P.m. not a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-5306122084217838067?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5306122084217838067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=5306122084217838067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5306122084217838067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5306122084217838067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/typo.html' title='typo'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1432250621171471041</id><published>2009-04-05T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:10:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rode Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gawd: I barely survived spring break. Planning passover sedar and sleepover for when sis is at someone's birthday party. Debating what to wear for Hill Heroes (my entire family--including me--is wondering how I pulled that one off). Praying that it is on the same day as Women's Chorus so I have an excuse and can sleep for an extra ten minutes. During spring break we were doing so much stuff I didn't have any time by myself. Butt hurts from horseback riding at the Kentucky Horse Park. (evil saddle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1432250621171471041?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1432250621171471041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1432250621171471041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1432250621171471041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1432250621171471041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-rode-dream.html' title='I rode Dream'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-5599890986840823908</id><published>2009-03-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:42:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAH! No i don't think maren has any friends. I'm sorry matthew is a perv. Sleepover. Probably at becky's becuase i have a hair cut at 9:00 AM on saturday although my mom said she could pick me up from a sleepover. What to do? What to watch? ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the guys on my bus like to strip! EWWWWWWWWWWWW! Not semi-naked guys in general, just THOSE guys. Ew. Then one guy put his phone in his pants and it looked like he had a ... well ... you know, boner. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-5599890986840823908?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5599890986840823908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=5599890986840823908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5599890986840823908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5599890986840823908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hah-no-i-dont-think-maren-has-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1885618845960441901</id><published>2009-03-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:50:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintballing and Photoshoots and Fountain Pens- LMAO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uggggh. Matthew is a peeeeeeeeeeerv. Anyway maybe we should do paintballing... My house is unavailable this Friday due to parents going to poker and it won't work out if we sneak because my mom enjoys talking to other moms. You know how me Rickey and Becky had linked arms but got stopped by that bar. Well in the chaos I frickin cut my hand. And it stings. And yes I am your self motivation because I have a feeling that I'm the only one in our gym class who has it. And btw, you did not respond to my first question. Maren almost bought my sweater and I was like pshaw you shouldn't because I look so much better in it. Hee hee. Does she have any friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1885618845960441901?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1885618845960441901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1885618845960441901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1885618845960441901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1885618845960441901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/paintballing-and-photoshoots-and.html' title='Paintballing and Photoshoots and Fountain Pens- LMAO!!!!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3175065659980814438</id><published>2009-03-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:05:06.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY READ YOUR POST</title><content type='html'>yes. I RSVP yes to movies.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew threw the pencil case at your butt.&lt;br /&gt;Is it your time of the month (2:10)?&lt;br /&gt;Movies: Mean Girls and Nick and Norah?&lt;br /&gt;luvs u lots,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3175065659980814438?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3175065659980814438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3175065659980814438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3175065659980814438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3175065659980814438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-read-your-post.html' title='FINALLY READ YOUR POST'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-455180360854537166</id><published>2009-03-17T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:18:32.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rsvp or rip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Répondez s'il vous plaît?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; And you better please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-455180360854537166?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/455180360854537166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=455180360854537166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/455180360854537166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/455180360854537166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/rsvp-or-rip.html' title='rsvp or rip'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4661077678450351723</id><published>2009-03-16T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:48:01.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria's secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;About what you said this morning @ the beginning of the immigration thing- to which a lot of the class responded rudely to? True or full of shiznut or padded like VS bras? Plz tell. Plan of action: will meet. will act like my crazy self, which should be torture enough. will go from there. Should be fun. We should either do this at the mall or go bowling or something. A place where we can all talk and goof around. Movies = sitting in the dark for a long time, barely talking, until my tailbone hurts a lot (evil tire swing that I miss soooo much). So duh-viously movies are not the best plan of action...unless you want me complaining more than i did when i had to pee in gym today...Let's just say it could get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly.&lt;/span&gt; Too bad I'm missing track. I was more of a long distance runner anyway. At least the fast running makes up for the slow swimming. lolz. It's 8:40 and my mommy still hasn't come home. I asked her to buy more hangers and i doubt that's gonna happen. My sister also got frustrated/angry and attacked the mouse. Now it doesn't work right and has some suspicious dents in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs &lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We may never know who threw that pencil case at my butt. Ugggh. Perv. Unless it's Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Friday's Hilltopper. Which means: DA DADA DA... MOVIE NIGHT!!! What should we all do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4661077678450351723?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4661077678450351723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4661077678450351723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4661077678450351723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4661077678450351723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/victorias-secret.html' title='Victoria&apos;s secret'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-9069922923949296981</id><published>2009-03-10T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:55:23.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make up (nawt the kind caked on some people)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still trying to make up all that crap i missed in addition to making up what i missed during make up... GAWD MUST THEY MAKE THIS SOOOOOO COMPLICATED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-9069922923949296981?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9069922923949296981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=9069922923949296981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/9069922923949296981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/9069922923949296981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-up-nawt-kind-caked-on-some-people.html' title='make up (nawt the kind caked on some people)'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7832915686175729252</id><published>2009-03-06T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:56:41.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALALALALALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH HOLY SMACK EMILY CAME OUT TO PLAY!!! I PICKED UP MELISSA AND WALKED HOME AFTER WE HAD PLAYED UNTIL 4:15. IT WAS FUN AND I HOPE WE CAN DOOSE IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING OUTSIDE JUST MADE ME ALL HAPPY EXCEPT I FORGOT MY ENGLISH BOOK :(&lt;br /&gt;EM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7832915686175729252?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7832915686175729252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7832915686175729252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7832915686175729252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7832915686175729252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/lalalalalalala.html' title='LALALALALALALA'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8822589388184851428</id><published>2009-03-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:49:59.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I have a sinus infection. I don't feel good and I might actually have to go back to school tomorrow. If you get on my nerves I will sneeze/cough on you, so I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suggest &lt;/span&gt;to everyone to be on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt; side. I am not being rude or grouchy, just sick. So deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-8822589388184851428?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8822589388184851428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8822589388184851428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8822589388184851428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8822589388184851428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sniffle.html' title='sniffle'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2269954071384003447</id><published>2009-03-04T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:02:03.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>Rickey</title><content type='html'>Hey Rickey, welcome to the blog. Its ivy aka alyssa. Welcome please read and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - EMILY i hope your feeling better. jennifer told us you have strep, a headache and a fever. Feel better soon and have fun making up the ISATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for u RICKEY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309530258410627858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 88px; height: 88px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/Sa89o5DA4xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TB8xpVFHp5c/s320/th_jb-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2269954071384003447?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2269954071384003447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2269954071384003447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2269954071384003447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2269954071384003447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/rickey.html' title='Rickey'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/Sa89o5DA4xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TB8xpVFHp5c/s72-c/th_jb-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4473610518946066318</id><published>2009-03-04T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:22:36.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>umm...confused</title><content type='html'>i don't feel good and what updates have you gotten cuz i don't see anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4473610518946066318?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4473610518946066318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4473610518946066318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4473610518946066318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4473610518946066318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummconfused.html' title='umm...confused'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-80735578310440596</id><published>2009-02-26T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:30:41.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEEEEEEELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My friends are in CHAOS!!! GAWD, SOMEONE HELP ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-80735578310440596?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/80735578310440596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=80735578310440596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/80735578310440596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/80735578310440596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/heeeeeeeelp.html' title='HEEEEEEEELP'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4117582615524534812</id><published>2009-02-22T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:41:34.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suck awn it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm going to an amazing concert and ur not so you can all suck on it and my first at solo and ensemble. Science test and musical audition. And the concert is all the way at Northwestern- what a haul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~3^^1!`/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4117582615524534812?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4117582615524534812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4117582615524534812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4117582615524534812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4117582615524534812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/suck-awn-it.html' title='suck awn it'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-54157810425970278</id><published>2009-02-21T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:39:06.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>Hell or Glory</title><content type='html'>So I have a boyfriend and I am really happy. Cue the dreamy sigh. I'm sure by the end of the week emily and everybody else will be sick of me but whatever. Emily: good luck finding out who likes Katrina and I mean that in a nice way. And BTW I don't like everyone, just a select few before and now ONE. Emily is also supposedly going to see Mall Cop so she might review it IDk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hell or glory/i don't want anything in between"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS you can try to guess the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-54157810425970278?