<?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-3702201959086594770</id><updated>2011-10-10T11:47:53.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplify the Simple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-3807561632767634369</id><published>2011-02-14T04:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T04:31:45.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since my last post, so here is my post:&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-3807561632767634369?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3807561632767634369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3807561632767634369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3807561632767634369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-long.html' title='Too long'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6558621327295009921</id><published>2011-01-24T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:43:16.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Famous People</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, (Sunday) I went to see TRON with my mom. My mom had to go pee afterwards, so weheaded for the toilets, poking our heads into other theaters to watch snippets of the other films. Finally we make it to th bathroom and my mo does her thing, while I stand (awkwardly) around inside the bathroom. (Not a stall, just next to the sinks.) Before my mom comes out, three other ladies come out. The two brunettes know each other, while the third, a blonde like myself, stands in the corner, brushing her hair. As I'm looking at them (Yeah, I know it's rude, but there really isn't much to look at...), the blonde looks back at me through the mirror with this expression I can't really describe, so I smiled back and looked away...&lt;br /&gt;When my mom came out the brunettes had left and she went to this sink, but then she moved away to a different sink to wash her hands. I was curious to why she couldn't use the sink, so I went up close and saw that the handle was missing. Silly me, I tried to see if I could get the sink to work without the handle, but no luck. As I was pitifully attempting to get the water to come out, my mom had moved on to drying her hands, and the fourth and last lady came out to wash her hands. I don't know if I bumped into the lady who gave me the funny look or the fourth lady, but I bumped into someone and apologized. As I looked up (I have a tendency to either flinch or bow when I apologize) I was a really skinny lady with really pretty, tall black boots, and curly blonde hair like Taylor Swift's. I mean, it was so perfect, I was totally jealous. At that moment my mom grunted my name and I turned to look at her. My mom had her eyes wide open , and her jaw seemed to be slipping. That's when it hit me, THAT WAS TAYLOR SWIFT! I looked back in a hurry, took my moms arm, and we fred before we burst into a fit of giggles right before her. The   first blonde lady was her mom, and the look that she gave me was, &lt;i&gt;Just you wait, you'll have something to stare at in a few moments, just you wait...&lt;/i&gt; And oh did I have something to stare at. I WANT HER HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, please tell me the secret of your perfect hair,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-6558621327295009921?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6558621327295009921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/meeting-famous-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6558621327295009921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6558621327295009921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/meeting-famous-people.html' title='Meeting Famous People'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-3779569531474261204</id><published>2011-01-24T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:42:19.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>Yeah,it's just about that time, and I am going to be babysitting that night. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Babysitter 4 life,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-3779569531474261204?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3779569531474261204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3779569531474261204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3779569531474261204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-2561037504594011189</id><published>2011-01-11T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:19:14.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip #4</title><content type='html'>December 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;So exams are finally over, and Mousie (guy with the bar mitzvah) is making his move. I'm sorry, but he is too short for Brandon, even if he is a fellow retreater. I think Chris is better for her.&lt;br /&gt;1. They are a good height, and we did talk about how height is very important, you don't want the bend to be too much,and girls don't want to be the ones bending.&lt;br /&gt;2. Even if he does have his moments when he isn't okay, but all in all, I KNOW that Chris is a good person, and good enough for Brandon, but I don't know about Mousie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeffery needs to talk more. (just saying)&lt;br /&gt;But... I'm not Brandon, and that makes my life a happier, easier, safer place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;BTW I really want to hurt Brandon, but not in any bad way, just she has it so well, and all she can do is mope and be stressed. She can't just take what she has for granted. Some people dream to live her life and UUGGHH! (Trust me, I'm not that person, she just needs to learn.)&lt;br /&gt;NOW: Yeah, she still hasn't learned, and she's single... nothing worked out, Brandon cracked under the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Too much drama and homework,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-2561037504594011189?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2561037504594011189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2561037504594011189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2561037504594011189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-4.html' title='Gossip #4'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-7645016838813756728</id><published>2011-01-11T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:08:22.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>Or notable Quotables, as my English teacher likes to say.&lt;br /&gt;Febuary 18, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Hello, today the quote comes fromour very own, Young.&lt;br /&gt;"Smart people don't die, they just turn invisable."&lt;br /&gt;Although Young is indeed smart, he was not indecating himself in this quote. It was later brought up, and Young only laughed it off, denying his smarts. Later, he said " a ham sandwich is better than nothing. Nothing is better than eternal happiness. Therefore, a ham sandwich is better than eternal happiness."&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where he gets this stuff,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-7645016838813756728?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7645016838813756728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/quotable-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7645016838813756728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7645016838813756728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/quotable-quotes.html' title='Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6402185028130842141</id><published>2011-01-11T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:15:56.