<?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-10950979</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:25:26.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All the world's a stage</title><subtitle type='html'>All the world's a stage,and all the men and women merely players: 
They have their exits and their entrances,
and one man in his time plays many parts. ~Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-115171835621315032</id><published>2006-06-30T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:45:56.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i'm off to Mexico for a week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-115171835621315032?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/115171835621315032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=115171835621315032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/115171835621315032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/115171835621315032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-im-off-to-mexico-for-week-adios.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-115095223625479615</id><published>2006-06-21T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:57:16.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people have to be so critical all the time??  Just in general... its so human nature to just criticize.  I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-115095223625479615?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/115095223625479615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=115095223625479615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/115095223625479615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/115095223625479615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/06/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114929277548137087</id><published>2006-06-02T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:59:35.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know.. i'm a horrible person!!!</title><content type='html'>So... i got a live journal.  i know i know.  terrible.  i told myself i never would, and what did i do?? got one.  oh well.  i figured this way i could keep in touch with some of my friends that have them that are leaving for school in a couple months.  dont worry, i'll still keep this one...but its not like anyone reads it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114929277548137087?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114929277548137087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114929277548137087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114929277548137087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114929277548137087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-im-horrible-person.html' title='I know.. i&apos;m a horrible person!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114671529210197040</id><published>2006-05-03T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:01:32.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm</title><content type='html'>I love the rain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114671529210197040?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114671529210197040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114671529210197040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114671529210197040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114671529210197040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/05/mmmmm.html' title='mmmmm'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114609081473478869</id><published>2006-04-26T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:33:34.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... at least I'm alive</title><content type='html'>ACT was today.....  after four hours of frustration and anxst and a slightly achy back from my malfunctioning chair... i got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news:  i still had to go to school afterwards for 3 hours.  and i have to wait four weeks for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:  i'm still alive?? at least for four more weeks until i die when i see my horrible score!! its ok, i'll just blame the malfunctioning chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114609081473478869?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114609081473478869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114609081473478869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114609081473478869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114609081473478869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-at-least-im-alive.html' title='Well... at least I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114460260720535743</id><published>2006-04-09T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:14:56.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHHH</title><content type='html'>You know what subject I am utterly and completely sick of? Prom. I am just soooo sick of it. And its in four weeks... so that means that we have four more weeks of drama drama drama. Its driving me up the wall. Last night two of my friends called me in tears over a certain subject, and while it wasnt completely about prom, it still was mentioned several times. People, people, people. Prom is not the type of thing to go into hysterics about. Seriously. And I am soooo sick of people asking me who I'm going with. I just kinda laugh and say, I dont have a date. And then they just get this concerned look and stare at me and say.... "You don't have a date?? Ooooh I'm sooo sorry!!!! Are you even going to go??? Feel better k??" OH MY GOSH please people.... lets get serious. First of all, like I said before, there are four weeks until prom. is there some unwritten rule that if you dont have a date at the four weeks mark you're not going to get one?? not that i know of. Second of all, if I dont have a date, its not the end of the world. I'm not going to go kill myself or drive some guy's car over a cliff. And third of all.... please.... I am NOT one of those girls who doesnt go just because she doesnt have a date. I think I have more respect for myself than that, and I dont need to rely on a guy for all my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.... what is the big deal? And why does everyone feel like they need to come to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; to figure out who they're going to ask? Sorry... but I dont want to help you. Especially if when I give you an idea, you bug me about it for days on whether or not I think its a good idea. If I gave you the idea, then of course I'm going to think its a good idea because I gave it to you. End of discussion. And then the people that keep asking me who I want to go with. Ok, lets just get this clear: yes, it would be great to have a date. yes, I have a person in mind. No, I am not going to tell you. I have only told 3 people plus my mom and you know why? Because theater is nothing but a huge gossip farm. There are eyes and ears in the walls on the floors. Things get heard, they get spread, they get twisted, and before you know it, its not just that I want to go to prom with Mr. Guy Man, its that I'm having Mr. Guy Man's baby. So get over it, move on, stick to your own business. If I want you to know, I will freely tell you.... but I am NOT going to just go around and be like, "so I really want to go to prom with Mr. Guy Man" to everyone and their dog. Let me do things my way, and you do things yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, even writing this post is buying into the prom mania. Cuz i'm still talking about it... I'm still getting worked up about it. GRRRRR. Oh and I even had a dream about it last night... where this guy that i hardly even know asked me to prom, and I said no, and then prom was like really strange and I wore this weird brown shirt over my dress the entire time. Even in my dreams prom is warped and twisted. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a ligther note, that last post was my 100th post. Yay. *balloons and confetti shower down on your head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i changed my template cuz i was getting really annoyed with that one for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114460260720535743?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114460260720535743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114460260720535743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114460260720535743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114460260720535743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/04/bahhh.html' title='BAHHH'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114446990174852261</id><published>2006-04-07T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:33:57.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sit here... kneeling&lt;br /&gt;Singing. Praying.&lt;br /&gt;I cry out in sudden silence:&lt;br /&gt;"Speak, I am listening!"&lt;br /&gt;But I get no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the silence in my mind&lt;br /&gt;In an empty room full of people.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music crash around me&lt;br /&gt;Like waves on a shore of enternal life.&lt;br /&gt;But I get no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pour my heart out&lt;br /&gt;I surrender.&lt;br /&gt;At least thats what I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;But no one can really know for sure...&lt;br /&gt;Its something you must feel.&lt;br /&gt;But still I get no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice succombs to the music&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself to the art of worship.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm listening... I'm listening."&lt;br /&gt;My words repeat over and over in my head.&lt;br /&gt;But still I get no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about You...&lt;br /&gt;Share what You have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;It opens my eyes and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I even hear something... a faint whisper of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And then all at once I get a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You have to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I know for now.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I have discovered&lt;br /&gt;Is that voice in my head that I thought was mine&lt;br /&gt;The one that cried out "speak to me... I'm listening"--&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it wasnt mine at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe it was Yours.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know me, You want to love me.&lt;br /&gt;You died for me so that I may live,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even manage one good deed a day to thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to speak to You.&lt;br /&gt;I want to open up my deepest fears&lt;br /&gt;Hopes, dreams, loves, gratitutdes,&lt;br /&gt;Upon your table.&lt;br /&gt;For You are my Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I want to worship You&lt;br /&gt;In anyway I can.&lt;br /&gt;First I will speak to You.&lt;br /&gt;Then speak &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; You&lt;br /&gt;And finally, speak &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; You.&lt;br /&gt;For I love You above all things.&lt;br /&gt;For You know all things,&lt;br /&gt;You endure all things,&lt;br /&gt;and You are all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got my reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114446990174852261?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114446990174852261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114446990174852261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-sit-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114400004168122941</id><published>2006-04-02T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T11:47:21.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week has been an amazing week.  I think the stars have realigned themselves.  Or perhaps its a little thing called spring break.  either way, its been fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some highlights:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**going to lifespot to see one band and becoming obsessed with the band that played before them  (and stalking the members just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**helping plan a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**three words:  WHEEL OF FORTUNE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**college visits... especially getting lost in boulder and almost sleeping in the most shifty hotel i've ever seen (kinda thrilling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**going shopping on pearl street with my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**recieving a $25 check after finding out I won this poetry contest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**our "delightful diversion" dance which is AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**getting a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**hanging out with my dad even though i got alttitude sickness and couldnt go skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**getting my prom dress  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**going to the melting pot and spending $31 (eek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**watching my puppy recover from ACL surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**getting to see my sister twice in one week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys all had a good week too!!!! i have to admit, i'm not looking forward to tomorrow morning but at least this past week will give me a little euphoria to carry on throughout the next few weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114400004168122941?