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/54157810425970278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=54157810425970278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/54157810425970278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/54157810425970278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-or-glory.html' title='Hell or Glory'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3481175026121575320</id><published>2009-02-20T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:09:56.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt-er</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey yo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lawk you out. THERE IS NO WAY I WILL EVER BUTTER UP EVAN (cudone). NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER.There's no way. I don't need to know that bad, but in due time Katrina will know. And I know Chelsea likes to tell people things, but it's so weird that she doesn't want to tell Katrina. Something's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; fishy. And knowing everyone, we may never find out. And you pry didn't ask um him about his offer. And I will only do anything if this person happens to have an amazing personality and is not completely moronic like everyone else we know. I don't care. I'm perfectly happy skipping around with my best friends who also happen to not like anyone (ish). I know Michelle doesn't and neither does the person I like... GAWD, I do like him. Exactly. AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt-er that,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3481175026121575320?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3481175026121575320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3481175026121575320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3481175026121575320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3481175026121575320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/butt-er.html' title='Butt-er'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4780854237990256991</id><published>2009-02-19T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:03:22.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pill Free</title><content type='html'>Ur guy skills aren't the best and I DON'T NEED MEDICATION!! And I talked to the person I liked about science. And his recent behavior. He didn't say much. Working on excessive hmwk. Budgeting for 6 hrs of sleep... 12am-6am GENIUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po Shizzle (ps) I never thought of him as the funny type: but everyone openly acknowledges the hilariousness of my *sigh* crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said if everyone's here and my powers of persuasion are in full swing I might explain everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4780854237990256991?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4780854237990256991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4780854237990256991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4780854237990256991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4780854237990256991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/pill-free.html' title='Pill Free'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-5191987739151123393</id><published>2009-02-19T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:33:43.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>Yes I will reply!</title><content type='html'>You know what would be the best? If you would just explain everything to me tomorrow. Please seriously I'm confused now. And I'm not the only one who needs to take a Prozac *cough..cough...emily*. So lets just try to make up and don't make fun of my guy skills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-5191987739151123393?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5191987739151123393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=5191987739151123393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5191987739151123393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5191987739151123393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-i-will-reply.html' title='Yes I will reply!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1948443164756651929</id><published>2009-02-19T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:30:01.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the true meaning of DEAD MEAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OMIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD! Just relax. It's NBD Miss I-have-amazing-guy-skills-and-they-come-to-me-for-advice-all-the-time. Just go with the flow. I have such an optimistic outlook that my life can be in shambles, but at the end of the day I'll still skip around outside. Have you ever thought about it like that? Tomorrow's another day and you'll get through it. You are human and human people have emotions, but sometimes you just gotta let those go. You should be more worried about what I'll do to you tomorrow and our huge amounts of hmwk. *UGGGGGGGGGH!*&lt;br /&gt;I bet you won't reply cuz it's sorta late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deader than that animal in the slaughterhouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1948443164756651929?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1948443164756651929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1948443164756651929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1948443164756651929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1948443164756651929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-meaning-of-dead-meat.html' title='the true meaning of DEAD MEAT'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-5550572535074910826</id><published>2009-02-19T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:14:58.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>I AM SUCKA!</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I will ask you know who if the offer is still up. And I am not agressive or loud all the time. Remember the sleepover? I wasn't loud or agressive the whole time. I'm glad you got you Meg Cabot book signed. : ) It's just that I'm so new to the whole boyfriend thing, I'm not sure what to do and I'm NERVOUS! There I said, I'm nervous. Em hate me all you want, call me anything but remember at the end of the day YOU AND I are still human. You have no idea what my life is like, for better or for worse. Don't judge. And before you start the whole "practice what you preach" thing, I'm working on it too. I just wish that you could be more clear. Nothing mean, just clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-5550572535074910826?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5550572535074910826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=5550572535074910826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5550572535074910826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5550572535074910826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-sucka.html' title='I AM SUCKA!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6175696145367178006</id><published>2009-02-19T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:14:14.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPLY TO THIS SUCKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shove that up ur who ha. Tomorrow if everyone is here maybe we will tell you. And I'm not the rude one in this situation, Miss I'm-not-happy-unless-i'm-yelling-or-being-aggresive. And me and Katrina whisper because it's funnier that way. Besides I can't always blab all of my thoughts out loud to everyone. Who knows who might hear? And I will consider the offer you made in gym (i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;f you still wanna offer it). Besides, I kinda like the person I like but not really. And Er-ick yelled safety because of Momo (lauging spasm) because of our bowling trip. Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee. Gawd, that was the best. Anyway, what we whisper is NBD. Just random thoughts and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Boxers, math test, people who should do what they preach... And besides I thought you were super happy because of ur boyfriend. Why would there be anything bad going on? If I were that happy, I'd be so hyper I wouldn't sleep for a week... Leave a draft if you don't wanna post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Meg Cabot signed my All-American girl- photo follows AAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AAAAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SZ4DriXrkmI/AAAAAAAAADk/jr2pc7yN4Mw/s1600-h/img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SZ4DriXrkmI/AAAAAAAAADk/jr2pc7yN4Mw/s320/img016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304681457584411234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6175696145367178006?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6175696145367178006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6175696145367178006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6175696145367178006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6175696145367178006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/reply-to-this-sucka.html' title='REPLY TO THIS SUCKA'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SZ4DriXrkmI/AAAAAAAAADk/jr2pc7yN4Mw/s72-c/img016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7171152254171964366</id><published>2009-02-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:55:27.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Really Emily? Deader? Hmmm... for someone with 100% on their explore tests I would have expected better. Dense am I? Maybe if you could just stop whispering and giggling to Katrina I might get it. But no. Sometimes it seems as though you don't come up for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to delete this post if it bothers you. It just so happens that I am going through some complicated shit right now and you are not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7171152254171964366?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7171152254171964366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7171152254171964366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7171152254171964366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7171152254171964366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2418748423726477682</id><published>2009-02-19T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:56:39.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGGGGGGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WELL ALYSSA MAYBE IF YOU WERE'NT SO DENSE YOU WOULD GET IT AND IF YOU SAY RUDE ONE MORE TIME YOU ARE DEADER THAN AN ANIMAL IN A SLAUGHTER HOUSE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2418748423726477682?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2418748423726477682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2418748423726477682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2418748423726477682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2418748423726477682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/uggggggh.html' title='UGGGGGGH'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4658921592282071576</id><published>2009-02-19T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:37:09.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>BOYFRIEND AND PISSED AT YOU</title><content type='html'>EMILY! Why are you so rude to me? I was so happy about getting a boyfriend then you HAD  to kill my buzz. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy because of the boyfriend and pissed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4658921592282071576?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4658921592282071576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4658921592282071576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4658921592282071576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4658921592282071576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/boyfriend-and-pissed-at-you.html' title='BOYFRIEND AND PISSED AT YOU'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7857041694169850436</id><published>2009-02-17T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:09:14.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERKHOLYBUTTCRACKPOOFACE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DO NAWT like him. At all. He just listens to me ramble about muffin poetry/rapping or screaming extremely loud in the lunch room because  scared me. Sometimes he doesn't even listen so... yeah. And besides I luv jerkholybuttcrackpooface. jk. maybe nawt. U'll just have to ask. See, I can totally lure you in so you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to listen to me talk about random stuff. There's a reason I called this blog Randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7857041694169850436?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7857041694169850436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7857041694169850436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7857041694169850436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7857041694169850436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/jerkholybuttcrackpooface.html' title='JERKHOLYBUTTCRACKPOOFACE!!!!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3964578386240917750</id><published>2009-02-17T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:41:05.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>NICOLET! NICOLET! NICOLET! NICOLET! NICOLET!</title><content type='html'>Hey all its ivy. I have a couple announcements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EMILY: i have NO idea what i did to bruise you. At this point i probably have more bruises than you.&lt;br /&gt;TO eVAN: Blog soon. Em enjoys it. No offense to em.&lt;br /&gt;TO MOMO: computers is very boring without you.&lt;br /&gt;TO NICOLET: i know you don't like being mentioned so HI&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;saner than last time,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3964578386240917750?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3964578386240917750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3964578386240917750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3964578386240917750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3964578386240917750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/nicolet-nicolet-nicolet-nicolet-nicolet.html' title='NICOLET! NICOLET! NICOLET! NICOLET! NICOLET!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-593292003450669526</id><published>2009-02-13T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:33:48.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red and Pink Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do M&amp;amp;M's count as sedation? And I wasn't freaked out that he was giving me a valentine. Not at all. I just kept on turning red because Soorya was like oh there you  go again. And w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hen people talk about turning red and look at me expecting me to do it, I can't help but do it, that's all. And there could very well be volleyball bruising. Aly, you are very rude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;P.S. I love you Michelle and you are my one and only Valentine! No cheating here, not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-593292003450669526?