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing With No Voice</title><content type='html'>Yours truly can not sing for her life, but loves to anyway. Going around the house, everyone has to hear me screeching foreign lyrics cut through my mouth. My parents are the least supportive, while my brother merrily sings along, just as off-key as me. And guess what, I'm in chorus. Yeah, and they have these really pretty dresses (only for the girls) that make everyone (of the girls) look skinny. The only problem is they have these really uncomfortable and gaudy sequins sewed on, and the choral teacher likes it best if we have the dresses one or two sizes bigger because we have to both sing and dance in them, but I took one in my size. It was actually kinda sad, because Mrs. Yahwert looked at the dress and said, "Wow, this is really small!" and then said "Here you go Taschia, it must fit you." I still don't know how to react, happy cause she said I was skinny, or sad cause she said I was short.&lt;br /&gt;Still singing off-key,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-6402185028130842141?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6402185028130842141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/singing-with-no-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6402185028130842141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6402185028130842141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/singing-with-no-voice.html' title='Singing With No Voice'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6228208746045521106</id><published>2011-01-11T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:00:44.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Disaster</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said I wouldn't become a doctor, well, my hopes of becoming a cook aren't looking so hot either. I don't 'burn water', but I lack the skill, and more importantly, the patients and will. I tried to make cookies:&lt;br /&gt;a)I had expected mom to make them... silly me.&lt;br /&gt;b) My mother said that, if I needed any help, I could just ask my brother, and he's eight. (Yeah, it's a bit of an age difference...)&lt;br /&gt;c)The cookies burned, and they didn't taste half as good as my mom's batch. (my brother helped her...)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a bit left out because I don't really share the interest of cooking with my mom and brother... I tried to make taffy once (from scratch: it was summer, I was bored), that's when I first learned how sticky it could be and how fast it hardened.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going into any more detail,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-6228208746045521106?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6228208746045521106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/kitchen-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6228208746045521106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6228208746045521106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/kitchen-disaster.html' title='Kitchen Disaster'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-2988364067869091876</id><published>2011-01-04T21:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:20:28.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Since going back to school, I finally realized why I stopped blogging in the first place, and why stay-at-home moms have such long ones! THOSE POOR WOMEN MUST BE BORED OUT OF THEIR MINDS! I hope the lot of you are having a nice New Year and your New Years Resolutions haven't fallen through, like mine have. Mine was to work harder in school, and here I am, with tons of homework, BLOGGING CRAP NO ONE READS! Oh well, I don't care as much as this one girl in a story I read. She had no friends at school, so she started this blog and when someone finally responded a year later she was so happy, and he was her first friend. Ever. Poor girl. At least it turned out to be someone she knew, so he also became her friend in school, but she was in High School when she made her first friend. I felt really bad for her. Luckily it is a fictional story...&lt;br /&gt;L8R G8R,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-2988364067869091876?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2988364067869091876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2988364067869091876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2988364067869091876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-1235387504934786561</id><published>2011-01-01T14:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:38:37.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know, this was written on my iPod touch...</title><content type='html'>April 8, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even though this happened YESTERDAY I want to tell you about it and I had too much homework yesterday. Actually it wasn't the homework, but I had to pack for TWO freaking trips. The worst part is that I am going to be at home Sunday, and then off I go again on another trip. But I still love my teachers. (They are both school trips!) Poop. My brother and his friend are nagging me to let them use my iPod for useless games. True, I was the one who bought them, but I have a bad case of buy-anything-that-is-free when I get on iTunes. I don't think I am the only one. I told him no, cause I'm here, writing for my blog! Anyway, the story I wanted to tell you is that I am in the school band. Out of the 72 kids in the grade, (That isn't an exact number, and nor is the next one.) 43 are in band. For those of you to tired to do the math, that is over half the grade, and naturally the biggest band this school has seen. The only problem is that no one actually LIKES band, there just in it to get out of chorus or to keep the number of people in band up. (That would be me *smiles*)&lt;br /&gt;*CURRENT* I don't know where that was going, but Brandon told me it was over, and it is.&lt;br /&gt;TTFE Blondie,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-1235387504934786561?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1235387504934786561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-so-you-know-this-was-written-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1235387504934786561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1235387504934786561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-so-you-know-this-was-written-on-my.html' title='Just so you know, this was written on my iPod touch...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-1095662879583142582</id><published>2011-01-01T14:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:34:34.