<?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-7808799842371418129</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:21:05.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>walk in my converse for a dayy (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163666545537559536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBl6Yn8vOkk/Sv3QGDkoUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KeZHx0QC1O8/S220/omgme.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808799842371418129.post-4038018967604628367</id><published>2009-11-27T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:58:59.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what? i suckk at blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; the climb-miley cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mannn...long time NO blog. im such a loserfaceee! haha. well, lets blog about important crap, mkay? well, i've been on thanksgiving break since wednesday. it's niceeee(: i had basketball pictures on tuesday after school. and i got to wear my uniform! yipee! haha. its fricken' awersomeee(: we have white ones &amp;amp; black ones. white are home, black are away. i do not wanna wear my white one on...the girl time of the month. haha. that'd just bed...bad news. lol! well, i also added grant the other day on facebook. and he accepted me.! ahh (: happyhappyhappy! i hope, we can actually talk sometime. that would make my lifee! lol. well i have my first basketball game on tuesday! eek! nervousness! haha. thanksgiving was funn. i kinda threw up during last night after eating all that food :/ and my stomach STILL hurts. wahhhh.  but anyhoo, it'll stop...hopefully. haha! basiclly, this blog is boring. 2 more days left in my breakk. then back to school. JUST KILL ME. haha. but this weekend i should be seeing new moon again (: yipee! okay, imma go now. peacee &lt;3&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/7808799842371418129-4038018967604628367?l=walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4038018967604628367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what-i-suckk-at-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/4038018967604628367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/4038018967604628367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what-i-suckk-at-blogging.html' title='guess what? i suckk at blogging!'/><author><name>emily.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163666545537559536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBl6Yn8vOkk/Sv3QGDkoUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KeZHx0QC1O8/S220/omgme.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808799842371418129.post-1618539607888921897</id><published>2009-11-19T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:38:57.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first basketball scimmage. rough &amp; toughh. AND ONE MORE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; down-jay sean ft. lil wayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we were jamminggg to this song at lunch today. well, singing it. which is like just jamming to our own voices...wow, i'm weird. onto more important things. lets just jump into a few sitautions that involve hot guys, mkay? wellll, yesterday i was going to pre algebra and josh walks RIGHT up behind me. like RIGHT up behind me. a FOOT behind me. i was like, in my head, "OMG. josh **** (his last name) is right behind me! holy friggen crap! breathe emily, breathe. dont turn around, do NOT turn around. just look at his reflection in the window. admire his hottness, but DO NOT turn around. DO NOT". as you can tell, me = a complete freak over hot guys. bhaha. but seriously, if you saw him, you'd see how completely and utterly GORGEUS this boy is. blonde hair, blue eyes, football player, athletic, always dresses just right...gahh! hes just AMAZING. i reallyyy want him to notice me/know my name. it would make my LIFE. lol. and when i went to science, he was at the water foutain getting a drink (: and he looked right at me (: yayyerz! hehe. and i was walking back from my locker and grant came outta a classroom and was right behind me. i turned around and he saw me. i like freaked out and walked faster. then i got a drink at the drinking foutain that is RIGHT next to his classroom and he came up right behind me and i had to squeeze past him. then i turned around and he was getting a drink outta the drinking foutaint! haha. n0w, lets go to today. language arts was crap. i had to draw my stupid snapshot for this project today. mine suckkedd. dur. then  i had social studies. we had a sub. he had her back in elementary school. shes really timid. and she seems SOO shy. shes really quiet when she talks. she seems like a shy little girl. then i had art. i finished my painting (: HINTHINTCOUGHCOUGHitsucksCOUGHCOUGHHINTHINT. what else would you expect from me? haha. then we had lunch/seminar. well, its seminar/lunch for me. brianna and mel were writing all over my handds. brianna wrote "Emily ♥'z Bri!" woww haha. and mel wrote "SISSIES UNITE!" she had noo clue why she wrote that, she just did. and now thats her signaute on her phone xD. at lunch we sang DOWN and a bunch of songs haha. then i had pre algebra. boringschboring. then i had science. had that shy timid sub again, since she was subbing for the same teacher. i have the same teacher for science &amp;amp; social studies....so yaa. haha. then i had choir. funn(: we gots our new songs.!  then i had spanish. we had a sub. he asked me if i was "perhaps related to senator blahblahblah." cant say who, he has the same last name as mehh. haha. he gave me this look when i said i didnt have my hw since i wasnt there yesterday. lolz. he was HILARIOUS. he does impressions. haha. then i had assist. this made my day (: we were walking to assist and me lauren and rurika went to get water like we do everyday. we go back to class and grants walking near us. lauren knows grant so she runs up to him and like jumps up going "HI GRANT!" so me and rurika just stood there, laughing. hes sooo danngg cute. its not even funny. he makes me freakk when i see him. lol, im pathetic. then after school i had to get ready for my FIRST basketball scimmage. OMG I WAS SO NERVOUS! we were gonna be playing this REALLY good team! and khiah invited ALL these people. we practiced for like a hour and a half. then heres all the kids wh0 came; both ryans, luke, hayden. raf, miriam, cody, sammy, kaleb, megan, katie, gabby , brianna, austin, and some other people. omg...we got KILLED too! it was HORRIBLE! and i didnt get much playingg time :/ i was SOOO sad. but i'll get more laterr. and kayla, on our 8th grade team was like SOO pissed when they were losing. she gave the girl this glare that you just had to be there to get what im saying. it was liike a fricken DEATH glare. omg we all were like "HOLY CRAP!" haha. and our coach gave us tomorrow off since we lost soo badly. but this team was amazing, so noo suprise. okay. now my hand hurts from typing. so im gonna stop typingg. byee! (:&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/7808799842371418129-1618539607888921897?l=walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1618539607888921897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-basketball-scimmage-rough-toughh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/1618539607888921897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/1618539607888921897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-basketball-scimmage-rough-toughh.html' title='first basketball scimmage. rough &amp; toughh. AND ONE MORE DAY!'