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/593292003450669526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=593292003450669526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/593292003450669526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/593292003450669526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-and-pink-love.html' title='Red and Pink Love'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1808735984526911495</id><published>2009-02-13T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:36:26.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>DAWG!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all its V Day and Emily has had nothing to worry about. She is FREAKING OUT about nothing. She is going to get the CUTEST valentine. Then I'm headed out of state folks for a trip with Becky. Its going to be, to quote vanilla shaq, OFF THE CHAIN, DAWG. FO SHIZZLE! MY EZZLE, DO RE MI FIZZLE SHIZZLE DIZZLE MIZZLE!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, um, sorry about that, I kinda went crazy. It was the sugar, I swear. It won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;No, wait, what are you doing, where did everyone go, you can't have my candy! NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;OK seriously i need to drink some calming noncaffinated tea and read a nice book.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!!!!!! whaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;(Emily: I've got her sedated now its OK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the definitely less than sane,&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1808735984526911495?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1808735984526911495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1808735984526911495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1808735984526911495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1808735984526911495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dawg.html' title='DAWG!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2490572032500688891</id><published>2009-02-08T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:04:56.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla shaq'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Shaq!</title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo vanilla shaq checkin back in. All day every day krunkin it up in here. Just came to holla at my homies. so c yalls on da southside. PEACE! Luvs you lots em e lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla shaq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2490572032500688891?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2490572032500688891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2490572032500688891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2490572032500688891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2490572032500688891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-yo-yo-vanilla-shaq-checkin-back-in.html' title='Vanilla Shaq!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7752988256487326596</id><published>2009-02-04T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:44:12.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Lunch Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am so busy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work to the wise: don't ever throw food. Ever. They take that very seriously. They also don't even warn you to stop. Psycho lunch lady. That's all I have to say. Also, I happen to be deaf and cannot read lips. That's not the biggest thing I've got working for me. Also, we have this formal paper due in two days and our teacher assigned it today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what has the world come to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm currently not mad at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7752988256487326596?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7752988256487326596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7752988256487326596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7752988256487326596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7752988256487326596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-busy-work-to-wise-dont-ever.html' title='Evil Lunch Ladies'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6594315308546485545</id><published>2009-01-23T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:13:38.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXpAE3f78yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qy2LdQYDRSU/s1600-h/img015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is my drawing in my SS notebook from the video. It took two periods  of video and a ten minute wait for my dad. It's about the only thing I can draw besides clothes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXpAE3f78yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qy2LdQYDRSU/s320/img015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294614764288996130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6594315308546485545?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6594315308546485545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6594315308546485545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6594315308546485545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6594315308546485545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-drawing.html' title='My Drawing'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXpAE3f78yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qy2LdQYDRSU/s72-c/img015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3867963535122934051</id><published>2009-01-20T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:46:36.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Comments??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dudes of the world: (and dudettes if you insist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We should all have a comment war!! It would be fun. I mean: has anyone ever had one besides me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, Alex, what are you doing? I haven't talked to you besides hey in like a week or two or whatever. P.S. Thanks to you, I have a special side trip to make to a certain place. I'm totally crazy is my response to what you'll say when you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also: act like a little kid. I mean, we all have to grow up eventually but that doesn't mean you can't take a break and act like a complete idiot. I'm outie! Hey: Ivs: what'd ya think of the award thing? At least Ms. O postponed until Thursday or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, Doves, and Frangos,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3867963535122934051?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3867963535122934051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3867963535122934051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3867963535122934051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3867963535122934051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/any-comments.html' title='Any Comments??'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7003399615444219265</id><published>2009-01-19T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:10:00.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUMB BUNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;EVIL MS. O'NEIL! EVIL SOCIAL STUDIES TEST! SHE COULD AT LEAST FINISH THE STUPID WAR AND REVIEW FOR THE STUPID STUPID TEST! URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7003399615444219265?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7003399615444219265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7003399615444219265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7003399615444219265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7003399615444219265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/dumb-bunny.html' title='DUMB BUNNY'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2462644748008246958</id><published>2009-01-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:53:39.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hi Happy Peoples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great that we got a snow day! I mean, finally! Everyone's been waiting for it all week. However, I wish that I could've finished the semester. I needed to finish some things for Com Arts/MMT a class that you do lame projects and goof around most of the time. Whatever, it's so cold. The temperature is below zero and the wind chill even further. People who are in Florida or some warmish Southern place are so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bowling. It was entertainment: especially the arcade. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha. Inside jokes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Sleeping In, Bowling, Ovens, and Movies and stuff:&lt;br /&gt;*hugs, snow hills, and hot cho* arcades and bowling balls, too&lt;br /&gt;SAFETY!!&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2462644748008246958?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2462644748008246958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2462644748008246958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2462644748008246958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2462644748008246958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!!!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4800531620720006169</id><published>2009-01-14T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:12:01.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Cho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They cancelled after school crap!!! Yay!! No being bored. Sometimes you just wanna go home or sleep in, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and hot chocolate*&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4800531620720006169?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4800531620720006169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4800531620720006169' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4800531620720006169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4800531620720006169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-cho.html' title='Hot Cho'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6985431606691324736</id><published>2009-01-13T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:36:14.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops! second time's the charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey Alex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Super sorry for ignoring you. Are we still friends? I haven't talked to you in a while. It might help if I didn't walk past you in the hallway, but it's weird talking to you at your locker while all the other little sixth graders stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*hugs for all*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6985431606691324736?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6985431606691324736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6985431606691324736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6985431606691324736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6985431606691324736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/ignore-me.html' title='Oops! second time&apos;s the charm'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6693338870193889170</id><published>2009-01-12T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:19:27.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>BAM! SNAPS! FAUX GHETTO?</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I guess I haven't posted in a while. EM and i had a sleepover and it was fun and dopey. We gave SOMEONE (starts with M and ends with AREN) the evil eye during her presentation and she stumbled. HA! That's what you get when you mess with em and ivy. BAM! and! also! SNAPS! Oh, and I might've accidentally looked at porn. NOT MY FAULT, no matter what em says. OH! I got a digital camera so prepare for lots of strange and funny photos coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck norris drives an ice cream truck covered in human skulls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6693338870193889170?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6693338870193889170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6693338870193889170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6693338870193889170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6693338870193889170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/bam-snaps-faux-ghetto.html' title='BAM! SNAPS! FAUX GHETTO?'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1823658066852150698</id><published>2009-01-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:18:22.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from the Mall</title><content type='html'>Hey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANGOS!!!!!! The most delicious and unimitatable things in the entire world. I finally bought some: just a small box for $3. I've only had three so far. Some people also happened to knock over lights and lock themselves out while two innocent teenage girls and one salesperson happenned to notice. Also, I am not Laura 34 C. Nor was I sharing a dressing room or accidentally looking at people who happen not to be wearing any clothes and i wasn't stalking two people or getting lost in a store with snapping ;) things, slutty things, that happens to be dark, stinky and really hard to not get lost in. With blue and green lip gloss and naked people or semi naked people wearing diapers. Ha ha. None of this gets mentioned at school, hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1823658066852150698?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1823658066852150698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1823658066852150698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1823658066852150698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1823658066852150698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/tales-from-mall.html' title='Tales from the Mall'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4404129778556159597</id><published>2009-01-09T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:18:53.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack me baby one more time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ummm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that my Christmas gift was pitched!! Um, okay, but that is confusing. Is it true?? Please respond. I don't care if you lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy, sleepover! I am working so hard to clean my room, but took a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the orthodontist: I only have to wear my retainers in the house! (which I do already, but who cares about the details?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simona, I am so getting revenge for the rumor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;smacking me in the face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go,&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4404129778556159597?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4404129778556159597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4404129778556159597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4404129778556159597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4404129778556159597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/smack-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='Smack me baby one more time!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8719525471045784658</id><published>2009-01-07T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:28:47.