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip #3</title><content type='html'>December 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Well, in seventh grade Brandon didn't go to USN because she moved to Princeton for a year. When she came back to Nashville she went to Mousie's bar mitzvah, and that was the first time she was back in the USN community. The first person who goes up to her, or so she says, was Blondie. If you ask me, he probably wasn't the first person who came up to her and asks her were in the heck she had been, but she just needed a good excuse to like him. She was just wondering (more like hoping) that he would "crush on" her like she "crushed on" him. She came up with this wacky theory in which they had liked each other in fourth grade and now, four years later, they might like each other again. I didn't really get it, but I just went along, but you can probably guess how that would go. (aka, NOT WELL AT ALL!) But hey, what can I say (and get over the rhyme) not every one can remember their heart. Okay, back to the gossip: Brandon was all exited and the next part happened REALLY fast. She has a Face(book), just like everyone else but a few people (which includes me) and she and Blondie would chat when she had finished her homework and he had finished with his gymnastics. They would chat every day, or so it seemed, and all I could think was that Brandon was gonna get hurt. But what I got wrong was that I thought that she would not get ANYWHERE with the Blondie-liking-her-back thing. Originally she asked him if he liked anyone, and his response was that he liked to people and he could not "decide", but he was pretty sure he liked one of them better than the other. She than confessed and he admitted that one of the girls (yeah, he is no homo (and I've got nothing against them), even though he would probably do it with just about anybody, be they male or even human, Brandon would probably kill me for saying that.) was in fact Rachel and the other was a new student this year who's from Mexico and has come to stay with family friends. Her name is Ella. For a few days all Brandon could talk about was how much she HATED Ella.(*NOTE FROM THE PRESENT* She hated the girl who was Blondie's girl-fried-end earlier this year, but they broke up and now Brandon is best fried ends with her.) Eventually that passed and Blondie "chose" Brandon "over" Ella. I don't think that Ella caught on to any of this. More specifically was told to me  by MeL, a Guatemalan exchange student, that Ella had a "thing" for Robbie. (He was liked by both Leia and The Golden Poof, though it seems quite obvious that Leia was the one with the higher chance to "score" him.) So Brandon and Blondie would, again, chat during the night on Face(book). But this time they were with the knowledge that one liked the other a little too much. Brandon would, about once or twice a night re-confess her "liking him",  and it was an accomplishment if she did not even mention it. I think once he was even the one to start the chain of "I like you"s. One night there was even a crisis because she typed something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"I LIKE YOU A LOT!"&lt;br /&gt;And his response was not in all caps! Oh my! It was just about unbearable to listen to unless you were me and I was not doing the best thing either, I was sort of "studying" it. Since I don't get how she jumps off a cliff, the whole time I was trying to understand how all the pieces could possibly could fit into place. She didn't end up telling me lots of stuff, well at least while it happened, because she started to drift off to people like Alix and Ters because they knew, and know, Blondie better. I guess to her the world had a lot to do with Blondie now. But then that foreseeable (is that a word?) day came. When I got to school she told me she told me the news.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out what she said tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-1095662879583142582?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1095662879583142582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1095662879583142582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1095662879583142582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-3.html' title='Gossip #3'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-3027398477223404617</id><published>2011-01-01T14:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:14:39.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1</title><content type='html'>December 7, 2009            &lt;br /&gt;Why do people have a problem with the word "hell"? What is so bad about that? And "god"? That, well, at least I think, that that's really stupid. I said "what the hell" today in class and people like Boom and Mac bugged me about it later, but my friends were so beautiful and gave me support! Thank you guys, I'm crying just thinking about how I was so mad at Boom ans John (another person who made fun of my blunder) I seriously was thinking Hume Fogg had to be the only good answer, and USN was not even an option any more. What I really want to note on is that I think my social ans academic life are so messed up right now, but lots of people would consider it stable. I'm really sleepy, so I'll turn in now so this is the end I guess, well at least for,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, wait, I want to tell you a quick and funny story:&lt;br /&gt;MeL was talking about how if she and William were paired up in the same group, all they would do is laugh. So Mrs. Ice calls out the groups for the two person quiz and guess who is in the last pair, why MeL and William, of course! Okay bye for now. TTFN&lt;br /&gt;Always and 4Never&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-3027398477223404617?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3027398477223404617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3027398477223404617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3027398477223404617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-1.html' title='Journal #1'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6315487608925125561</id><published>2011-01-01T14:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:14:57.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip #2</title><content type='html'>December 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;She had been chatting with Blondie (again!), when she asked him the question that would ruin it all. She asked if he thought they were going out (or something close to that) but he didn't really get what she meant (because she worded it differently). She didn't want to just right out and ask him so she gave him one more shot and asked him what he thought of their relationship, and his response was "What relationship?". Can you believe that?! How could he ask her that! When Brandon told me this, my jaw did not just drop, IT FELL OFF! Yeah, I was super amazed too. (That my jaw fell off, of course.) She was really hurt and stunned that he would do something like that. I don't exactly remember what she did or said to that, but all I could tell her was "I told you so", and that didn't really seem to help. Then he goes off with that Joanne girl, who then dumps him because she finally figures out how much of a man-whore he is. (Sensitive people, I'm sorry about the language.)&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, so bu-bye!&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-6315487608925125561?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6315487608925125561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6315487608925125561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6315487608925125561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-2.html' title='Gossip #2'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6025842516033022923</id><published>2011-01-01T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:05:06.