/><author><name>emily.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163666545537559536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBl6Yn8vOkk/Sv3QGDkoUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KeZHx0QC1O8/S220/omgme.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808799842371418129.post-3705094321115142898</id><published>2009-11-16T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:56:00.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ella es weirdoa. lmao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song:&lt;/strong&gt; party in your bedroom-cash cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;h e l l o (: yeahh, the titles weird. im not sure weirdoa even means weird in spanish. me and diana we writing notes to each other tonight in religon class, and not listening like we should have been, and she wrote "ella es weirdoa". i was like "is that supposed to mean 'she is weird?'" hahaha. it was funnayy. we've been talking quite a bit more lately, thank godd. for a while i thought i was losing one of my best friends. and i couldnt live without her. i mean that, honestly.  noww onto my dayy. language arts we didnt do alot. it was prettty boring. what a suprise.! then i had social studies. once again, BORING. art was cool. my art teacher is oblivous to EVERYTHING. i swearrr. he never sees a THING. so we can do like anything. ohh yaa,, and my painting SUCKS. bhahaha (; lunch was fricken HILARIOUS.! gahh! soo dom was like BEGGING for a ice creamm. and nobody would buy him any. jc walked by and dom was like "IS IT VANILLA!" and he goes "DUDE! it's strawberry milk!" bhahaha. and then james walked by and shoved it in his face and dom tried to grab it but james ran and dom chased him. and they were yelling at paige, courtney, kennedy, me, lauren, gabby, and mel for ice cream. oh yeah and they yelled at ummm...i cant remember which guy they were yelling at xD. but anyhoo. gabby went and bought an ice cream. she licked the ice cream, then put the lid back on. we started to tease dom with it. well, we did and he came over and took it.! AND HE LICKED IT! omg, we just LOST it. we were all laughing so hard we were crying. austin was like "What did you do to it?" then dom jumped up and threw it away. bhaha. we told them that we licked it thenn.  then after lunch, i had pre algebra. okk, this is weird, but sometimes out of the corner of my eye i see hunter just staring at me. like his whole body is facing me. and he sits RIGHT next to me. and hes pretty cute (: but he prob doesnt like me. just a concidence, most likely. science was so boring, that i remember nothing. thats pretty sad, right? choir was cool. not as good as usual. then i had spanish.! i got a 51 out of 55 on my test ((((: yipee! the other emily got a F  :/ and samantha got a D. and KYLEE GOT A D! and diana saw it. then kylee lied STRAIGHT to me and samantha's facee! she said she got a B-! wowww. assist was...well the beginning was AMAZING. so everyday me and rurika get a drink of water. i walked out of the classroom first with rurika and RIGHT as we walked out, grant walked RIGHT in front of me as we walked out the door. and he LOOKED at me. looked down, really. xD. i always try to make myself sound tough in front of guys i like. idk why. i just do. rurika goes "your slow, emily!" and i said "well get your butt moving and i can go a little faster!" not the coolest thing i've ever said xD. but it was nice to see him. then i saw him pass our classroom. after school i had basketball. it went from 4-6:30. but us 7th graders practiced from 4:45-6:30. ickkyy. lol. then i had PSR. and thats when me and diana wrote to each otherr. haha. now here i am, writing to you. and i just saw grants profile pic on fbook. he popped up as a sugggestion. and lemme tell you...ITS NEW AND ITS HOT!!!!! gahhh. wellllll, im gonna get off hurr (: peaceee.&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/7808799842371418129-3705094321115142898?l=walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3705094321115142898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/ella-es-weirdoa-lmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/3705094321115142898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/3705094321115142898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/ella-es-weirdoa-lmao.html' title='ella es weirdoa. lmao.'/><author><name>emily.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163666545537559536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBl6Yn8vOkk/Sv3QGDkoUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KeZHx0QC1O8/S220/omgme.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808799842371418129.post-8350480096706312345</id><published>2009-11-12T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:32:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i think that possibly, maybe i'm falling for youu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;love me-justin bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this title like is describing my life, at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last year, around this time i REALLY liked joe. and i kinda got over him as this year came aroundd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im back to liking him again, but im head over heels for this one 8th grader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lamee. i know. his name's grant. if you've read my twitter or my blog on mmw, then you know about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's tall, brown hair that he always flips around..gorgeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some people think hes not hot, but me, i disagree. TRUST ME! hes not ugly..at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but the sad thing is...i'm like FREAKING obsessed with this guy. it's horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he has a myspace, ok? and i have one. his page isnt private so i always go on there...about to add him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i have NO guts too. i know he would recognize me. i see him every single day. we always run into each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but we've never talked...soo