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused on copyrights. (c)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey all:&lt;br /&gt;  I'm confused about everything. If everyone would just tell the truth, or what they want or whatever, it would make me better. Last time this happened I was dazed for, like, a week. and now I don't really care because my all my regular, LOYAL, kind, and NICE friends are okay right now. That was really awkward after school. Thank you dad for coming to my rescue. I have no issues except for certain people and my people skills are PERFECTLY FINE!! Just clear it up, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And other people should maybe do their work at school and not watch videos about champagne towers be on a sight with "new boobs". But that is neither here nor there. And there's this trick where you drop a swim cap on someone's head and it goes on! It makes up for being slow because only me and KT can do it. And if you try, you can be sued for copyright infringement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be buying a CD? Recs? I was feeling alternative and no one stupid or disney related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-8719525471045784658?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8719525471045784658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8719525471045784658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8719525471045784658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8719525471045784658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/confused-on-copyrights-c.html' title='Confused on copyrights. (c)'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-9112046832942542967</id><published>2009-01-03T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:27:46.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, if ur gonna ignore me when i am frickin alone (xclude, 8Pa peeps) then FINE!!! I don't need you. The rents are goN 2 din.I doubt er-ick reads this, but should i start on my digital-storytelling thing?? tryn 2 Avoid it. Does S&amp;amp;E start this tues? Sci fair suxx. Well, cu. My sis invited me to her b-day parT. Lucky, ducky, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*luvs and doves*&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. twilight is fun&lt;br /&gt;pps reccomend the mamma mia sing a long version. Oh snap sugared oranges 1/4 pounder cotton candy abba supertroopers and gay guys and&lt;br /&gt;jasper 4 fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new email: omigee.its.emily@- you gotta guess-by emailing it! It's also my blogger acount. This should be funny. I'll reply. if u spam ur so DEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUFFIN DASH! who knew cold stone isn't open during the winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-9112046832942542967?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9112046832942542967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=9112046832942542967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/9112046832942542967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/9112046832942542967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/lots-of-randomness.html' title='Lots of Randomness'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-115048306615269866</id><published>2008-12-31T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:43:15.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad movies, brat packs, FMSC, red box, and madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ivs, I called you back. Are the rest of you mad? No one called or commented or e-mailed me. I am so bored!!!! At least I had stuff to do all day. I spent most of it with the brat pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the red box these idiot guys beat me there and then they saw me, so they acted like complete jerks and took forever, but it was entertaining. The one who got the credit card kept on sliding it and got annoyed when it wouldn't work. Then he was like "Oh. I need to press check out." And then when they got to the zip code part one of the other guys announces the PIN# and he finally figured out that it meant zip code. But it made me feel good. It was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and the Felzones SP and the brat pack did FMSC. I was a labeler. Except one of the guys was listening to his iPod while he was doing it. Maybe he's never met the drop texter. HAHAHAHA! I am so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sci &amp;amp; ind. Christmas trees were cool. Lu and i guessed which country each was from. I got 20 and lu got like 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU BALTIMORE!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ivs if u see this before you get my message call me. I'm home. Sadly. We should see bride wars and mall cop when they come out. yes, i like bad movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE AN AWESOME NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-115048306615269866?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115048306615269866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=115048306615269866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/115048306615269866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/115048306615269866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-movies-brat-packs-fmsc-red-box-and.html' title='Bad movies, brat packs, FMSC, red box, and madness'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4916620429766689373</id><published>2008-12-29T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:44:07.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>My Sketches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SVkoMXRjoZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Dk6Uc3oHf-k/s1600-h/eye.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285299830567182738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SVkoMXRjoZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Dk6Uc3oHf-k/s320/eye.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SVkoLyoyxeI/AAAAAAAAACs/UiYvkU1989k/s1600-h/rose.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285299820732532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SVkoLyoyxeI/AAAAAAAAACs/UiYvkU1989k/s320/rose.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of my sketches an eye and a rose. I was just bored so i decided to upload. Comment if you want me to draw something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS chris isn't the only one who can draw. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luvs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivy&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/8602517936941343164-4916620429766689373?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4916620429766689373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4916620429766689373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4916620429766689373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4916620429766689373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-couple-of-my-sketches-eye-and.html' title='My Sketches'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SVkoMXRjoZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Dk6Uc3oHf-k/s72-c/eye.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4776712552207959212</id><published>2008-12-29T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:47:50.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcracker and xmas sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey peeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me. My mom said that I can have a sleepover. We've been back since fri. Gotta start science fair eventually. SNOOZER!!! At least when ur in 6th grade ur  ROL is like 2 pages or so. Whatever. Sci fair is a waste of time. Also Becky and Ivs and I need a mall trip. All of the after-xmas sales r funnnn. We need more chairs, salt, and shot glasses. Maybe this time nobody will get hurt. Oh, and I think we're gonna buy Mario kart. Here's a joke from a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nutcracker? Sure, I know the Nutcracker. It's the move I used on the mall Santa when he tried to get handsy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses, Classes, &amp;amp; Molasses&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else that rhymes with those or next ones? (no bells, already used)&lt;br /&gt;mispells and wishing wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4776712552207959212?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4776712552207959212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4776712552207959212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4776712552207959212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4776712552207959212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker-and-xmas-sales.html' title='Nutcracker and xmas sales'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3860378478393486113</id><published>2008-12-27T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:12:44.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares, thunder, lightening and snoozers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had a school nightmare last night and something else about who was in it. Ivs, look in drafts for what it was. Having school nightmares means that break needs a week added to it. There was a thunderstorm though. Yayyyyyyyy! I love thunder and have been missing it lately. There was also lightning. "Did you know that I got struck by lightening seven times? Once when I was preparing to leak on the roof." That is from the Curious Case of Benjamin Button. That was one of the only reasons to enjoy that snoozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs, doves, and frangos,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3860378478393486113?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3860378478393486113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3860378478393486113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3860378478393486113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3860378478393486113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightmares-thunder-lightening-and.html' title='Nightmares, thunder, lightening and snoozers'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8134150334908671860</id><published>2008-12-26T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:49:00.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimps in Little Siagon with Frangos and Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hey homette, I mean homeeeeeeeeee. There is a reason to live: and it is called randomness and fake gangstas and frangos. I got gifts and awesome stuff. Wiiwiiwiiwiiwiiwiiwiiwii. My parents said it would be low key, but it was a surprise. I had Thai food three days in a row. SICK MUCH? But, with that, I got to go to LITTLE SIAGON, my favefavefavefavefavefavefave Thai/Vietnamese place. BTW, I got to experience the wonders of eggnog &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;nutmeg. And Ivs obviously got to visit a certain someone special. And for Webkinz (I use Lu's) beat my Zingoz Pop score by getting to level 22 with like 332 kinzcash. My sis is  Lissielu97. If you have a webkinz, visit her, please. And if you go to Macy's pick up one of the Frango gift baskets. The chocolate sauce is especially good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Mysterious case of Benjamin Button was way too long. I can guarentee that a 1/2 hour consisted of a certain something......This blog needs to remain PG. The guy I was sitting next to was texting and then DROPPED HIS PHONE partly thru: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! They tell you to turn those things off for a reason. Which brings me to: I NEED A SIGN to prove that I am not alone in this world. Vanilla Shaq's thing helped and BTW, I was born on the North side or at least I lived there for five years on West Wellington. Hey vanilla shaq: Will you be my pimp? I need money and fast!!!! I'll meet you at Mickey D's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And Miss Rebecca and Miss Alyssa: I need to go to the mall. Where else can I buy greasy food and overpriced stuff? I need new pants and no I am not streaking for lack of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MERRY CHRISMUKKAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Noels, sleighbells,and church bells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-8134150334908671860?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8134150334908671860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8134150334908671860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8134150334908671860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8134150334908671860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-boy-dancing-at-mall-with-frangos.html' title='Pimps in Little Siagon with Frangos and Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-9160023114087788504</id><published>2008-12-25T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:24:26.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla shaq'/><title type='text'>For you emily luvs, vanilla shaq</title><content type='html'>Bam! dis is ya boy E from da SOUTHSIDE! As they call me up in da hood u can call me vanilla shaq. A.k.a Evan but dont call me that. U probably want to no what life is like down on da streets. im about to tell yall. My boys make our hizzy at Mickey D's BABY! We got da fries daa macs and even da little snack wraps. Our possy is da best of da best. I gotta fly fo now ill c all yalls later. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you enjoyed my cousin "vanilla shaq." I don't know how he comes up with this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs and stuff,&lt;br /&gt; ivy&lt;br /&gt;ps. merry chrismizzle, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and Diwali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-9160023114087788504?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9160023114087788504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=9160023114087788504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/9160023114087788504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/9160023114087788504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-you-emily-luvs-vanilla-shaq.html' title='For you emily luvs, vanilla shaq'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1269229076441205042</id><published>2008-12-24T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:28:33.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS EVE!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve! I've have been lounging around and sleeping in. I've been watching VH1 and i saw the list of 100 best 80's songs, so here are some of my favorite lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both lie silently still&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Although we both lie close together&lt;br /&gt;We feel miles apart inside&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said or something I did&lt;br /&gt;Did my words not come out right&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried not to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I guess thats why they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its the title of the song so can't put that line in.&lt;br /&gt;Also, "whats your price for flight?"&lt;br /&gt;love that line. Oh, I also saw a double shot at love with the ikki twins and it is a pretty moronic show. Come on MTV you can do much better. I hope. Anyway I hope you all get what you want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and humpitness forever,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1269229076441205042?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1269229076441205042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1269229076441205042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1269229076441205042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1269229076441205042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='CHRISTMAS EVE!