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip #1</title><content type='html'>December 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;What's juicy and all that junk:&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna get you all caught up on fourth grade for  (yes I will not use the names I truly call them!) Blondie (boy) and Brandon. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Brandon liked Blondie and he liked her. But I'm pretty sure Blondie had LOTS of girls who admired him. They (Brandon and Blondie) would walk around at recess holding hands or run away from girls who followed Blondie, totally jealous of Brandon! Find out more of what happened to Brandon and Blondie in the next issue.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, this is like some magazine article!)&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-6025842516033022923?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6025842516033022923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6025842516033022923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6025842516033022923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-1.html' title='Gossip #1'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6857412464688137044</id><published>2011-01-01T13:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:59:32.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of the New Year</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of 2011, as you all should know, as that means that school is just around the corner. I hope I don't regret re-joining band, but luckily I convinced one of my friends to re-join with me! Last year they (the band directors) told us (the 8th graders) that &lt;br /&gt;New Artist:&lt;br /&gt;I keep on forgetting to write them down, SE7EN.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bella,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-6857412464688137044?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6857412464688137044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6857412464688137044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6857412464688137044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-new-year.html' title='First Day of the New Year'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-2930303879842315708</id><published>2010-12-31T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:06:42.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Blog of the Year</title><content type='html'>Good-bye 2010.You have been good to me, and I will remember you fondly, but now it's 2011's turn to be the year. (for a year) &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;..^-^..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(o.o)&lt;&lt;br /&gt;_(U U)_&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye kitty,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-2930303879842315708?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2930303879842315708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-blog-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2930303879842315708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2930303879842315708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-blog-of-year.html' title='Last Blog of the Year'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-7659863118398829538</id><published>2010-05-31T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:50:36.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never become a doctor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sure many of you doctors out there might ask why, being a doctor is fun and I love my job. I am sure you do, and I have no problem with that. My father happens to be a doctor, but my friend cut her hand and I couldn't look without feeling a little light headed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My fried ends and I like to get together in groups of three for movie marathons, so we had one on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small; "&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Since each takes forever, we where up REALLY late even though we started at 11:30 am or something...So at 2:15 in the morning, dead tiered, my two fried ends and I turn off the TV and start getting ready for bed. The Golden Poof rummages through her vanity bag and somehow manages to cut herself on a razor she decided to bring for no reason. But it doesn't stop there, although it didn't really hurt her it wouldn't stop gushing blood at we didn't know how deep it was. (But since it was a razor, how sharp could it be?) S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;hawty&lt;/span&gt; end (she hasn't grown since Lower School) tried to take care of it since I was of no use, flipping out over the never ending flow of blood. Eventually we had to wake up my mom and she took care of GP's wound. I never really saw myself as someone who can't handle blood, but I guess I can't.. It's also a good excuse to say I can't follow in my old (not really) man's foot steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I guess I'll tell you all about my plans for the future. Lets start with:&lt;b&gt; How I Met THE LOU-ren (-ou pronounced like in out, or oust, or ouch, etc.)...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In the 6th grade I was fried ends with a girl who had a tendency to lie. The Liar was fried ends with this lonely weirdo who's life she loved to make miserable, specially by feeding her false information so that she would end up in awkward situations. One such lie was that I loved manga. Creepy-emo-girl was really happy that someone else in the grade shared her passion for them, so she immediately came up to me with a list of manga that she had read and liked. I felt really bad about what The Liar had done to her, so I took the list and a manga (the first &lt;i&gt;Fruits Basket)&lt;/i&gt; she offered and read it.Next thing I knew The Liar was no longer going to our school and Lou-ren (the lonely, creepy, emo, weirdo girl) was one of my closest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;And how this will effect our future...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last year (8th grade) Lou-ren and I jokingly (or so I thought) came up with this idea of opening a bookstore-tea shop. Next thing I know Lou-ren has told her entire family and mine. From there my mom begins lecturing me about how little businesses don't do well. I wonder if it really will happen, and I'll tell you if it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Good Luck with whatever you need it in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Taschia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3702201959086594770-7659863118398829538?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7659863118398829538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-never-become-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7659863118398829538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7659863118398829538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-never-become-doctor.html' title='I will never become a doctor...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-1427553026146296478</id><published>2010-05-27T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:42:24.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more band...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;BIG BANG!&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/3702201959086594770-1427553026146296478?