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114400004168122941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114400004168122941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114400004168122941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114400004168122941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-past-week-has-been-amazing-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114238148616817678</id><published>2006-03-14T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:43:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate in life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEWARE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;the following post contains a lot of ranting, so if you dont want my downer ranting to bring down your good day, then dont read.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I hate in life:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***hypocrites&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***egos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who make up some huge story just so that they wont "hurt you" but then when you really find out the truth, it ends up hurting even more just because you realized that the person didnt have the guts to tell you the truth in the first place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***being naive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***formalities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***cliques&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***pity invites&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***not being able to go to dance for weeks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***bad dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***missing someone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***finding out that the reason a guy wont date you is because you're too "moral" for him and oooh no... I cant date someone who has *gasp* morals or else I might corrupt them and I wouldnt want &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***finding out that ^^^ information and questioning your morals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***thinking about that ^^^ and feeling bad for ever doubting yourself to begin with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** sitting at home all by yourself just knowing that all of your friends are doing tons of fun stuff and no one called you. And then having your parents try to cheer you up by saying "its ok.... we're more fun anyway." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***being forced to do something you really dont want to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***trying to confide in someone about your problems just to find out that they know more about your problems then you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***having to fake a smile every single day just so people wont come up to you and go "oooh are you ok?? whats wrong?? you should feel better!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***thinking that nothing can possibly get worse than how it is right now, and then all of the sudden, it does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***hearing over and over from people that you didnt get the part that you got in the musical because of your talent... oh no!! you dont have any talent!!!! they just gave that to you because you're small and you look young!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***coming to terms with the fact that all of that ^^^ probably is true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***trying to make a statement and ignore someone who really really hurt you, but they're so oblivious that they dont understand that you're not talking to them so they just go on like everything is normal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***finding out that someone has been trying to pull the wool over your eyes for months and you didnt realize it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***realizing that someone you trusted didnt feel it was important to tell you some very important information, and that you had to find it out from someone else who had nothing to do with the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who know about stuff in situations that they're not even involved in and then they go and gossip about it to the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***gossip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who dont know how to just let go and move on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who get really good roles in plays or get into sports or choirs and then all they do is complain to other people about it. just be thankful for what you have because I guarentee you that half of the people that you're complaining to wanted the very thing that you're complaining about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***realizing that something that you've dreamed about for 6 years is never going to happen for you because you're not good enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***after realizing it ^^^, practically being told that very thing by someone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who "tiptoe" around you just to not upset you, but that just makes you even more upset.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***Splenda.. seriously who the heck invented that stuff?? it is disgusting and they put it in EVERYTHING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who are fake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***finding out that it was all a lie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who just let chances pass them by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***never being able to measure up to your friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who claim they are "unique" only to see that they have a little posse of clones exactly like them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***losing touch with your sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***people who shamelessly flirt because they're bored &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***ranting &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***realizing that more than half of the stuff you are ranting about people doing you're actually guilty of yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114238148616817678?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114238148616817678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114238148616817678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114238148616817678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114238148616817678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-i-hate-in-life.html' title='Things I hate in life....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114193984852537615</id><published>2006-03-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:07:22.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Peche and Nathan (but others can/should read too)</title><content type='html'>This is in response to the comments that you guys left on my last post. I read them, and I definately knew that I needed to respond to them sometime, but I just wasnt feeling it for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regarding what you guys brought up about living your life to glorify God, I have a few things to say. I agree and disagree with both of you. I do believe that you must glorify God in everything you do.... except by no means is reading a book a selfish act. It is a quiet activity that calms a person and allows them to learn things about life and about themselves. On the other hand, reading is a quiet activity that one does in seclusion, so yes, one might argue that a person is not living their life for God or to the fullest at that moment when they are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night, I went to this thing called XLT at St. Thomas Moore church. Its just a night designed for worshiping God and reflecting on how we should live our lifes. The guest speaker was named JD and by a lovely coincidence, he talked about living your life by glorifying God in everything you do. He said that while you &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; glorify God in &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; you do ( including eating, sleeping, etc.), he also said that by doing things that you love, (sports, theater, music, &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;, dancing, etc) you are also glorifying God because you are doing something that makes you happy, which makes God happy. Also, God gives us talents, and by using them, we are glorifying him. So, say if I had a hidden talent of..... um.... pie eating... and i never used that talent, then that's not good, because its a gift from God. However, if i entered myself into tons of pie eating contests, then in that sense, I would be glorifying God because i would be using the gift he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not sure if this makes any sense.... but I just thought that i was kinda cool that we had been talking about this and then all of a sudden that was the topic at this thing Tuesday night. So therefore, I will end this post with something JD said: "Glorify God in the way that you feel you need to glorify Him, not in the way someone tells you to."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114193984852537615?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114193984852537615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114193984852537615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114193984852537615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114193984852537615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-peche-and-nathan-but-others.html' title='To Peche and Nathan (but others can/should read too)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114137236974715519</id><published>2006-03-03T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T01:00:03.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent!!!</title><content type='html'>So, Lent started yesterday, and I'm so excited because Lent is my favorite time of the year. I don't know why, but just something about it... it feels so refreshing. Its like, you have 40 days to make yourself into a better person and grow deeper in your relationship with God. Its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I like about it is that you get to give something up so that you can use the time/energy you save in not doing what you gave up to pray or help out your parents or chat with an old friend or make yourself healthier, etc. etc. I always try and give up something that will make me a better person in the long run. Something that takes up too much of my time, so by the time Lent is over, I'm so used to not doing that thing that I do it less and its less of my life, even when I dont need to give it up anymore. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Random fact break****** Did you know that between Ash Wednesday (the beginning of Lent) and Easter Sunday (the end of Lent), there are actually 47 days? So then why is it said that Lent is 40 days? Well, actually, the seven extra days are Sundays, and when you give something up for Lent, you can actually have that something back on Sundays. Cool, huh? Usually I dont though... I try and make it all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Lent, I'm giving up myspace... because I am sooo addicted to it. It seriously takes up so much of my time and to be honest I dont like the person that I have become because of it. I have become this self-centered, narsicistic person who only cares about other people's opinion. I mean, obviously some aspects of it are very cool... how you get to express your personality and stuff, but a lot of the aspects I dont like. For instance, I hate the fact that its a common conception that you have to have comments from people every day or else you feel like a total reject. I havent gotten to the stage where I post bullitens saying "pleez leave me comments cuz i'm lonely!!!" but you never know. Also, I hate, hate, hate the pictures. Its cool cuz you get to share with people your life and your friends and stuff, but it has turned into, "lets see how many pictures I can take of myself making different poses!!" Seriously, I have taken more pictures of myself in the past few months than I have in my entire lifetime. Its so vain and its so selfish and its just dumb and pointless and its not who I am. And I am sick of it. I am sick of the person myspace has made me become. Its not me, and its not who I want to be. I want to serve God, I want to be His soldier and go where He wants me to go and do what He wants me to do, and I'm pretty sure taking tons of pictures of myself and logging onto a website 10 times in a day and spending hours on it is not what He has in mind. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I deleted my myspace altogether after Lent is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what bugs me even more, is that when I tell people that I'm giving up myspace for Lent, their automatic response is "omg you're crazy... myspace is like my life!!" What the heck?? Since when is a virtual world your life?? Sorry, but no. Go out and live your life. We were not put on this earth to sit at computer desks for hours... creating html codes and begging for comments and being vain by taking tons of thousands of pictures of ourselves every week. So while others may be talking about their lives, I'm going out and living mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Lent is amazing. If I had read all of this ^^ that I just said a couple of weeks ago, I would have thought that I was crazy and overreacting. But Lent has made me realize that life isnt about all the vanity and the social cliches and the messaging and commenting and pictures and bullitens..... its about &lt;em&gt;living,&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt;, and being who you are in the flesh, not on a computer screen. Don't get me wrong, I still think myspace is a pretty cool invention, kudos to Tom, but I'm also wary of the demons it contains, as we all should be. Ands its not just in myspace.... its in everything. We need to be aware of everything in our daily lives that we do which bring us further away from our purpose here. I know I'm getting all preachy, but thats truly how I feel. And that is what Lent has made me realize, and its only the second day!!! I am sooo excited for this Lent, and for the next 38 days. I have a feeling that God has many, many, lessons for me to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114137236974715519?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114137236974715519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114137236974715519' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114137236974715519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114137236974715519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/03/lent.html' title='Lent!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114074122747079362</id><published>2006-02-23T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:33:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!</title><content type='html'>So i am a complete ditz and totally forgot my blog's birthday was 3 days ago!  so.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!  i cant believe i've been blogging for a year... wow.  i'm totally slacking though... dont worry, i'll start posting a lot more again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114074122747079362?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114074122747079362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114074122747079362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114074122747079362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114074122747079362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-blog.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-114029673505682616</id><published>2006-02-18T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:44:27.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh sad day...</title><content type='html'>My poor car Sniper after it got backed in to. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/P21800081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/P21800081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/P2180007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/P2180007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-114029673505682616?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/114029673505682616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=114029673505682616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114029673505682616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/114029673505682616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-sad-day.html' title='oh sad day...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113798763189637181</id><published>2006-01-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:40:31.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOT!</title><content type='html'>So today is my 6 month anniversery of getting my license.  So THAT means that i can drive one other person under the age of 21 that is not a family member. legally.  so, yay for that.  anyone wanna go to lunch on tuesday?  cuz i can drive you!!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113798763189637181?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113798763189637181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113798763189637181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113798763189637181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113798763189637181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/01/wooot.html' title='WOOOT!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113711002078991383</id><published>2006-01-12T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:05:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For lack of anything better to write about</title><content type='html'>Today during rehersal/tech for the play, a bunch of guys thought it would be funny if I could fit into a fridge. Not a running one, mind you, but a really old one. and not a big one. it was probably 4 feet tall and had a huge ice box that hung down like a foot and a half on one side of the inside. so i'm not really sure how they convinced me to get inside the fridge, but i did. and i was like mortifyed cuz once i got in they called all these people over to look at me. several pictures were taken. it was not fun. and then i get out and 10 minutes later i find out that the fridge up until like 2 days ago was covered in mold on the inside. so now i'm probably going to get like, cancer or something. i'm so smart sometimes!  Below is the picture that someone took of me on their camera phone.  i'm hiding my head in shame.  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/62560590_193309100_0%5B1%5D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113711002078991383?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113711002078991383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113711002078991383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113711002078991383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113711002078991383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-lack-of-anything-better-to-write.html' title='For lack of anything better to write about'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113615907332200904</id><published>2006-01-01T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:44:33.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate About New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;***it is sooooo overated.... everyone is so concerned about hanging out with friends or going to a party and drinking drinking drinking and everyone just gets sucked into this stupid new years sucky suck fest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***i hate the countdown.  it makes me feel like a bomb is being detonated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***does anyone else find it extremely scary??  i dont know why but i always find myself clenching my fists and shutting my eyes the last 10 seconds of the old year. i blame that whole, y2k thing a couple years back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***y2k.  that was the stupidest thing ever and it scared everyone into making stupid shelters with canned food and it was just stupid.  the year changing from 1999 to 2000 is not going to make the world explode!! i promise!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***new years resolutions.  they're dumb.  people make dumb resolutions.  and why do you have to make a resolution for the new year?  i know its a way to start fresh and stuff, but you're not gonna keep it.  its not like as soon as the year changes you're this new person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***what is the point of the holiday anyway??  everyone gathers around and stays up till midnight for a saturday to change into a sunday??   whoopee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** it always seems like i'm up in the mountains or on some desserted island far away from any civilization except for my family who chooses to go to bed at 1030.  so just in case i wanted to give in to the overratedness of the holiday, i cant because there's no one around!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***why do people find the need to get drunk?  i mean seriously.  is that a good way of starting the new year??  NO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***did i mention how overrated it is???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***7 years ago on new years eve we had to put my dog down.  that was awful.  it was the worst way to end a year and bring in a new one.  i truly believe that has ruined new years eve for me forever.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113615907332200904?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113615907332200904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113615907332200904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113615907332200904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113615907332200904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2006/01/10-things-i-hate-about-new-years.html' title='10 Things I Hate About New Years'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113567087918438104</id><published>2005-12-27T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:07:59.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis a sad day.....</title><content type='html'>....the day that I realize that i have lost my zest for blogging.  i blame myspace completely.  i used to be so insightful on my blog and so full of stuff to say and now all i do is post pictures.  how sad.  not to mention that i average about one post every two weeks, when i used to post once a day... sometimes twice.  its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; speaking of sad... i have felt so sad lately.  like really, depressed almost.  i dont know what it is, but i just feel like i have this void in my life that wasnt there before.  i dont know what it could be, and ive thought and thought and searched and i really dont know.  sometimes i just feel so empty.  and i've prayed about it and everything but nothing seems to help.  any ideas?   its not like i've like....had a great loss or something, or moved, or anything else that would cause a void in my life, but i just feel very hollow.  like something is gone that was there before and that wont come back easily.  i have to search for it and look deep inside me.  perhaps it is just lost somewhere in me.  like deep down.  like its just fallen out of place and its up to me to put it back where it should be.  but what is it?  I dont know.  i dont know at all.  this is probably gonna scare everyone that reads this and theyre gonna do this huge intervention on me to get me to stop being depressed... but i'm not like suicidal or anything.  i just feel like somethings missing.  that hasnt been here for awhile.  something that perhaps used to be here a lot in me and that i've taken for granted, but now that its gone i miss it so much.  what is it??  grr.  this is seriously the strangest stream of consciousness post ever.  sorry about this.  but then again a total of like, 2 people read my blog so i guess they wont mind.  lol.  but seriously, for those of you that do read my blog, if you get a chance, could you pray for me that i can figure out what is missing in me??  i would appreciate that a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going away for like a week.  in the mountains.  it should be fun.  lots and lots of family time.  oh joy!! lol no it'll be fun.  hopefully.  anyway i hope everyone had a great christmas and a very happy new year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113567087918438104?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113567087918438104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113567087918438104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113567087918438104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113567087918438104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-sad-day.html' title='Tis a sad day.....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113562827068757662</id><published>2005-12-26T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:18:53.