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2293183585029690151</id><published>2008-12-23T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:39:14.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate mints, blogs, cold clothes, &amp; cars in ditches from Springpatch in Illini-land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;It took us five 1/2 hours to get to stupid Springpatch (or field if ur gettn technical). My parents counted like 17 cars and 1 semi off of the road. It was snowy and rainy and it is icy everywhere. Throughout all of this I felt all alone (and way sleepy) cuz' I haven't seen anyone in forever. But I remembered that I'm not all alone and it really helps. As my half useful contribution this year: almost anyone who leaves a comment and asks I will give the password for this blog to. I use this as an outlet and hopefull others will be able to as well. Every year my mom does some help-y thing besides Lu's GS troop stuff and my parent's charity donations. This year she donated cold weather clothes to girls from Cali visiting their gma. Obviously, they were super apreciative due to the fact that it's FRICKIN FREEEEEEEEEEEEZING!!!! Anyway, ask and you can only post. But peeps can leave comments, etc. It'll pry fail, but it is worth the effort, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Anyway, outie from my gma's computer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;P.S. those Godiva choc mints are like MINI-FRANGOS. There is a reason to live! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2293183585029690151?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2293183585029690151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2293183585029690151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2293183585029690151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2293183585029690151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/chocolate-mints-blogs-cold-clothes-cars.html' title='Chocolate mints, blogs, cold clothes, &amp; cars in ditches from Springpatch in Illini-land'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-702858653355028606</id><published>2008-12-21T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:56:04.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepovers, gingerbread houses, and screwy snow days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hi all of my devoted fans, JK, I have no fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the worst gift guesser in the world, so I likely don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;   My sister had her Girl Scout Sleepover. Alex and Tori and Autumn and Mikayla and Miranda came over. Those little obnoxious, rude, stupid, terrible, horrible brats hate me. This morning they popped the lock on my door and popped those little New Years poppers in my room while I was asleep. It wasn't scary. They also stuck a walkie talkie in my hamper and tried to communicate using it. I found it and figured out how they did it in thirty seconds and they didn't have a chance because they couldn't figure out how to use my walkie talkies. I was reading a book until 1:30 and then I could still hear them talking, through my FREAKIN DOOR and all the way upstairs. If you're going to stay up late, at least do it quietly. My mom was too lazy to get up and tell them to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;    And they all have a crush on the same guy, which cracks me up. Then my sister and her BFF started fighting about their other BFF, except one also likes the foreign exchange student or whatever he is. And all of their dares were to hump something. Regarding liking someone, personally, I would go out with the fifth grader that (I'm pretty sure) likes me. But, since I'm not anywhere near his age, thank you, I do not like him any more than a friend that I play pervy would you rather? with. I bet anyone who has read this can kinda guess, except he has a girlfriend so he claims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;   My sister and I attempted to make a gingerbread house. We failed horribly, so we were just like screw this and threw candy bits on the top. I think Lu ate more of the frosting than went on the house. Pix follow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SU7f5Wr1T7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SaGA7mQyTj0/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SU7f5Wr1T7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SaGA7mQyTj0/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282405589387136946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SU7fRa0fWtI/AAAAAAAAACc/b5rW3UNSRh0/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SU7fRa0fWtI/AAAAAAAAACc/b5rW3UNSRh0/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282404903302421202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;God, I should quit school and become like a baker or something. So what, I had a few issues. This has so happened before, except I was younger. I think maybe age doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am also super pissed about the snow day. I didn't get to give anyone their gifts, but whatever. They can wait until after winter break. And no O'Neil, Mucci, etc. band. The Honors Concerts were hilarious, except during the performances. On the final one the student teacher sat behind us and there was this hilarious little kid dancing in the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My mother has decided to purchase me a dresser. Right now I have this handmade armour SP? that is sorta falling apart. Anyway it's not working, so we're gonna fix up my screwy, tiny closet and get a dresser for like pants and pj's and casual t shirts. I have some funny disney ones and some camp ones and some florida ones that my mom got on her vaca lucky duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else may be an extra-happy lucky duck, so congrats, but don't get too excited unless ur sure, you horndog, said with kindness, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was the one talking to her littlest pet shop. My dad was like who is she talking to and I'm like herself, no wait, it's the toys!!! Ha ha ha ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha! Right now my sister flew her toys into the monitor and was like beep beep while making like air plane noises. Ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; She's making them rap now. What a squirrel. I'll be here until Wed. morning. God, I am bored. My dad limits TV time too.  Most of my friends have met that dork my sis. She's a cute squirrel, though. She molested me with a plastic gerbil. What's worse is she names all of them. His name was Jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs for all,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can tell I have too much time  on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. You can walk thru my room!!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I do know what Kwanzaa is. Lazy butt, use google.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. Hannukah time: Candle lighting rules!!! (until you burn ur finger using a cigarette lighter. How was I supposed to know that would happen?) My mom bought tie-dye candles. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S. I need more jewels for my phone. How else would any1 know my line of work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-702858653355028606?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/702858653355028606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=702858653355028606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/702858653355028606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/702858653355028606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepovers-gingerbread-houses-and.html' title='Sleepovers, gingerbread houses, and screwy snow days'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SU7f5Wr1T7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SaGA7mQyTj0/s72-c/IMG_1070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3102274648411261479</id><published>2008-12-18T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:47:34.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Dark Knight Honors Concerts Days with Candy Canes Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hi all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Our second Honors Concert was way better than the first. For everyone who has talked during the performances (including me) imagine if you were performing and you heard and saw all of those people laughing and talking about you. How do you think that would feel? Everybody participating worked and practiced so much so that their music could be as good as possible. Women's Chorus hardly got our songs memorized this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eric, I don't think I will be able to get your shoes, but have a great break anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Alex, you have probably figured out that I'll be getting you the Dark Knight, so it won't be a surprise, but I think you'll like it. And I don't care what anybody gets me. It's the thought that counts, right? Homemade gifts are even cooler because I know that the person worked hard to make the gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I hope we don't have a snow day. If we do, the sixth graders won't be able to see Ms. O'Neil, Mr. Mucci and others singing Christmas carols during lunch. Entertainment value: 10!!!! And I won't be able to give all of my buds their gifts. Katrini, I miss you. There's nobody else who won't say anything because what she usually has to say is mean, but she rarely gets in fights with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I threw pieces of Ivy's candy canes to everyone in the back of my bus, because if I can share love, I can certainly share candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Luvs Everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3102274648411261479?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3102274648411261479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3102274648411261479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3102274648411261479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3102274648411261479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowy-dark-knight-honors-concerts-days.html' title='Snowy Dark Knight Honors Concerts Days with Candy Canes Galore'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4410988845961876802</id><published>2008-12-17T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:25:05.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezzys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to get you, but I will go shopping. Becky, you ignored me, so ur prezzy is still in my locker. And if anyone doesn't like it, you can so return it, but I think I will try a gift card or something. And for everyone I haven't gotten stuff for, I can't decide, so candy it is. Okay, song time. Song and artist and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't search for these on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's pretty obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What if I?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Had a thing on the side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Made ya cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Would the rules change up?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Or would they still apply?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; If I played you like a toy?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and one last one from like one of the most honest CD's ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm a hazard to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don't let me get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bad when you annoy yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be my friend no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last line of the chorus was the name, so I left it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most everyone who's gettin stuff from me will get it on friday. Nless we have a snow day. then, I don't know what to do. Another person might post because I gave one of my besties the username and password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er-ick: I guess ur now my vault, cuz' I tell you most of my secrets, which you better keep secret. Please please please please please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Honors Concert is tomorrow and I'm super nervous/excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, I was gonna get you the Dark Knight, but I assume you already have it. If you don't leave a comment and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see KT, Tyler M., and Chris A. over break. I don't know when I'm coming back, so I might not be able to post for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs for everyone, cuz' there's always enuff to go around,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4410988845961876802?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4410988845961876802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4410988845961876802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4410988845961876802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4410988845961876802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/prezzys.html' title='Prezzys'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-997308954738626810</id><published>2008-12-16T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:33:22.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then how did you know, Er-ick? I didn't think anybody listened to any of the stuff I do. Well, anyway, what would you have done to my shoe? Because what Matt did was NASTY. My shoe has touched more balls today than it ever will with me kicking it. Disinfectant! And tomorrow I will try something harder, but I guess it will be something I like instead of beef jerky. Ha ha. Could you have guessed the Katy Perry one? Alex got that. Ha ha again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-997308954738626810?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/997308954738626810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=997308954738626810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/997308954738626810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/997308954738626810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/knowing-stuff.html' title='Knowing stuff'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2261392214638445676</id><published>2008-12-16T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:37:43.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barfy</title><content type='html'>Ahh! Too much sickness. I have been sick and barfing for 4 days! I've thrown up at least 10 times, and once it was on a stage during a play. For more details comment and I'll tell the story. It's pretty damn embarrassing. Anyway, I just finished &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt;, which was AWESOME! Humpty dance quote. etc ect. I feel scatter brained today. Hopefully more coherent posts later. Plus i havent been able to talk to em so i have no idea what going on in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i'll post a funny video later. CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2261392214638445676?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2261392214638445676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2261392214638445676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2261392214638445676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2261392214638445676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/barfy.html' title='Barfy'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6370639586782507031</id><published>2008-12-16T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:55:59.