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1427553026146296478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-more-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1427553026146296478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1427553026146296478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-more-band.html' title='One more band...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-2935494242162460392</id><published>2010-05-27T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:49:57.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Showers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Do you sing in the showers? I turn my music up really loud so I can here it over the 'roar' of the shower. (Mine is actually really loud, so sometimes I can't even hear my music any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;La La La laSUMMER BREAK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Taschia&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/3702201959086594770-2935494242162460392?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2935494242162460392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-showers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2935494242162460392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/2935494242162460392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-showers.html' title='Taking Showers...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6882600486423141124</id><published>2010-05-27T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:50:14.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER FRICKING BREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;School is FINALLY over! I have never been this happy about school out. I'm sorry. I haven't updated in FOREVER because I was getting behind on homework. (I happen to be the slowest typer on planet earth. I anyone cares to challenge me, I swear, I just down right suck at typing.) So now that exams and last minute cramming on the bus are over and summer is, well, happening, I CAN WRITE ON MY BLOG AGAIN! I am so happy that I have LITERALLY been jumping for joy. I have NEVER been this exited about summer. Never. Okay, about my typewriter obsession, well now I have a bike obsession. But I kinda live on a hill, so biking is pretty much impossible unless you are trying out for the Tour De France. (How do you spell that?) In fact, when we were driving down the other day, we saw bikers, in heavy (Actually it's really light for the wind resistance, but you get what I mean.) gear, trying to bike up our hill. They looked like they where in pain. And they were young. And fit. They looked like they where in a lot of pain. I don't want to bike up that hill, and I am definitely not biking down because it curves at this certain angle and, no way. I'm just going to keep my bones unbroken please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ya'll are the bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Taschia&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/3702201959086594770-6882600486423141124?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6882600486423141124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-fricking-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6882600486423141124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6882600486423141124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-fricking-break.html' title='SUMMER FRICKING BREAK!'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-1374805229238419432</id><published>2010-04-18T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:50:27.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I am SO sleep deprived! Not to mention that I still have homework... But you all don't care about that, so I'll start with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;TEA PARTY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Uuhh, yeah, they were there when we were at DC. In fact, we were a the Smithsonian when they had there "giant" rally. I don't really know what they believe in, but I have a picture that gave me a good idea of what their ideals are, and they are a bit... extreme, to say the least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I wrote this a long time ago, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Taschia&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/3702201959086594770-1374805229238419432?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1374805229238419432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1374805229238419432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1374805229238419432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/dc.html' title='DC!'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-7867571995611343201</id><published>2010-04-10T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:04:45.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The TLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;was amazing! All you people who aren't Latin SHOULD BE. But you’re not. (All my English teachers would KILL me for doing that right there. And they WOULDN'T really KILL me, but you get my drift{wood}.) I just got back and I NEED my sleep (got there:10:30 fell asleep around 1:00. woke up at 6:00 got back to the hotel 9:30 fell asleep around 12:00. woke up at 7:00), but I want to record this before I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is this really small, but this is also the funnies thing that happened, and [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMIFRICK&lt;/span&gt;! IT IS SORRY, SORRY ANSWER! AH {for an extended time}! IT IS BY SUPER JUNIOR! AH{and yes, this is also for an extended period of time} SO COOL! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FRICK&lt;/span&gt;! THEY ARE SUCH A BIG BOY BAND! 13 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FRICKING&lt;/span&gt; GUYS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRICK&lt;/span&gt;! Okay I'm, no wait THEY JUST SAID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SHAWDY&lt;/span&gt;! AH {you know the drill.}Okay, the song is over. And for my sake, don't look it up, thanks *smiles*.] we were talking about it the entire trip. Dr. McCoy, you really gave us a laugh. Sadly I wasn't there to wittiness it, but the retelling, by Faith, was really good, and I'm guessing it is pretty accurate, cause she can retell stories better than living them. Anyway, so Faith and some other Latin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AWESOMES&lt;/span&gt; ( And not all Latins are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awesomes&lt;/span&gt;, only the girls who went from Middle School. And yes, Porsche, you are an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;.) were talking to Dr. McCoy before we left on Thursday. Now, I don't know if I said this, but Dr. McCoy is the amazing English teacher who acts like a little kid. That is basically what is the main support for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;amazingness&lt;/span&gt;. On top of that, she is about five foot, I think. (For those of you who use meters, that is SMALL.) Dr. McCoy was giving some tips for the trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TCL&lt;/span&gt; and DC. (Faith and one other girl in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AWESOMES&lt;/span&gt; are actually 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;  graders, so they aren't going on the DC trip, but they