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/PC250032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/PC250032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think my dogs had more fun snooping around the tree than they did playing with their toys that they got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/PC250025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/PC250025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113562827068757662?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113562827068757662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113562827068757662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113562827068757662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113562827068757662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113434456177846568</id><published>2005-12-11T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:42:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the simple joys</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was like, eight, I always wanted all white lights on our Christmas tree.  Well, this year, my parents finally gave in.  It not only has all white lights, but its a new tree altogether(we're the fake-tree type of people)!  It is so pretty.  here is a picture of it. Its so tall that it didnt fit in the whole shot of the camera.  Sorry.   Its amazing how the smallest things  like white lights on a Christmas tree can turn your mood from being completely depressed to completely elated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/640/PC110207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/PC110207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113434456177846568?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113434456177846568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113434456177846568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113434456177846568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113434456177846568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-simple-joys.html' title='Oh the simple joys'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113307191097211707</id><published>2005-11-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:26:26.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY....</title><content type='html'>...am i so effing paranoid?? seriously. can anyone answer that question for me?? i am the biggest baby i know. i left my house and stood outside in the cold for 15 minutes with no shoes and no coat on all because a stupid light turned on in my house after coming home to the door being unlocked. now is the thought, &lt;em&gt;someone is in my house&lt;/em&gt;, a normal reaction? please, tell me. cuz i honestly think that i am mentally ill. grrrr. i am so mad at myself for being such a loser. what a freak. to those who are my friends: i feel sorry for you. thank you for sticking by me despite all my craziness. if you dont want to be my friend anymore after hearing about how crazy and paranoid i truly am, i'll understand. and on top of it, i am having extreme issues typing with my right hand cuz its like frozen or broken or something and i am such a freaking freak. freaky freak freak. why? why why why why why???? grrrrr. sorry about this crazy post. there's 2 minutes of your life you'll never get back thanks to my stupid freaking freaky freakness. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;strong&gt;edit******* &lt;/strong&gt;and a million and one thanks to the most awesomest friend, peche, who "waited" with me outside in the cold for 15 minutes while i was scared out of my mind.  and thanks to her for "waiting" with me when i was locked out of my house for half an hour a couple months ago.  you are definately the most rockinist friend ever.  (i really was going to add that into my post originally but i completely forgot..... thanks for reminding me! lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113307191097211707?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113307191097211707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113307191097211707' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113307191097211707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113307191097211707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/11/why.html' title='WHY....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113208853451437530</id><published>2005-11-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:51:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slump</title><content type='html'>So... I have been on a blog slump. I dont feel like posting anything. And i havent felt like it in like months. I dont know why. Its very strange. I just dont feel in the mood to write. No inspiration. Or perhaps i'm just burned out from all the stupid english assignments that i've been having to do lately. they take so much out of me. there's only a certain amount of writing juice i'm alloted a month, and i'm way over that allotment. maybe i'll just post some pictures. too bad i dont have a camera. hmmm. well anyway, the point i'm trying to make (was there ever a point??) is that i am sorry that i havent posted very substansial posts lately. I'm going on a retreat this weekend so maybe when i come back i will be inspired to write. anyway, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/slumpin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113208853451437530?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113208853451437530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113208853451437530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113208853451437530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113208853451437530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/11/slump.html' title='Slump'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113150857323671882</id><published>2005-11-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:56:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I'm a dork</title><content type='html'>I just fell out of my chair.  And then the chair proceeded to fall on top of me.  Why am I such a nerd?   Why do I even have friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- peche... dont wory, i will blog about the car incident... i'm just waiting for the oportune moment  (name that movie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113150857323671882?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113150857323671882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113150857323671882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113150857323671882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113150857323671882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-im-dork.html' title='Wow I&apos;m a dork'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113056747781470477</id><published>2005-10-29T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:33:07.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever did this is....dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/PA290177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/PA290177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken from my front porch cuz i really didnt feel like going any further outside at 1215 at night. Especially when i heard someone whistling at me. I'll take more pics in the morning and post them if i feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113056747781470477?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113056747781470477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113056747781470477' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113056747781470477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113056747781470477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/10/whoever-did-this-isdumb.html' title='Whoever did this is....dumb'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113029368119334438</id><published>2005-10-25T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:30:41.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am now afraid of my basement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/PA2501701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/PA2501701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the actual size of the spider I found above my computer in my basement.  I'm pretty sure its a &lt;a href="http://ohioline.osu.edu/hyg-fact/2000/2061.html"&gt;brown recluse&lt;/a&gt;. I am now afraid to put my feet down on my basement floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/PA2501711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/PA2501711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what it looked like after I got my dad to smash it with a fly swatter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113029368119334438?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113029368119334438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113029368119334438' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113029368119334438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113029368119334438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-i-am-now-afraid-of-my-basement.html' title='Why I am now afraid of my basement'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-113001987415484175</id><published>2005-10-22T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T16:28:05.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate four day weekends....</title><content type='html'>.....because they make me never want to go back to school... ever. Stupid long weekends. Stupid school. Stupid everything. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... sorry i havent posted in a while. the show went well. to be honest i'm kinda glad its over. it wasnt my favorite. at all. i made some good friendships though so thats good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this might be a really short post because i can hardly open my eyes right now i feel so dizzy. I really think i have a sinus infection, and i want to go get it checked out but for some reason my dad doesnt want to get it checked out or something... or maybe i just imagined that. seriously i think i'm delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, myspace is the devil. its is taking over my life. soon i will exist only on that webpage. which, if you havent been there, its pretty sweet. click &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dancingducky617"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. my song on my profile is by the most amazing new band ever. they're called jack's mannequin and its the leader singer in something corporate. they are sooo good. the only thing is their cd has a parental advisory and i have no clue why:(. anyway, thats all. send me good thoughts that i get better. send some to &lt;a href="http://www.pechemode.blogspot.com/"&gt;peche &lt;/a&gt;too, cuz i think she got me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-113001987415484175?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/113001987415484175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=113001987415484175' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113001987415484175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/113001987415484175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-four-day-weekends.html' title='I hate four day weekends....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112848337254366647</id><published>2005-10-04T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:36:12.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>play</title><content type='html'>So this is a general announcement to anyone and everyone who is interested in seeing &lt;u&gt;Rebel Without a Cause:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dates of the show are the 13th, 14th, and 15th of October (thats next week), and tickets are $5.  Talk to me if you want tickets, cuz since i'm not in much of the play, all of my relatives decided it wasnt too important for them to come see it, and i still need to sell 10 tickets so please help me out.  Dont come to see me, come to see the other people.  Its a good show.  Anyway thats my announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, that last post was my 80th post.  woot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112848337254366647?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112848337254366647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112848337254366647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112848337254366647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112848337254366647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/10/play.html' title='play'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112794917913324335</id><published>2005-09-28T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:15:46.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hiss......