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Stealers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some people are just BUTTHEADS who steal shoes an guess both my songs. You pry just googled it. I tried it to see if it would work and it did. And those people who stole my shoes did disgusting things to them! BOTH! Screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6370639586782507031?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6370639586782507031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6370639586782507031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6370639586782507031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6370639586782507031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoe-stealers.html' title='Shoe Stealers'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3100737215973871164</id><published>2008-12-16T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:59:09.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We just had our class incentive party. It was kinda boring until we started playing BS. Well, at least I have and ice cream-ish party tenth period. And Aisha is mad at me and Er-ick is being a weeeenie.&lt;br /&gt;Okay two songs today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tall Paul';font-size:100%;"  &gt;People keep talking &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tall Paul';font-size:100%;"  &gt;They can say what they like &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tall Paul';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But all I know is everything’s gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tall Paul';font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well if you need a place where you can run&lt;br /&gt;If you need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need some shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you need a healer for your pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there time and time again&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to love you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay artist or song or both. BTW, I was pretty bored during that dumb ice cream party. Whoever wasn't there didn't miss much, but it woulda been funner if you were there. Alrighty Aphrodite, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Luvs to everyone but Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3100737215973871164?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3100737215973871164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3100737215973871164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3100737215973871164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3100737215973871164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/funness_16.html' title='Funness'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7767283165243042184</id><published>2008-12-15T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:08:29.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteriously hidden in the busy hallway with Er-ick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hi: So this blog is supposed to be random, right? Well, I'm not a terribly random person, but Sam you better not tell, you buttcheek who humps other guys for a sport. Uh huh, yeah, I offended you wrestlers. Alex, I doubt you read this because ur so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" &gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, but could you tell me if you will ever give me the pants or will they remain mysteriously hidden in a hiding place? And in the hallway was no girls gone wild. (see bottom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUblnwybUEI/AAAAAAAAACU/hpG3ijyyz5o/s1600-h/Emily%27s+1st+Pictures+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUbkwUHIRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/WuS80k5kbh4/s1600-h/Emily%27s+2nd+Pictures+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280159131821950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUbkwUHIRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/WuS80k5kbh4/s320/Emily%27s+2nd+Pictures+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me, Lu, and Chris A. at Jeffries' Orchard in Petersburg, IL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now try to guess the song and artist for a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't wanna be one of the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;One of your guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Give me a chance to prove to you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;That I just wanna be one of the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pretty in pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;and not one of the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And if one word is off, don't kill me, I did it from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;BTW, Er-ick did girls gone wild in the hallway. It isn't a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peace and Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7767283165243042184?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7767283165243042184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7767283165243042184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7767283165243042184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7767283165243042184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-were-stuck-outside-in-hallway-cuz-we.html' title='Mysteriously hidden in the busy hallway with Er-ick'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUbkwUHIRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/WuS80k5kbh4/s72-c/Emily%27s+2nd+Pictures+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6135863409155676597</id><published>2008-12-14T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:17:12.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my little sister, Melissa's birthday. We are going out to eat, but I have to do my stupid science fair experiment. And all of the teachers know this and they still pile on the homework. I need a frickin break. And I won't get it over winter break because I need to do my lab report, show board, and speech. What a waste. So I'll pry hang out the first week and spend the entire second week doing that crap. At least this week should be fun, the weeks before breaks or the end of the school year are so much fun. You have an excuse to hang out and be hyper. And you get a lot of free time and other cool stuff. I, of course, still have to buy a couple more things, but because I am a terrible gift picker, so you can count on candy! And my mom wrapped my other things in these bags with a ton of tissue paper, so I have no idea how I will get those to school. And my one friend won't even be there, so I have no idea what to do with her gift. Anyway, right now I am thinking of how much fun I had over the summer because I didn't have to do anything. Like I said does anyone have any ideas? I have a gajillion people to buy things for. Whatever. I know KT is sick and pry a whole bunch of other people, so get better! KT, I am getting a new racing suit, so you need to be at swimming to see it! And without you, who will I shower with and who will watch me act like an idiot in the shower? And who is going to get yelled at by some of those moms and who will I have hairspray fights with and scream raper at little kids and poke me while I'm drinking water so that I spill everywhere? Who's going to throw swim caps full of water at me? Come on, I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL BETTER EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6135863409155676597?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6135863409155676597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6135863409155676597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6135863409155676597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6135863409155676597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-all-today-is-my-little-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-779754412960457030</id><published>2008-12-12T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:55:51.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peeps: LIFE IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;   Er-ick and Aisha: I doubt you will even want to read this, but it was really funny when we tried to watch Home Alone. It was fun leaning on Er-ick except it hurt my arm. And thanks much for pushing us before Mrs. Peach got us! But the best was the reenactment when my mouth was totally wacked! But who can blame you, especially when you've got that song that goes "I love you Baltimore" from Hairspray stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Handball was fun. Our team won like 30-1. I scored once because I am not very much for scoring. I like blocking (I'll call it that) better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I am excited for the rocket pants. They are awesome along with the name Johann. Yes, it may remind me of JoAnn's and how Roger loves that store, but it also reminds me of Johannes Vermeer.Will you actually give me the rocket pants? And if so can I post a pic and for temp or for keep. I know I won't wear them because they're a children's ten, but then again I can fit into these shorts from when I was five. (Keep in mind they have an elastic waste band, but eventually you run out of elastic, so I consider that good enough.) BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "Footprints in the Sand" by Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I promise you, I'm always there, when your heart is filled with sorrow and despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'll carry you when you need a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You'll find my footprint in the sand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And just when I, I'd thought I'd lost my way. You gave me strength to carry on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-779754412960457030?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/779754412960457030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=779754412960457030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/779754412960457030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/779754412960457030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-doubt-you-will-even-want-to-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1448915674155921854</id><published>2008-12-12T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:18:06.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kdasflfsdklfjasdkfjasdlkfa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Please look at my profile. I fixed it so that it is really awesome. Any ideas for gifts? I have to get some for a couple more of my friends. You know who you are. (Everyone not on 8-3.) Cara(baby, baby, bear, romeo), Lavanya, Alex, Aisha cuz she rocks!!! (as said by aisha). I also owe andrea and erin and nicolet and jasmine marco polo marco polo marco polo. Who knows what to get? Please please please leave a comment. And if you don't have an account figure out how to. Just do anonymous or something. I am the magical speeler (Alex)! I can spell anonymous! I also rape potatoes in my free time. Kidding. Anywho, I need ideas for my digital storytelling project. Ideas? We didn't make our Toys for Tots goal. :((((((((. The sixth gradees, NO OFFENSE, did not pull their weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUVSLUVSLUVSLUVS,&lt;br /&gt;EMILINI, whose occupation is being awesome. I also live in Naperness 'burb in Illini-land. BAM! strike a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1448915674155921854?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1448915674155921854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1448915674155921854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1448915674155921854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1448915674155921854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/kdasflfsdklfjasdkfjasdlkfa.html' title='kdasflfsdklfjasdkfjasdlkfa'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-2647467008210381055</id><published>2008-12-12T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:49:19.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUJ5tEibulI/AAAAAAAAACE/1BJ7PG6-QUg/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278915528450882130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUJ5tEibulI/AAAAAAAAACE/1BJ7PG6-QUg/s320/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh here is this thing from Wordle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeez, i feel like all we do on this blog is say stupid things and apologize. Ugh. I hope this is the last apology I make. After this i am keeping track. Starting now 1. Emily I'm sorry i went over to alex (also we need to stop talking about alex) before you. Really. I will not interfere anymore. You have it in writing. Sorry. Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world&lt;br /&gt;keep on doin' the Humpty Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to the ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace and humptiness forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ivy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-2647467008210381055?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2647467008210381055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=2647467008210381055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2647467008210381055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/2647467008210381055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-many-apologies.html' title='Too Many Apologies'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SUJ5tEibulI/AAAAAAAAACE/1BJ7PG6-QUg/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3744417915346313044</id><published>2008-12-11T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:44:52.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nastiness'/><title type='text'>Humpty Dance</title><content type='html'>Damn. Shit has been going down. Sorry for the language but DAMN. Anyway hopefully the nastiness between me, Alex and em will go away. We are now following Alex's blog so i think the URL is on our homepage. Just for kicks, if you have anything you want us to tell Alex about Emily or what you think of the situation, leave a comment and i will tell them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world&lt;br /&gt;keep on doin' the Humpty Dance&lt;br /&gt;and to the ladies&lt;br /&gt;peace and humptiness forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;br /&gt;(lyrics from the humpty dance song by digital underground)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-3744417915346313044?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3744417915346313044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3744417915346313044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3744417915346313044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3744417915346313044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn.html' title='Humpty Dance'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8376463754860778090</id><published>2008-12-10T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:02:50.