are going on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OTD&lt;/span&gt;, which is the big trip we take in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I'll tell you about it in another blog.) One of her tips was this; What do you do when someone tries to kidnap you? You say "No, don't steal me." The best part we at she didn't scream, she said it like she was talking to a kid, or Forest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt;, which will come up later in this post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ELECTION:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) This was the first candidate who spoke. I'm sorry, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t pay attention to what they were running for. But this is what she did; she screamed into that mic. like her life depended on it. The up side of her speech was that there were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;....s or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;.....s. That was good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) This was the second guy (The first one was actually a girl, but I say guy to every one, sorry...) He recited a poem. That he wrote. I only remember the last line, but the last word in the line before it rhymed with thick, so in the line I wrote in, that is the word I used. Here it is;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You all might think me to be really thick&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But you should see the size of my....( He actually waited for quite a long time. For a while I thought he was just going to leave it there, but then he said) brain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was his poem for us. He was running against the girl. She won. But there is more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) Some dude ran  for secretary or something (by this time I had lost track of people who had spoken) and this is a quote; "You should see my Times New Roman, it is both quick and neat." I thought that was funny. And he won. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4)One of the Presidential candidates (there were two) said when she first came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;JCL&lt;/span&gt; she was a lone wolf in a wolf pack, Than she met us, and found out we were her wolf pack. I wonder if she meant to say it like that. But then, it gets better, she said we should vote for her to be our 'Alpha Wolf' She lost, but we voted for her, 3 and 1.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) When the president took his oath into office, the current president messed up and told him to corrupt the offices. Captain and I were the only ones to pick up on this, but she didn't laugh half as hard as I did, so every one, especially the current president was glaring at us. I got SO red in the face...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) There is something called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;certamen&lt;/span&gt;. It is basically Latin Quiz Bowl. Random questions about Latin. Yeah. The Middle School ( two boys, captain, and myself)had their team, so did the Freshmen (They were two girls) and then the advanced (All boys) The Advanced got third in the entire State. (THAT IS REALLY GOOD!) The Fresh{&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt;}men were CRUSHED in the first round and didn't even move on to second round. The Middle School had better competition. In the first round (there are only two) we were neck to neck (Is it another body part?) with this other team, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt;.  We won, but one of our answers was challenged, so we had to take those points away and ask a new question. It was all a big hassle and stupid. But get this; The girl who challenged us came up to us 20 minutes after it was all over to tell us she was sorry to have made this big deal about it all and that we handled it all really well and we deserved the win. Nice, right, wrong, she finished it all by telling us that she and her friend were running in the election and that we should vote for the both of them. I literally started to laughed and called her out. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean to, but we were all thinking, but I still got an elbow to the chest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that’s all that happened. And this was mostly all written on April 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 2010.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Taschia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-7867571995611343201?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7867571995611343201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/tlc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7867571995611343201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7867571995611343201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/tlc.html' title='The TLC'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6502110812399593117</id><published>2010-04-07T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:03:11.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Just a really random (SHORT) note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I am listening to a song titled "War War War"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I will not be blogging until April 18th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Already missin' ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Taschia&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/3702201959086594770-6502110812399593117?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6502110812399593117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6502110812399593117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6502110812399593117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/note.html' title='Note'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-6028929942567039212</id><published>2010-04-07T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:58:30.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;People seem to like to tell them, even though I'm sure they don't. I mean, think back to the first time, and last, when telling a lie was 100% okay with you and you were happy you did. No regrets. If you can list more than one, or one at all, you need to see a doctor. Well, today I told a lie, I feel bad about it, so I'm gonna tell you about it. Lets start from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;. I am on the Track &amp;amp; Field team. Raise your hand ( or just leave a comment) if you are, were, or will be (maybe a combination) on a track team. Now raise your hand ( you know the drill, or just leave a comment) if you are happy you do this. If you are, go back to that doctor of yours. I would much rather be on the softball team, but if they had a girls BASEBALL team (take into consideration that I can not play either sport, I don't even know how either of them work...)I would like to be in that too. Now my school is odd and happens to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; sports teams go into the middle of NOWHERE (yes, it is next to an interstate, but that is the only way we can go there, and besides that, there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; NOTHING. To prove it, it is right next to a target &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;complex&lt;/span&gt;. For those of you who have a life like mine and have no earthly idea what those two words together could possibly mean, it is basically a place where you shoot at flying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of clay. Rich people in England do it when they don't feel like hunting, I think...) to (remember, I am not done with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; yet) practice.  