it kinda sucks. but i will talk to him one day..i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now onto my dayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got to school, went to language arts and studied for my science retake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i got a 79% the first try on that science test. epic fail, i knoww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;language arts was like REALLY interesting todayy though. there' s this dude named trevor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hes FREAKING HILARIOUS! he makes all these retarded noises and changes his voice all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and he acts out EVERYTHING he describes. he literlly dances in front of the class. my teacher doesnt care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she thinks its funny, but that there's something wrong with him. lmao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we all think that. sorry trevor. but i think that he knows there's something wrongg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we had a fire drill today during second period. thats social studies for me. if we talked outside, we got a strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ughh. my teacher is SO strict. but she can be sooo funny &amp;amp; crazy. she's like a kid at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;third period was art. nothing special there. my paiting sucks. duhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i had seminar/lunch. i had to retake my science test, soo i couldnt hang in the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;booshkah. yupp. that mahh word. love it (: i think i did pretty good on the retake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*crosses fingers and knocks on wood* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lunch was....boring. its usually not that boring. the guys took our table today. we were like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"they just wanna sit where we sit. yeahh boyy." haha. WE.ARE.LOSERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;carl asked me for a twix bar. no way was i buying HIM a twix bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though hes awesome. i decided to buy myselff one ;D yeahh sirr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okayy now onto pre algebra. that wouldd be 5th period. i had to be in a group with katie (BRATT!) and crysta (WEIRDD!)&lt;br /&gt;GOD WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THAT! lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i had science. i zoned out, like always. maybe thats why i get badd grades there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohh. the 8th graders walked outta their science room todayy.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GRANT AND JOSH (HOT x2) are both in that science. they were outside. grant was holding the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i stared at him, like the whole time...wow that sounded CREEPERISH.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;josh also walked by the window and looked in. i looked back at him. ATEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i had choirr. i had to do smartmusic &amp;amp; keyyboards. the guys got to sing. luckyduckys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i had spanish. i had a FRICKEN 55 POINT TEST. it was 4 pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ewwwy! hopefully i did good *crosees fingers again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okayy. heres somethingg good.!!!!! haha. i was walking to assist and i turned the corner and BAMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there was grant. he walked right past me. we bumped shoulders. YESS M'AM! THANKK YOU GODD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was soo happy ((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i went to the choir room to work on my keyboard skills. they are the bomb like TICK TOCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i saw the 8th graderr that waved at me! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had basketball after school...and now im sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and idk what else to sayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so peace out,,&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/7808799842371418129-8350480096706312345?l=walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8350480096706312345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-that-possibly-maybe-im-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/8350480096706312345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/8350480096706312345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-that-possibly-maybe-im-falling.html' title='i think that possibly, maybe i&apos;m falling for youu.'/><author><name>emily.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163666545537559536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBl6Yn8vOkk/Sv3QGDkoUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KeZHx0QC1O8/S220/omgme.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808799842371418129.post-392910869863535397</id><published>2009-11-12T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:46:36.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hola chicos &amp; chicas.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: &lt;/strong&gt;all i ever wanted-basshunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;welcome to MY blog peoplee.! i love blogging, and this is just something that i thought i should makee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i copied &lt;a href="http://www.bluewaxcrayons.blogspot.com/"&gt;kenziee&lt;/a&gt; so go check that cool cat out. because i love her and you should to (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is just a welcome post...so it's gonna be BORINGG, yoo. so check out the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's about todayy &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808799842371418129-392910869863535397?l=walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/feeds/392910869863535397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/hola-chicos-chicas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/392910869863535397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808799842371418129/posts/default/392910869863535397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkinmyconverse.blogspot.com/2009/11/hola-chicos-chicas.html' title='hola chicos &amp; chicas.!'/><author><name>emily.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163666545537559536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rBl6Yn8vOkk/Sv3QGDkoUQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KeZHx0QC1O8/S220/omgme.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