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce, Reuse, Restart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To everyone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am restarting. Just kinda forget everything from the past month. Right now everybody hates me, and I like them and they're my friends mostly. No matter what I do my problems are still there. I can't escape and I never get a break. But you just have to tough up and deal with it, which is why I am not mad for a long time, unless I'm in a bad mood or pissed off. I'm super sorry for everything I've done because I know I am not a good person, but sometimes I have a conscience. Alex, I left your comment up so that people can see who you are and who I really am and why you hate me. I am honestly sorry and since I want nothing to do with you, I won't talk to you and you won't talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;P.S. I am super sorry about your awkward friend situation, if it is really true. And BTW, who get's mono in sixth grade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-8376463754860778090?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8376463754860778090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8376463754860778090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8376463754860778090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8376463754860778090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/reduce-reuse-restart.html' title='Reduce, Reuse, Restart'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-172017237689854531</id><published>2008-12-09T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:26.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hi guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I had a good day until someone scared the sh*t out of me. Chris &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Matt are such jerks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;And I drew number three for presentation order, which happens to start right after winter break. It never ends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I can't wait for winter break so that I can see my friend T. Martello. Last time I saw him it was at the aquarium, which is where we always go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Make people laugh: I really need a pick-me-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-172017237689854531?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/172017237689854531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=172017237689854531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/172017237689854531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/172017237689854531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-guys-i-had-good-day-until-someone.html' title='Scary Nightmares'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7375859795369657494</id><published>2008-12-08T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:42:25.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To Er-ick (cool nickname), Roger, and Joe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; You will get everything you asked for for the holidays. Me and A and Betsy/Benny will pry end up spending all of our money on your gifts (well, at least mine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I thank my grandma for the keyboard. It is really helpful when practicing my music for WC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To my friends: thanks for love and support and fun, especially at lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To everyone struggling with self-confidence: This may sound generic, but you are just fine the way you are. You don't need someone else to tell you so, but it is a great boost. If no one can see how beautiful you are, then it is their problem. Please do something for someone else, we all need a little compliment and confidence to make the day better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And to those who have shirt problems in gym: just hold your head high and use your confidence. Eventually people will forget or stop talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And to those who don't like school: It will end eventually. Working hard at school will help you do better later in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don't leave your chaste treasure open or you will make me a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice box and grape fights and chair fights/yanking for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7375859795369657494?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7375859795369657494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7375859795369657494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7375859795369657494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7375859795369657494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4855692133246338809</id><published>2008-12-06T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:09:02.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffle-tastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Hi guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I am writing from a hotel. I have bad luck and issues with the waffle maker. But when I got my waffle I dropped the plate, which flipped all the way over and the waffle landed right side up on my plate. Perfect 10! Nobody's ever done that before. So how special am I? Don't answer that. Hopefully, I will get tons more sleep then I have been getting this week. Super tired. The Dark Knight was good. See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Te Amo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4855692133246338809?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4855692133246338809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4855692133246338809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4855692133246338809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4855692133246338809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/waffle-tastic.html' title='Waffle-tastic'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-5320315004283099391</id><published>2008-12-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:35:33.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH! For some reason I am really bitchy today and I am trying not to be. It helps to have good friends like Em and Becky. Thank you for being my friend even though I'm moody and strange and abstract and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE like no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;LOVE like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;SING like no one can hear you&lt;br /&gt;LIVE like it's heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-5320315004283099391?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5320315004283099391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=5320315004283099391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5320315004283099391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/5320315004283099391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhh-for-some-reason-i-am-really-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1244339142100780040</id><published>2008-12-05T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alex, I doubt you will read this, but I am sorry. Really, really sorry. I doubt we will be able to start over, but I just want you to know that it was fun to be your friend, but maybe it's too hard and too awkward. Maybe we just aren't meant to be friends. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please leave a comment or talk to me at school, but not in front of anyone else, because some people are super nosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1244339142100780040?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1244339142100780040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1244339142100780040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1244339142100780040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1244339142100780040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/oopsi-did-it-again.html' title='Oops...I Did It Again'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-402966919299687924</id><published>2008-12-04T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:44:06.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Emily I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT TODAY DURING CONNECTIONS! IF WE GET IN TROUBLE I'LL TELL THE MRS.O THAT IS WAS ALL MY FAULT. sorry. Anyway i was goofing around during connections and I got a &lt;em&gt;look &lt;/em&gt;from the sub so I don't know if I got in trouble. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Jacob if you keep messing with me I will tell a teacher. I mean it. STEP OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Alex I am also pretty sure you are not dyslexic although you had me at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Becky i'll purchase, and no i don't think your easy. JK (I'm not a lesiban becky and i joke)&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE NICE, FUNNY AND SARCASTIC (IN A GOOD WAY) PEOPLE: you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-402966919299687924?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/402966919299687924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=402966919299687924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/402966919299687924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/402966919299687924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7674947839387986603</id><published>2008-12-04T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:10:03.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bets, Dyslexia, and Rocket Ship Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey guys&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea stop lying. Just because I sat in your seat at lunch doesn't mean you can be a meanie. And plus a source close to those you mentioned said that it wasn't true!!!! Prepare to place your bet. I know how to verify the winner. We both know that Sam can't keep who he likes a secret. And Kijana is the biggest butthead ever and a bunch of other stuff that I can't put on the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alex, if you can read this, which I bet you can, I don't think you have dyslexia, just like I don't think that you got caught by your mom trying to bring pants to school. You could have just said it was a skit or you weren't sure if it was pajama day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7674947839387986603?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7674947839387986603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7674947839387986603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7674947839387986603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7674947839387986603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/luv.html' title='Bets, Dyslexia, and Rocket Ship Pants'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7956779999915707548</id><published>2008-12-03T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:24:03.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><title type='text'>Jacob and art (which jacob is also good at) (but so am I HA)</title><content type='html'>Ugh, like Emily said TOO MANY TESTS. Also my former friend Jacob f. is a dick. Hear that Jake? That is the sound of someone who DOESN'T think your funny. When its just us he is really sweet and kind and funny. Then when he wants to impress other people he's all "HA HA lets all laugh at ivy cuz there's nothing interesting that I can say." Well Jake? SUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that outburst I was holding it in all day. I have been thinking about the classes I want to take next year. Lots of art and computers. Definitely taking graphic design which is what I hope to major in. Later I'll post some of my drawings. Anyways please comment and tell us what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7956779999915707548?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7956779999915707548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7956779999915707548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7956779999915707548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7956779999915707548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ugh-like-emily-said-too-many-tests.html' title='Jacob and art (which jacob is also good at) (but so am I HA)'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4690006188923788240</id><published>2008-12-01T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:28:21.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Rather?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am having an allergic reaction to my pants!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To my friend Chris Aherin: Would you rather be allergic to your pants or your shirt? Would you rather have a condition where you can't wear pants or streak once a day. And it was so not my fault. And I revealed all of my thoughts and all he said was "I just ask people to dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;See, I told you the guy was a butthead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Overload of tests! My teachers hate me! Ms. O took one point off because she wanted specifics and I wrote them, but I crossed them off. Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For Chelsea: We thank all of the teachers who make stupid mistakes. That's why  I have good grades. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm going to Wal-Mart to buy some &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; things before or after I strangle myself watching my sister in &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;. Luv you, Liss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BTW, Christopher, that was really fun! Christmas Tree Festival and Jeffries' Orchard next year. And I will so get the gingerbread cookie with the three stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE (except Alex)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4690006188923788240?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4690006188923788240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4690006188923788240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4690006188923788240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4690006188923788240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/would-you-rather.html' title='Would You Rather?'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-4644934551245785331</id><published>2008-11-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:40:53.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too old to be doing this drunk guys</title><content type='html'>Peeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My swimming was canceled due to Thanksgiving (even though it's not even Thanksgiving). So, instead we goofed around in the pool and discussed random things and &lt;span&gt;crazy people we know. However, Ariha ditched us and we were left with someone from Kennedy or Lincoln. It was really fun and then we were walking to the car there were a bunch of drunk, loud, business looking guys behind us. We walked faster and my mom said that those guys were too old to be doing that. Our parents said that instead of us wasting time we shoul've gone out for hot chocolate. I love hot chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-4644934551245785331?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4644934551245785331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=4644934551245785331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4644934551245785331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/4644934551245785331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/peeps-i-am-officially-no-longer-friends.html' title='Too old to be doing this drunk guys'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-6695479459917902057</id><published>2008-11-24T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:52:19.