So to GET to the middle of nowhere (the school really is in the city of Nashville, but not the downtown area) we have to use buses. Now today, no, yesterday (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;), I was on the bus back to school because my parents work right across from the school and my brother is still stuck in the Lower School After School. On the bus, my friends like to sit on the edge of the seat (there are two people to a seat) so they can lean over and talk to each other as a giant mass-group. I usually get subjected to the window cause I'm just that cool. No, actually I am not on speaking terms with one guy who hangs out with the same group of people as I do, but that is a total different story that I might tell you in a month or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So today I was sitting in between The Captain and The Window. When she turned around to say the only words she would utter to me though out the entire trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Are you okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And my reply was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I'm a lonesome teenager, what does she think! Of course I was dieing in total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt; of no longer being part of the group! But I lived with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to lie and instead spilled it out on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have another story, but I also have another night of homework,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Taschia&lt;/span&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/3702201959086594770-6028929942567039212?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6028929942567039212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6028929942567039212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/6028929942567039212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/lies.html' title='Lies...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-1669862545322788215</id><published>2010-04-06T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:02:55.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I love mine to death, but they don't feel the same way ... about each other. They were just fighting, not PHYSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;ALLY, oh gosh no, just verbally... yeah. So any how, it was about work. Note to the reader: never marry someone who works in the same field as you. That usually doesn't exactly work out, especially for the kids. The chain goes somewhat like this: You work together, so you know what goes down at work. You'll want to talk about it, but you'll forget to explain it to the kids and they will feel really left out. I should know this pretty when, I have had to deal with it for 14 years of my LOVELY life. (I'm serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; when I put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lov&lt;/span&gt;-er-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; in all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;caps.) Okay, that was a really short post but a) no one will ever read them and b) I have have to do my homework, I'm behind from yesterday. If I finish early, I'll write down some more of my thoughts, maybe even my philosophy on love, but who am I to know anything on that subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Y'all Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taschia&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/3702201959086594770-1669862545322788215?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1669862545322788215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1669862545322788215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1669862545322788215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/parents.html' title='Parents...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-7330721713049770925</id><published>2010-04-05T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:01:13.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;If you haven't seen yet, I have a blog that finally fits my name! Yeah! How cool is that? Anyway, I have to go becauase yours truly hasn't done ANY of her homework yet, she's just been messing around.&lt;br /&gt;Have an AWSOME life,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-7330721713049770925?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7330721713049770925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7330721713049770925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/7330721713049770925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-3994917811449362410</id><published>2010-04-05T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:51:44.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;...Well, NOT really. That would be...&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post JUST for writers. As you might know, (from looking at what I wrote under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;) I love to read. So if any of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; like to shoot me some of your stuff, just send it to my BLOG email: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:noah.mona@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;noah.mona@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;SEND ME STUFF! I promise not to use any of it. And you have this in writing to prove it! I am also reading jazzetry's stuff and Beatrixinwonderland (BTW, both of those names are super cool. They are so cool you either have to be a super nerd or just awesome like that. (I fall under geeky...))&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE SEND ME STUFF IF YOU ARE A WRITER AND SEE THIS BLOG POST!&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&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/3702201959086594770-3994917811449362410?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3994917811449362410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-love-you-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3994917811449362410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/3994917811449362410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-love-you-forever.html' title='I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-1919137913553598308</id><published>2010-04-04T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:35:37.