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I'm basically stealing &lt;a href="http://www.bassman8672.blogspot.com"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt;'s idea and posting my satire on here. But i'm not asking for suggestions mainly cuz I already turned it in. But give me your comments if you feel like it. I've actually considered going into journalism or something. How fun would that be? You get to write like, every day. Anyway here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies, Sharpen Your Claws&lt;br /&gt;Around kindergarten, girls start to realize that they are not cool unless they have a best friend. So, they walk up to the first girl they find and say “hi, I’m Sally and you are my new best friend.” Then Sally and Jamie go skipping off into the sunset and share a wonderful couple of days or even months of being each other’s best friends until one day they get into a fight. The end result of this fight, no matter what the conflict concerns, always is: “well, you’re not invited to my birthday party anymore!” One would think that after elementary school, this type of immature and catty behavior no longer exists between girls. Well, I have some news for said “one”: it does. In fact, it gets worse, because not only are these kindergarten babies all grown up into big old high school students, but, they have a more colorful vocabulary. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend Lola is one of those girls that at your first moment of coming in contact with her, she knows instantaneously if she hates you or if she wants to be your best friend. She decided I was her best friend right away… so I guess one might say I was lucky. Wrong! Because I was her new “best friend,” I was immediately put through the Lola divine intervention program of learning how to hate everyone that wasn’t “one of us.” For instance, I had this one friend from middle school (we’ll call her Suzie) with whom I had a strong friendship. However, after introducing her to Lola, Lola immediately started trashing her to my face. Me, being the small quiet mouse that I am, found myself caught under the cat’s criticism and found no way to stand up for myself or Suzie, thus ending my friendship with her. But after all, four years of friendship wasn’t all that important, now, was it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola continued to dangle me on her paw until one day I finally stood up to her. We had a huge shouting match, followed by me crying so hard that I had to miss half of my next class. But it was no big deal. Especially when after a week of not talking to each other we out of the blue decided to pretend like we didn’t even have a fight, because that was the way Lola wanted it. A few months went by and then eventually a year or two and all the while Lola and I continued our same pattern: I was the ball of string she batted around…never really complaining and in turn forgetting that I had some friends of my own that I was neglecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has gotten me thinking: maybe Lola learned all these strong friendship techniques from a whole society of girls. It’s not uncommon for two girls who have never met to walk into a room together and immediately draw out their claws, slinging words around such as “slut” and “whore” without really supporting it with any true evidence. In fact, if Girl A likes Guy but Guy likes Girl B, that gives Girl A the incentive to absolutely loathe Girl B even if she does not know her. Maybe our society should look at these spats as “character-building,” rather than “horrible” and “demeaning” like some people try to characterize them as. In fact, maybe girls’ tendency towards cattiness and the throwing of words such as “slut” or “whore” around will show men that they can carry on this behavior themselves. For, of course, if girls can call each other names and treat one another horribly, then who’s to say that it’s wrong for men to as well? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know the one burning question the reader has right now is what happened between me and Lola. Did I ditch her, or did I continue complying to her every wish? Well, one summer Lola and I started to drift apart. I renewed my friendships with those forgotten friends, and Lola found another mouse to set her trap for. Of course I did not receive a call from Lola wishing me a happy birthday on my sweet sixteen because Lola did not find time in her jam-packed summer to call me for five minutes. I didn’t mind much. It’s common for “best friends” to forget each other’s birthdays. However, at the start of the school year, Lola’s sweet sixteen rolled around, and although we had drifted apart, I still thought we were good enough friends for me to receive an invitation to this party. Boy was I wrong. Not only had we slightly drifted apart, but I was now public enemy number one because I failed to call her every day during the summer. I can’t blame her though, after all, I had forgotten my place. She was allowed to not call me to wish me a happy birthday, but it was a terrible sin for me not to call her to invite her to the pool one hot summer day. So how did she get back at me? You guessed it: “you’re not invited to my birthday party anymore!” Perhaps she should go back to kindergarten and find Sally and Jamie. They have so much in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112794917913324335?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112794917913324335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112794917913324335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112794917913324335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112794917913324335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/09/hiss.html' title='hiss......'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112786597448566814</id><published>2005-09-27T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:06:14.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage advice</title><content type='html'>So i was creating this away message to communicate back to someone since they wont &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; talk to me.  Well, the away message started out as direct advice to that person, but I realized that it is kinda nice advice in general: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need  to consider forgiving people before you put all the blame on them.  If they say they're sorry... they usually mean it.  Once they apologize, accept it and move on instead of continuing to bash them.....cuz thats not going to get you anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think its sage.  What about you?  Maybe I should start an advice column in some newspaper.  Just go up to a newspaper office and say, can I start an advice column in your paper?  Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112786597448566814?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112786597448566814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112786597448566814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112786597448566814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112786597448566814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/09/sage-advice.html' title='Sage advice'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112699522579600860</id><published>2005-09-17T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:21:58.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz we are living in a material world and I am a material  girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/042092_beauty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/042092_beauty.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know when I post shoes or dresses on here its really materialistic of me.... but I cant help it. These are the most perfect shoes for homecoming...... they have a 3 1/2 inch heel..... so I better find a tall date to make these worth while. But surprisingly, they're really comforatble....ish. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******update******** &lt;/strong&gt; Woot i bought the shoes yesterday!! We had to go to southwest plaza because they didnt have them in any store near here (of course) so we couldnt get them till yesterday.  Woot woot!  Theyre so cute.... and I feel soo tall in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112699522579600860?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112699522579600860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112699522579600860' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112699522579600860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112699522579600860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/09/cuz-we-are-living-in-material-world.html' title='Cuz we are living in a material world and I am a material  girl'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112641370771510735</id><published>2005-09-10T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:46:25.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT WOOT WOOTERSON</title><content type='html'>So you know whats weird??? blogger says my last update was yesterday. which it most definately was not. blogger is going crazy!!!! anyway, i am writing this post to tell everyone that there is this awesome thing out there called the facebook which is this online directory thing where you have a profile and you can meet people who go to your school and you can send them messages and (my personal favorite) POKE PEOPLE!!!! woot! so everyone should most definately join. just go to &lt;a href="http://www.thefacebook.com"&gt;www.thefacebook.com&lt;/a&gt; and click register for the high school one, and just register. and its best to use your real name cuz that way people can look you up. so far i have 5 friends! so if you become a member, look me up and make me your friend. and poke me. yep, thats about it. JOIN FACEBOOK. oh and dont worry, its not at all like myspace. k? k. cuz i know most of us bloggers dont like myspace. but its not like myspace. its much better. and if you join facebook, then peche and i &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; make you a member of our group that we created on there: The Few, the Proud, the Spry. so do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****Edit*****: &lt;/strong&gt;I want to thank &lt;a href="http://wcw.typepad.com"&gt;connor&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; changing the name of my blog on his links so that its correct. it only took him like 3 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112641370771510735?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112641370771510735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112641370771510735' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112641370771510735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112641370771510735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/09/woot-woot-wooterson.html' title='WOOT WOOT WOOTERSON'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112612887202301651</id><published>2005-09-07T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:34:32.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here's your update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i'm just updating for the sake of updating, because for some reason people are upset with me for not updating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the last time i posted was on the 18th.  thats like, a while a go.  since then school has started.  and it is so crazy.  it feels like we've been in school for months, rather than just 3 weeks.  also, i'm in the play.  everyone come see it.  of course, you probably wont be able to pick  me out of the crowd, but thats ok.  actually i found out today i might get a line! woot!!! anyway thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112612887202301651?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112612887202301651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112612887202301651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112612887202301651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112612887202301651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-your-update.html' title='here&apos;s your update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112430908099796269</id><published>2005-08-17T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:04:41.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going down, down in an earlier round</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some crazy quotes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (from the top of a ferris wheel):  "Wow, Colorado has a lot of trees. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peche (also from the top of a ferris wheel):  "Wow look at all the mail trucks... they look like little soldiers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peche (about me): "When you are good you are very  good.  And when you are bad you are horrid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy carnival vender guy: "Where are those girls from, Kentucky? They sure dont walk like they're from Colorado.  They probably dont have any money either.  Yeah you heard me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Its probably 3 tickets......or none." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "mwah." (meaning to say "moi")&lt;br /&gt;Peche:  "That's a kiss noise, who are you kissing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peche: "Do your New York walk.  