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness with Cousins/ Sisterly Sword Fights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ivy has an awesome cousin and his name is Evan. When she made me talk to him on the phone he was trying to be gangster. So all he said was stuff like "What's up, girl?" and "Give some love to your brother." Trust me, that was a great pick-me-up. It made me so happy. She showed him a pic of me in my drag queen make-up form that sleepover when we did drag-queen makeovers. That was supposed to be secret. I could just happen to mention Ivy's accident. I looked like the Joker. Ivy's cousin was funny, but her brother was funnier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My sister and I had wrapping paper roll fights. We sort of lost count, but it was really fun because we were both trying to use hair rollers and I also called my friend in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I decided to stop talking to Alex; even though we made up. However, if I get in trouble because he lost my mean note, I will be super mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is what happens when you befriend questionable sixth graders. BTW, my hair looked awesome in curls! Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;P.S. Thnks to Er-ick for looking at my blog. Actually, thnks to everyone who looks at my shared blog! I appreciate it tons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Please leave comments. The only ones we have were made by Ivy. And that's us, so it doesn't count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-6695479459917902057?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6695479459917902057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=6695479459917902057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6695479459917902057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/6695479459917902057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness-with-cousins-sisterly-sword.html' title='Randomness with Cousins/ Sisterly Sword Fights'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-848863230879228677</id><published>2008-11-23T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:39:48.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can so get over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Thanksgiving break is fast approaching, so I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To prove that you can get over it: I totally changed my look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I cut 2 inches off my hair and dyed it blond. JK about the blond. Anyway I am over it all and ready to have an awesome new week! My weekend was great. Who needs friends who aren't good to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;If I can get over it, you can too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-848863230879228677?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/848863230879228677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=848863230879228677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/848863230879228677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/848863230879228677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-so-get-over-it.html' title='You can so get over it'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1500752376178507894</id><published>2008-11-20T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:11:37.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey y'all. One of my favorite sites that has funny pictures is &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Here are some of my favorite pictures: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270786386479651266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 201px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SSWYSu0VmcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vutnxa3setw/s320/k.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270786057604257826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 241px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SSWX_lqVWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AMRIF7Ztxog/s320/dumb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-1500752376178507894?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1500752376178507894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=1500752376178507894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1500752376178507894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/1500752376178507894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SSWYSu0VmcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vutnxa3setw/s72-c/k.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8335327068737571298</id><published>2008-11-20T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:55:00.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>Stomach Flu, Twilight and Blondes</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone i didn't go to school today. Guess why. Stomach flu! Yeah whats better than throwing up and running to the bathroom every five minutes. So i feel pretty sick and i have two tests, two reports that i missed and a work session for a group project. Whoopee. Anyway the new Twilight movie is coming out. Hopefully em and i will go see it on Saturday and then we'll post a review. So keep reading! Here are some random things that i think are funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 Fun things to do in walmart at &lt;a href="http://www.c4vct.com/kym/humor/walmart.htm"&gt;http://www.c4vct.com/kym/humor/walmart.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least, a blonde joke. If you are blonde I am sorry but these are too funny to resist:&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist&lt;br /&gt;A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small town in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting: "I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person. Because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general, and all in the name of humor!" The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little sh*t on your knee!" from &lt;a href="http://www.coolblondejokes.com/"&gt;http://www.coolblondejokes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you had fun,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ivy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-8335327068737571298?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8335327068737571298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8335327068737571298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8335327068737571298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8335327068737571298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-everyone-i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title='Stomach Flu, Twilight and Blondes'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-3701869751335016030</id><published>2008-11-19T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:01:48.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Over It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;People do not lie! Please! Even though the truth may hurt, it's better than not knowing! Here is my poem to my ex-best friend. And you might never read this, which I doubt you ever will, let alone even find out about this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Truth is better than lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;But what is it to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You have moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;So have I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Although it saddens me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sever the ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The end of a friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;No longer laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;No longer wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It has been a good run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Good bye forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The moral of the story is GET OVER IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sadness doesn't last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You will find someone better eventually. Someone who you will be able to divulge every secret; someone who will understand and not think you weird, ever; someone who will not worry about falling out or feeling awkward, they just live in the moment and are so happy to be your friend they don't care about anything else. Maybe this doesn't just apply to friends, maybe it applies to love. If you don't want to get hurt, just see if your friends pass my newly created friends test. Hurt and heart break are just a symbol that you should examine you self and others around you. Do you love yourself? Because in the end you are the only person you have. Do you really care what anybody else thinks? Will it really matter in a couple years? You learn from your experiences. They give you more feelings, they make you wiser. But just remember, even though getting over it is important, forgiving is so huge. Don't let something good go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;LUVS AND PEACE TO EVERYONE!  Em&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8602517936941343164-3701869751335016030?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3701869751335016030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=3701869751335016030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3701869751335016030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/3701869751335016030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-over-it.html' title='Get Over It!'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8548585265923917875</id><published>2008-11-19T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:39:21.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For all of the peeps who feel terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You'll get through don't worry. The symbol for chaos includes the symbol for opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can put a smile on my face by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      a)getting revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      b)thinking of something happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      c)going to a happy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      d)laughing with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      e)acting entirely stupid so I can laugh at myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      f)realizing that it will pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PEACE AND LUVS! (even to everyone who doesn't feel like it or deserve it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We can all make each other feel a little better. Something small: a smile or a compliment works. Even listening to someone's story can make you feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Em    dedicated to friends who care about their friends and making everyone feel better. Thanks, Jasmine &amp;amp; maybe even Elmo! &lt;/span&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/8602517936941343164-8548585265923917875?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8548585265923917875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8548585265923917875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8548585265923917875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8548585265923917875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-all-of-peeps-who-feel-terrible.html' title='Love and Happiness'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-8730204599247484675</id><published>2008-11-19T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:20:39.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>New poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;hey y'all its ivy, Emily's new cohort in the blogging world. i like chocolate, world peace, animals and i am anti violence even though i hit people a lot. Favorite colors are purple, green and blue. i love to read so you may hear book recommendations. Well that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorite diarys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smartypants.diaryland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;http://smartypants.diaryland.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-8730204599247484675?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8730204599247484675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=8730204599247484675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8730204599247484675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/8730204599247484675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-all-its-aly-although-thats-not-my.html' title='New poster'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-7468287841861862173</id><published>2008-11-19T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:14:35.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;This class is one where nobody actually pays attention to what you are doing. Here is where I created my blog and make new posts which I edit after school. Our side of the room is so awesome because we never pay attention and do random things. AIR FRESHENER! I am now sharing my blog with my partner in crime/accomplice, Lyssa. She will be signing with a secret code name, Ivy. But, me, I am me, so hopefully our styles will be different and you will be able to tell the difference. PEACE AND LUVS TO EVERYONE! Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602517936941343164-7468287841861862173?l=randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7468287841861862173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602517936941343164&amp;postID=7468287841861862173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7468287841861862173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602517936941343164/posts/default/7468287841861862173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomstoryofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmt.html' title='MMT'/><author><name>Emily and Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10371001710285311573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Btf69iQOVL0/SXtN5vp5esI/AAAAAAAAADE/O-P77I2t7UQ/S220/img015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602517936941343164.post-1201306118883858651</id><published>2008-11-18T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:13:44.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day before the end of my agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Okay, so I should have done something, but I screwed up and did something else so my friend took it the wrong way. I'll fix it tomorrow, hopefully, and the market will change for the better (lyssa(henceforth known as ivy). I hope somebody can do something this weekend. Maybe Sat. morning. Shout Outs: the P. (aka Alec, i think, even though he doesn't know me very well and doesn't know about this awesome blog and he knows what I mean by P.) and Cara (if she ever gets to reading this) Cara, you need to tell me. My vault is hard to break into. Tomorrow! To Ivy: If you lied even though you promised you didn't I will be super mad and you will have ruined my friendship with A. and also to him: stalker alert ;). To L: Hey!!!! Tic Tacs To random people who happen to find my blog: it's just my life, don't crtiticize, i am kinda random, hence the name, smart, but lacking common sense, and I walk into things a lot. By the way if a package of gum hits your head: go to math (or whatever class is next) right away. Somebody threw it at you and you should stop wondering how it cam out of the ceiling. Advice, suggestions, randomness, or just viewing? PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT! Peace to Everyone! 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