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Normally I don't like dead things. For example, we (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;, and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Bucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;) live in a huge wooden house on a hill that some-what resembles a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;tree house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;. (our house, not the hill) But next to the house is an ACTUAL tree house. Now, this happened back in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; grade, so the memories might be a bit blurry, and the friend who was staying over has now moved away. But this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;Blair (NOT her real name) was staying at my house for a sleepover. I had told her about my ACTUAL tree house, and, naturally, she wanted to see it, but when we go to my house, it was too dark out (remember, we were in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; grade) so my mom suggested we go in the morning, which the two of us were more than happy to do. So, we got up as early as possible to go to the tree house. The result; we came screaming back into the house, waking everyone else. Have you put the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; together yet? Well, when we went into the tree house, we saw the tail and hind legs of a (STILL) anonymous animal. That wasn't the worst part, it had (Wait, if you don't like blood and gore, skip this part, it gets kind of...) been, somehow, cut in half so that both Blair and I saw was the bone, blood, flesh, and other insides the animal had. It was HORRIBLE! We flipped and, well you know the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. FOR PEOPLE WHO STOPPED READING, YOU CAN READ NOW. The whole point I was trying to make is that I DON'T LIKE DEAD THINGS, that is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;. The language is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;quite dead, but I still like it and I am very exited about the State Latin Convention that will be held in Gatlinburg, TN. So here is a question, who of you lov-ER-ly readers knows Latin, and who of you just happens to be going to a Latin convention (Where)?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;Taschia&lt;br /&gt;BTW I might never post this comment, but if it is posted (that would probably be the only reason you are reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;) it may not have been posted on the day it was written. And the next post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; never come out. I am only writing this to hear myself type.&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-1919137913553598308?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/1919137913553598308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1919137913553598308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/1919137913553598308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-things.html' title='Dead Things'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3702201959086594770.post-4193366481372806685</id><published>2010-04-04T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:58:46.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Without the ellipsis points at the end, that is basically what I write every time there is fog on the window of the bus on the ride to school. My bus driver is really nice. Every time we got on the bus he would smile and say Good Morning, and early greetings like such. I would say his name, but you never know what you can put on the internet these days... But don't worry, I know it. I really hate when people seem so friendly, and they don't even take the time to ask the person for their name. (I mean, let’s say you go to the post office every Friday. Don't ask me why, but you do. Maybe your VERY CLOSE friend sends you stuff every weekend. (?) Anyway, so you end up seeing the person who works there every Friday, cause they end up helping you every time. You 'know them for a whole two years, and your friendly and all that, but you don't care, or even ponder if that person has a good friend like yours. Or a family, A life, A NAME! So there is my example. BUT DON'T WONDER OUT OF GUILT. You have to seriously be interested or else you will never remember people.) So lesson of the day (April 4, 2010) smile at a stranger. (It might be me. *grins [evilly]*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TYPEWRITER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Umm, reader, I know you might be dieing to get a typewriter, cause I am not, I'm quite healthy, but I would love if you found ANYTHING that caould work, I am willing to look. And if you are selling one, I'm your girl. (NOT LITTERALLY! CREEPER!) I am mere eighth grader who will be paying this with her parents money, so keep that in mind. I also want to be able to write on it cause hermits don't have typewriters just cause, beleive it or not, they actually USE it, so it would have to be in working condition. *sighs* But not only does it have to WORK, it has to LAST. I'm sorry, if this is boring, you can just skip it, but I really want one! My ABSOLUTE biggest problem is that my paents are against it, and I see, 100%, where they are coming from. *OMD! SPAZ! (I am having a spaz attack) IT'S RESET BY SUPER JUNIOR [snickering in the background] 'SHUT UP! Not everyone can have a good voice, or have good taste in music!' Reader. If you too are snickering at me, please stop, you probably like one or two bad songs too! Frankly, I like it, and it hasn't hurt anyone yet! (They were guick, painless deaths, I assure you{jk})*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, I am getting really sidetracked here, but I am really angry about this. People take things too litterally. I mean, geez, we can have fun sometimes can't we!? If something, anything happens, if I didn't have jk or something after that, I could be in so much trouble, even if I have nothing to do with anything! That is so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, I forgot where I was, oh well, next thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KOREAN [POP] MUSIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry, I am trying to convert the univers to Korean-[Pop]-ism. Here are the artists I know so far. Please, if you happen to know any more Korean artists, pop or not, please tell me. (Yes, two pleases) I has so many at one time, but I lost all the names, exept for the pop ones, for some odd reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BoA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girls Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2NE1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...That is my pittifully small list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you write me anything, I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taschia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BTW I might never post this comment, but if it is posted (that would probably be the only reason you are reading this) it may not have been posted on the day it was written. And the next post might never come out. I am only wrting this to hear myself type. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3702201959086594770-4193366481372806685?l=simplifythesimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4193366481372806685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/4193366481372806685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3702201959086594770/posts/default/4193366481372806685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplifythesimple.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world.html' title='Hello World...'/><author><name>Art Generation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180078111780791664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4meFah5NV4/S7jm5ahZSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3G4JDqLzQno/S220/2007-11-07_142917.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