No not that.....you might get the wrong kind of proposition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vender guy (to nathan after he won):  "You can have this flag or this flower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: "I'll take the flower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112430908099796269?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112430908099796269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112430908099796269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112430908099796269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112430908099796269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/08/were-going-down-down-in-earlier-round.html' title='We&apos;re going down, down in an earlier round'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112399548128147558</id><published>2005-08-13T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:58:01.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana ice cream with caramel is the best!</title><content type='html'>Yeah you heard me  ^^  and i'm sure that if you kept an open mind while trying my ice cream, you would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i saw &lt;em&gt;The Skeleton Key&lt;/em&gt; tonight, and it was...... interesting.  Not really sure how I feel about it.  It wasnt until after the movie when Joelle and I were walking to my car and  talking about the movie that I started to get chills from it.  Its one of those movies where you have to think about it for it to really freak you out.  I mean, yeah, its jumpy, but during all of  the jumpy parts i ended up just laughing at the stupid middle school girls who screamed for like 5 minutes after it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I needed a new post cuz everytime I come to check my blog for comments or whatever, I get &lt;em&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;/em&gt; stuck in my head.  Plus those weird solicitor comments were getting annoying.   Who cares about cholesteroll??? I dont.  Actually aparantly its genetic in my family.  So I might have high cholesterol, and they were gonna test me yesterday at my physical for it, but I was like, I'm already getting a shot for menegitis..... I dont think its fair to draw blood from me too.  So they decided not to give me one.  Actually, I think they just forgot about the cholesterol test, but I like my side of the story better.  Lol.  Sorry I'm really hyper off of this banana ice cream which is SOOOO good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently discovered that there are counters on all of the blogger profiles.  And my profile has 432 hits.  Wow.  I feel special.  I wonder what makes so many people look at it.  Its probably that sexy picture of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to go watch some disney channel now to get my mind off of that movie.  Cuz disney channel rocks.  You're not allowed to make fun of it.  Or my banana and caramel ice cream.  But you &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;allowed to make fun of &lt;a href="http://www.bassman8672.blogspot.com"&gt;nathan&lt;/a&gt;'s banana and brownie ice cream.  Cuz its gross.   The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112399548128147558?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112399548128147558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112399548128147558' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112399548128147558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112399548128147558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/08/banana-ice-cream-with-caramel-is-best.html' title='Banana ice cream with caramel is the best!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112391033011300391</id><published>2005-08-12T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:21:50.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song that has been stuck in peche and i's head for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Put on my blue suede shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I boarded the plane&lt;br /&gt;Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;W.C. Handy - won't you look down over me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got a first-class ticket&lt;br /&gt;And I'm as blue as a boy can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;But do I really feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the ghost of Elvis&lt;br /&gt;On Union Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Followed him up to the gates of Graceland&lt;br /&gt;I watched him walk right through&lt;br /&gt;Now security they did not see him&lt;br /&gt;They just hovered 'round his tomb&lt;br /&gt;There's a pretty little thing&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for "The King"&lt;br /&gt;Down in the Jungle Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Do I really feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got catfish on the table&lt;br /&gt;They've got gospel in the air&lt;br /&gt;And Reverend Green be glad to see you&lt;br /&gt;When you haven't got a prayer&lt;br /&gt;You've got a prayer in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Muriel plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday at the Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;And they brought me down to see her&lt;br /&gt;And they asked me if I would&lt;br /&gt;Do a little number&lt;br /&gt;And I sang with all my might&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me are you a Christain"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Ma'am I am tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;But do I really feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&lt;br /&gt;But do I really feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Memphis&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/10950979-112391033011300391?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112391033011300391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112391033011300391' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112391033011300391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112391033011300391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-that-has-been-stuck-in-peche-and.html' title='Song that has been stuck in peche and i&apos;s head for a while'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112346727068246155</id><published>2005-08-07T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:14:30.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT.</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  From my camping trip.  I almost got eaten by a coyote.  but thats ok.  So. I really have nothing else to write, except the fact that school starts in like 11 days and i really dont wanna go back! GRRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112346727068246155?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112346727068246155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112346727068246155' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112346727068246155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112346727068246155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/08/woot.html' title='WOOT.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112304697439832746</id><published>2005-08-02T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:32:52.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky story</title><content type='html'>Ok so, i was driving home tonight, and as i pulled up next to my house, my headlights shined onto our front yard and there was a giant bear in our front yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, it wasnt a bear, per say, it was more like, a killer raccoon. no joke, i saw its outline and i thought it was one of my dogs. and then i saw the stripes on its tail. i was seriously so scared. so i just sat there dumbfounded in my car until the headlights scared it into my neighbor's yard and into their open garage. so when i got in the house i told my parents to call our neighbors and tell them that a raccoon was in their garage.  so my dad called them but they were kinda alseep so i dont think they really understood him and they just went and closed their garage. so tomorrow when they get in their cars, they might find a surprise. seriously, raccoons are so scary. i was terrified. what if it like, charged after me? that would be horrible. i would be like, the girl who got killed by a giant raccoon. they should make a story out of it. and tell it to little children when they're about to go to bed. on second thought maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway you know what i realized? raccoons are in the cat family. so therefore, killer raccoon= killer cat which means that cats are evil. HAH. they are. they're freaky prowling creatures who will kill girls when they are on their way out of their cars and into their houses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just for all you city folks who dont know what a raccoon looks like, i supplied a picture for you: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/raccoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;seriously, does that not look like the face of a killer animal???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112304697439832746?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112304697439832746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112304697439832746' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112304697439832746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112304697439832746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-story.html' title='Freaky story'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112283573316149184</id><published>2005-07-31T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:48:53.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its payback time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/Dance%20Recital%202005%20154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/Dance%20Recital%202005%20154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a little thank-you to &lt;a href="http://www.pechemode.blogspot.com"&gt;peche&lt;/a&gt; for posting that lovely picture of me a couple weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112283573316149184?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112283573316149184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112283573316149184' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112283573316149184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112283573316149184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-payback-time.html' title='Its payback time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112248628301077803</id><published>2005-07-27T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T11:41:20.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Attention one and all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/scan00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Come see it or else I will cry.&lt;br /&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/10950979-112248628301077803?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112248628301077803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112248628301077803' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112248628301077803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112248628301077803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/official-post.html' title='The Official Post'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112213719735972986</id><published>2005-07-23T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:47:22.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's always watching over us</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email and i think its really cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Relax and lazily stare at the 4 tiny dots in the picture below for at least 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Slowly shift your gaze from the screen to a wall near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You will see a circle of light formed on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Start blinking and continue till you see! a figure within the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What do you see? Rather Whom do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/42E27319000A713D0000326C2200750744C9CEC097050C9A0B0902070C020E0B.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112213719735972986?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112213719735972986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112213719735972986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112213719735972986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112213719735972986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/hes-always-watching-over-us.html' title='He&apos;s always watching over us'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112198126214975401</id><published>2005-07-21T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:27:42.