<?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-178190615727374866</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:07.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fashionCHICKAAAA :]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fashionchicka!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851165280294514558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178190615727374866.post-2404926961576875371</id><published>2007-12-22T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:32:29.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take time to realize that your warmth is crashing down on in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take time to realize that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am on your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But I can't spell it out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No, it's never gonna be that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No, I can't spell it out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i love this song. i know it's probably about a girl and a guy, but what i see is something different.&lt;br /&gt;twisting the words a bit, the song talks about realizing that the friends you have are there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;i have this friend.&lt;br /&gt;she had a very bad past, in the category of doing things she knows is wrong, yet continually doing them.&lt;br /&gt;i guess things like that can just become addicting.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, all of this happened before we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;when i met Sally*, she was a hard-hearted girl who did what she wanted, when she wanted, with who she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;being naive to the new world of Tennessee, i was deceived for a while by her outward appearance,&lt;br /&gt;but soon became aware of what i was dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;over the months of hanging out, going to movies, and just talking on the phone, Sally started changing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i was the influence she needed, but i definitely saw a change.&lt;br /&gt;she stopped her bad habits, she turned from her old, destructive ways,&lt;br /&gt;and became an all-around better girl.&lt;br /&gt;we continued to grow closer and closer over time, until something over the past 2 months changed it all.&lt;br /&gt;three bad influences entered Sally's life; and it seemed as if she was about to turn into the old girl that&lt;br /&gt;i met 2 years prior.&lt;br /&gt;i could see it building, waiting for the moment she'd snap.&lt;br /&gt;giving her advice every day,&lt;br /&gt;strongly suggesting her to stay away from these three bad influences,&lt;br /&gt;i began wondering why she still thought it was humorous and "no big deal."&lt;br /&gt;one day, i asked.&lt;br /&gt;"why don't you listen to me? why don't you just take my advice. you should know that i have a clue what i'm&lt;br /&gt;talking about, because i've gone through something similar."&lt;br /&gt;in response, Sally laughed and said,&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know, it'll be fine!"&lt;br /&gt;now, i remember my thoughts when Sally told me something Laura* had said to her,&lt;br /&gt;about the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;saying that Sally should be careful and stay away from these bad influences...&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at the thought, then.&lt;br /&gt;now i realize how right Laura was.&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes we just have to take to heart how serious things can be,&lt;br /&gt;and that if we have good friends,&lt;br /&gt;we have to know they care about us&lt;br /&gt;and just realize that what we have isn't just there for fun,&lt;br /&gt;but that our friends really are on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some names have been changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/178190615727374866-2404926961576875371?l=fashionchicka28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/feeds/2404926961576875371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178190615727374866&amp;postID=2404926961576875371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default/2404926961576875371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default/2404926961576875371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/2007/12/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>fashionchicka!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851165280294514558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178190615727374866.post-769642960206355407</id><published>2007-10-17T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:54:51.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF...literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GiT8db9JmgI/RxaEnEGzm5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4jeHClOvStw/s1600-h/2007_0528NEWYORK20056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GiT8db9JmgI/RxaEnEGzm5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4jeHClOvStw/s200/2007_0528NEWYORK20056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122427432832572306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how many times have you told your best friend, "bFF!" ?&lt;br /&gt;now, do you really think you and that friend will seriously stick together through highschool,&lt;br /&gt;college,&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of your lives,&lt;br /&gt;being "BFF"?&lt;br /&gt;i know it makes you feel better about you and your friend's relationship if you say bff,&lt;br /&gt;but very rarely do highschool bff's stay bff's 'forever'.&lt;br /&gt;in my case,&lt;br /&gt;this is different.&lt;br /&gt;me and my several bff's have gone through so much together,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anything could break us up...&lt;br /&gt;other than one of us dying.&lt;br /&gt;but if that happened, the other would prolly kill themselves,&lt;br /&gt;therefore being reunited in heaven once again, to be best friends&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i have endured:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short and long fights,&lt;br /&gt;the pressure of parents resisting our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;boys, (oh...so many boys.)&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;the struggle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;moving far, far away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and trying to keep communication through IM,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;phone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and an occassional 'fune letter'. :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;now, i seriously doubt the number of friendships like mine and my bff's is high.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;because most in our position would've failed a while ago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know i've lost touch with many ''bffs'' that i had back in middle school before i moved, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and now i don't even have their numbers even if i wanted to drop in. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm very thankful for my best friends, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i have a strong hope that our relationships stay how they are,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;get even better,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and surely don't fail like many before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i love you, bff. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'll never forget you, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i promise we'll be bff,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;forever.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AS&amp;amp;CB.bff&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='BFF...literally.'/><author><name>fashionchicka!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851165280294514558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GiT8db9JmgI/RxaEnEGzm5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4jeHClOvStw/s72-c/2007_0528NEWYORK20056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178190615727374866.post-6491464063206864282</id><published>2007-09-21T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:28:33.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Funeral...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so there are two things that can make a day the worst day of a girl's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;one: the day 'the one' breaks up with you, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;two: the day your first cell phone dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i don't have a boyfriend, so luckily it's not the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but it is true, my cell phone died today, September 21st, 2007 at around 6pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i cried for hours, mourning the loss of not only my first cell phone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but of the loss of the 400+ pictures i had on there that are now lost forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;although brothers and my dad laughed at my sorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i truely felt the need to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i didn't do it on purpose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but my cell phone was definitely without a doubt my best non-human friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we went everywhere together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;experienced way too many concerts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;took wayyy too many pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sent millions of text messages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and definitely spent over 1,000,000 minutes next to eachother's faces throughout the days and nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i know it's just one of many for sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but it's always a tragedy when the first one bites the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm gonna miss my little [well, not so little] first celly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i will definitely never forget her. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&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/178190615727374866-6491464063206864282?l=fashionchicka28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/feeds/6491464063206864282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178190615727374866&amp;postID=6491464063206864282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default/6491464063206864282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default/6491464063206864282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-funeral.html' title='Another Funeral...'/><author><name>fashionchicka!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851165280294514558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178190615727374866.post-2825979559456977522</id><published>2007-09-20T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:11:22.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearbooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school was good, we got our yearbooks from last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got a few signatures, but i've noticed that in the south people don't write huge long stories in your yearbook... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you say 'sign my book' they really just sign their name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess it's okay, but i like having a lot of memories and stories written in my yearbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i write in other's yearbooks i write novels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's just different i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just one of the infinite differences between the north and south. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while i was having people sign my book, i started to remember last year and how different it is now from then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had barely any friends, since i just moved here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was much more shy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i definitely cared more about what i wore to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now it doesn't matter as much, though i still take an hour to get ready each morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but now that i know people and they know me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they won't judge me for how i look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[though i still won't go without make-up like some of my friends.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm glad we moved here, but i still miss the big apple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my best friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the memories still exist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but it's always nice to go back and remember all the good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess yearbooks have made me realize to always savor the good times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;side-step the bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and live life to the fullest.&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/178190615727374866-2825979559456977522?l=fashionchicka28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/feeds/2825979559456977522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178190615727374866&amp;postID=2825979559456977522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was cool.&lt;br /&gt;my dad, &lt;a href="http://basegasket.blogspot.com"&gt;basegasket&lt;/a&gt;, told me about this blog site and i decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one.&lt;br /&gt;i've read his blogs, they're pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;mine prolly won't be as complicated and interesting as his YET, since i'm just learning about this site.&lt;br /&gt;not to brag, but i'm smarter than him in the computers department. [in most cases, anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been noticing the change from summer to fall.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday plans are beginning to finally fall into place [only 10 days away!],&lt;br /&gt;the weather [jeep rides to school each morning are brisker and we turn the heat on now],&lt;br /&gt;football games [getting painted up and losing my voice every friday night],&lt;br /&gt;and midterms...&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; come out soon, but i think chemistry is the only class that i'm really sucking at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i had a test today and i'm pretty sure i failed it.&lt;br /&gt;i already have a 72% in that class... it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;one of my old friends said he'd help me if i ever needed a tutor,&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is that i feel like i understand it,&lt;br /&gt;then i do horribly on the quizzes/tests.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;to the maxx.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is a long enough post for today.&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/178190615727374866-2080804760263714842?l=fashionchicka28.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/feeds/2080804760263714842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178190615727374866&amp;postID=2080804760263714842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default/2080804760263714842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178190615727374866/posts/default/2080804760263714842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionchicka28.blogspot.com/2007/09/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>fashionchicka!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06851165280294514558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