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo ya grandma!</title><content type='html'>So i took my driving test today and i passed! i got a 97.  so there.  HAH.  thats a really high score! WOOT.  But, in the immortal words of my parents, just because i passed my test does not mean that i can get my license right away.  but i did so well on it that maybe it'll change their minds.  lol.  woot, woot, wooterson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112198126214975401?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112198126214975401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112198126214975401' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112198126214975401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112198126214975401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/boo-ya-grandma.html' title='Boo ya grandma!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112181081827229536</id><published>2005-07-19T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:08:05.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRGH</title><content type='html'>GRRR. I hate braces. they are like the worst thing in the world. not to mention they make me look like i'm a preteen. seriously, i could care less right now if they just ripped them off. who cares if i have one stinkin gap in my teeth. that does not give you reason mr. orthodontist, to put these huge loopy wires in my mouth. yes its summer, but i have my dance recital in one week. i am not gonna wanna smile on stage with these two big loops sticking out of my mouth. sorry, but its not gonna happen. plus school starts in like a month. and school pictures are in like 3 weeks. thats bad. i might as well just not show up for my picture. GRRRRR. who created the whole "perfect teeth" mania anyway? was it the media? cuz seriously, i could go through the rest of my life having hillbillie teeth and it would be less embarassing and less painful than this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112181081827229536?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112181081827229536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112181081827229536' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112181081827229536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112181081827229536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/arrrgh.html' title='ARRRGH'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112175087562994914</id><published>2005-07-18T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:27:55.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by step, day by day</title><content type='html'>So wow, the recital week starts in a week.  that is so scary.  I'm starting  to sound like peche and her 7 panic attacks.  lol.  oh well.  i'm so excited though.  except i'm really scared, cuz last week, i like fell on my hip and that made it a ton worse than it already is, and so now i'm so paranoid that i wont be able to wear pointe next week during the recital which would stink cuz then i'd be like all the other people who whine and complain their way out of not wearing pointe during the recital...... except for the ones who cant wear pointe.(sorry "whine and complainers", but its true).  but seriously, i just keep getting this image in my head of my hip snapping on stage. its so scary.   i cant believe that this whole thing is in a week.  a week!  what happens if my hip snaps? that would be so bad.  that would be like, horrendous.  uh.  ok i cant think about that anymore. stop thinking about that emily.  ok. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i went into the &lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net"&gt;comcast&lt;/a&gt; homepage today, and the headline was "Emily causes tourist evacuations."  I started laughing.  But its sad that a hurricane is named after me. But kind of exciting.  But i hope everyone is ok from it.  Hurricanes can be really scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  sorry that i kinda dropped off the face of the earth these past few days.  i was  camping. it was awesome.  actually it was kinda boring but dont tell anyone.  it was nice to be in the wilderness.  except my pillows still smell like the wilderness, which is kinda not cool.  i even changed  the pillow cases and everything.  meh, oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if anyway has an idea as to where i can find really tiny watering cans, let me know.  we have this idea for our little girl gift (thanks to my sister) and i like it so much that we just have to follow through with it.  anyway, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in closing, everyone should come see the performance next week.  again, this is not the offical post about it.  that will probably come next wednesday, but dont quote me on that.  ok? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112175087562994914?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112175087562994914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112175087562994914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112175087562994914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112175087562994914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/step-by-step-day-by-day.html' title='Step by step, day by day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112146264239168214</id><published>2005-07-15T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:30:03.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing better than some octopus for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/sushi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/sushi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sushi last night, and this is a pic me and my cousin Lauren about to eat some octopus.  yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112146264239168214?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112146264239168214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112146264239168214' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112146264239168214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112146264239168214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-nothing-better-than-some.html' title='There&apos;s nothing better than some octopus for dinner'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112123548960724990</id><published>2005-07-13T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:18:09.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Me: "Is it bad that I like the smell of gasoline?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  "Actually yes, you could get really sick.  Stop breathing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *takes one last sniff* "ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****2 minutes later******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I have a headache."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112123548960724990?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112123548960724990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112123548960724990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112123548960724990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112123548960724990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112085961914070961</id><published>2005-07-08T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:53:39.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See, we ARE world class bakers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/brownies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/320/brownies2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd times the charm.  And that's caramel in the middle, in case you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112085961914070961?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112085961914070961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112085961914070961' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112085961914070961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112085961914070961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/see-we-are-world-class-bakers.html' title='See, we ARE world class bakers!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112079935911149407</id><published>2005-07-07T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:15:39.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so</title><content type='html'>A crazy conversation on instant messanger (slightly abridged) that Peche and I had just a few minutes ago (screen names changed for privacy) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: why grrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: what about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: why do they have to be so...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: boyish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: just so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: why do they have to be so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: they are so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: why are they so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: they just are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: we could make up a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: what boy are we talking about though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: why  are they so?  no body knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: i dont want to go calling someone so if they arent so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617:&lt;/span&gt; yes i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: okay so who is so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: its just all boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: i'm frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: well what provoked this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: so-ing session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: watching a boy on tv.... this guy in this movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: on disney  channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;pechemode&lt;/span&gt;: he was so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dancingducky617&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112079935911149407?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112079935911149407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112079935911149407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112079935911149407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112079935911149407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-so.html' title='Just so'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112060971954272855</id><published>2005-07-05T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:28:51.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Makeover.... kinda</title><content type='html'>So you may have noticed that I changed the name of my blog. Why, you ask? Well I'll tell you. I just decided that I needed a change, and when i created my blog back in february, i didnt really put much thought into the name, i just kinda put what popped into my head. But i decided that "take it or leave it" is way too cliche, and its also the name of a song i've never heard of, and i dont really want people associating me with cliche's or songs. So, that is why i changed the name. I also like this name better, and I really like Shakespeare (you can make fun of me if you want). And as some of you know I am an actress and a bit of a drama queen so i thought this title was more fitting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112060971954272855?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112060971954272855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112060971954272855' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112060971954272855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112060971954272855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-makeover-kinda.html' title='Blog Makeover.... kinda'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112016873390327272</id><published>2005-06-30T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:22:22.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Kids that I babysat today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cute, but there are only so many times that we can play "babies" without it getting boring and redundant. Sorry to disappoint you, but no i do not want to play it for the 10th time today. Also, next time, when i ask you guys what you want for lunch, please decide on something together, so I'm not stuck with making a grilled cheese sandwich, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chicken nuggets, easy mac, and kool-aid. Sorry, but I am not wonderwoman. Oh and no, you may not put sunscreen on your doll. I dont care what you think......it will not get sunburnt. You are being very wasteful and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Person who invented  that home-made playdough recipe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero. Who knew that kids would love making and playing with that kind of stuff? It is such a life-saver while babysitting. However, who in their right mind has cream of tartar in their household cabinet? I find milk as a very good subsitute. Also, olive oil instead of vegetable oil works pretty well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Dear cream of tartar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you? Why are you called "cream" if Peche says you're powder? You annoy me. Milk could just as easily take your place. In fact, it did. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Dear stupid pins that i dumped on myself yesterday at dance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude of you to fall on my lap and poke me, and on top of that make me lose my job.  How could you?  I am appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady who doesnt really work for the dance studio but is mean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very upset that you decided to waltz in to the dance studio last night when we all dragged our butts there to actually dance, and you spent the entire time working with the seniors on their stupid little dance. You should not have taken our class time for that. We could have just left. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;, when you watched while we did our 5 minutes of dancing for that class, it was very rude of you to look disgusted at our dancing. No wonder we suck, you took up all the time and we couldnt learn the dance! I'm sorry, but the studio and our schedules do not revolve around you. Yes, it is unfortunate that not all of the seniors have been able to make it to all of your practices, but maybe you should try working around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; schedules instead of coming in during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; dance class and rehearsing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too mad to even say "sincerely",&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Physical Therapy lady,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make me hurt more than I have ever hurt before? I thought physical therapy was supposed to help, not make it worse! I'm sorry that you cant help me until we figure out whats wrong with me, but you could at least give me a little something more than "your pelvis is rotated." duh its rotated, i'm a dancer, and i have turnout. Maybe my pelvis is the only one that's right, and everyone elses is wrong. Did you ever think of that? No. I really wish you could just give me a different answer for this stupid hip than, "maybe you should stop dancing." Sorry, its not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear right hip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hurting me so? Seriously. I cant stand it. What is wrong with you? Why is it that while I'm putting ice on you, you feel good, but when I'm done icing you, you feel a whole lot worse. Are you just being selfish and want the ice all the time? Well you cant have it. Maybe you'll like heat better. I know that we should x-ray you, but the doctors are being dumb, so maybe you could just heal on your own? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agony yet high hopes,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem that I have a lot of frustration in my life right now. I know that all of these obstacles you are throwing in my way are trying to teach me something, so I will just stick it through, for you always know best. Thank you for always being there for me. I am so glad that I have such a good relationship with you, and every step I take with you I know that I will strenthen in your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog Readers (all 3 of you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my blog. And not thinking I am weird. Ok you probably do think I'm weird, but thank you for not verbalizing it. Please dont think of me as an angry person. Think of me rather, as an emotional person. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Peche,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? I tried calling you, but they didnt know where you were. So i was gonna call your mom's cell phone, but then I forgot. Did you drop off of the face of the earth? I sure hope not, cuz I would be very alone at dance. Speaking of dance, this dance recital is gonna be rockin. (sorry I used "your" word). I am so glad that we are in all this craziness together, or else I would die. Hopefully you will not get anything gross dropped into your iced tea container this recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitch jacketly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112016873390327272?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112016873390327272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112016873390327272' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112016873390327272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112016873390327272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-112001231842990134</id><published>2005-06-28T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:33:10.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing conversation of the day:  brought to you by my mom</title><content type='html'>Mom:  "Emily you really need to go on a date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinking my ears decieved me):  "What??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Well, dont you think you should stop moping around the house and get out there? I mean               you're 16. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks at her to really see if she is my mom and not peche or my sister*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (to my dad):  "Dont you think Emily needs to go on a date?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********5 minutes later*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "But seriously Emily, you do.  Its sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *slowly walks away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-112001231842990134?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/112001231842990134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=112001231842990134' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112001231842990134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/112001231842990134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/embarassing-conversation-of-day.html' title='Embarassing conversation of the day:  brought to you by my mom'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111993297053344637</id><published>2005-06-27T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:52:49.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have You Ben Episode 2, Volume 1, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://www.pechemode.blogspot.com"&gt;Peche's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Nathan Hooks.  Commando of the United States Army.”  Emily looks confused, “you’re going commando??? Sick!!”  Nathan, frantically replies, “no, its just a title.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Commando Nathan takes Emily to his best friend, President of the United States/King of the Universe Connor Walsh.  Emily, astounded at meeting such a dignified authority, faints.  But, she soon gets up, er…. magically.  Suddenly, President/King Walsh decides to name Emily princess because Commando Nathan informs Mr. Walsh that today happens to be Emily’s birthday.  So the three dignitaries proceed to ride in their very own parade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd, Peche, with her gaggle of guys (otherwise known as Newsies), see the two hott guys riding on top of a float and waves at them from Mush’s shoulders.  However, Peche eventually gets a better look at the beautiful princess riding with the two handsome men, and realizes it is none other then Emily!  Peche then starts to cry.  Suddenly, Mush and all of the other Newsies Peche has dragged along with her,start to riot against the royalty, demanding her a higher social ranking then Emily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Newsies threaten to impeach and dethrone Connor unless he complies, so he has no choice but to.  But wait, Connor soon points out that this is not a democracy, it is a dictatorship.  So the boys threaten to assassinate Connor.  &lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Walsh finally gives in. He decides to appoint Peche as court Jester.  &lt;br /&gt;However, Nathan, in all his holiness, convinces Connor that he should make Peche queen out of the goodness of his heart.  But that doesn’t work, so Nathan threatens to stick the Newsies on him again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, putting all legalities about marriage aside, Connor appoints Peche as Queen.  &lt;br /&gt;However, they agree to a strictly platonic marriage….. for the royalties ofit &lt;br /&gt;all.  They immediately work out an agreement that Peche gets the West Wing of the castle/White House.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all four of the royals continue riding along on the float in the parade, &lt;br /&gt;with the Newsies circling the float with machine guns, just in case Connor has a momentary lapse of dictator syndrome and tries to demote them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Peche and Emily are still mad at each other.  But, out of nowhere, that old man from the first episode of Where Have you Ben,recently named Mort, sticks his head out of the crowd and starts singing: “Why cant we be friends, why cant we be friends” etc, etc.  And everyone looks at him, and Peche says, “Mort, get over it. She’s just jealous because Mush loves me and now I’m queen.”  And Emily replies, “please, I don’t even like Mush.  Plus I got saved by a hott guy and now I’m princess and I didn’t have to marry someone that I’m not in love &lt;br /&gt;with.”  Peche scoffs back, “How dare you imply that I don’t love my husband!”  Emily: “You just met him!”  Peche: “So?”  Emily: “ Your Newsies friends blackmailed him into marrying you!”  Peche:  “Blasphemy!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Emily and Peche sit there on the float shouting at each other until King &lt;br /&gt;Connor runs over and knocks both of them out with his staff thing.  Suddenly, Nathan starts yelling at Connor:  “They were innocent girls!” And Connor weakly replies with: “yeah and you’re too holy!”  Suddenly, the crowd  turns in to an angry mob, while the Newsies are still singing “Why cant we be friends,” while still holding the machine guns, and doing some flips and some gun choreography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Connor and Nathan are standing over Emily and Peche’s lifeless bodies, staring at them in disbelief, when suddenly, Emily and Peche burst out laughing.  “Gotcha,” they shout, “you got punk’d!”  Suddenly, the angry mob starts ganging up on the float.  Out of the angry mob and onto the float (a stunt &lt;a href="http://www.wcw.typepad.com"&gt;no man&lt;/a&gt; has ever attempted)  bursts a familiar face…… Constantine!!  Then, Hayden Christiansen hands him a microphone, which turns out to be his light saber, but who knew it was multi purposeful??  Anyway, Constantine proceeds to sing “Kissed by a Rose” to Peche.  &lt;br /&gt;Peche faints, while Connor and Nathan just stare at Constantine with their mouths agape.  Meanwhile, Emily starts to cry again, because all she gets is an Orlando Bloom look-alike and the lord of the dark side. But, luckily, Hayden is &lt;br /&gt;there to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finishes his song, Constantine says: “Peche, marry me….I love you.”  And Peche replies: “what the crap? I just got married! Snitch jackit!”  So Peche looks at King Connor, and she looks at Constantine, and she asks the all-important question:  “Did you vote for George W. Bush?”   And both of them say no.  And Peche replies: “what the crap?  You are making this really hard!”  Suddenly, Peche starts hyperventilating, and faithful friend and companion Emily fetches Peche a paper bag to breathe in to.  After all, Peche does have to choose between true love and royalty.  So, Peche replies to good-doer Emily: “Thank you Emily…..and I’m sorry I called you a mean whore. I mean…. I never called you that out loud.”  Suddenly, out of anger, Emily snatches the paper bag out of Peche’s hands and staples it to her head.  Out of reaction from the pain, Peche faints, and Connor and Constantine catch her just as she’s about to plummet to a rocky death.  At the same moment, Commando Nathan looks at Emily in shame and dismay.  But, Hayden, a.k.a Darth Vader looks at Emily as if he has found his true love: “I always knew there was some recklessness in you!”   Emily replies, dreamily:  “Oh, Hayden!”  *and kissing ensues*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, Peche’s head is fixed, because low and behold, between the two of them, Connor and Constantine are a doctor, so they fix Peche.  Sadly, Nathan is standing there on the sidelines, and everyone turns to him and says, “Sorry, dude, that’s what you get for going commando.”  And with that, Hayden picks up Emily and they ride off into the sunset with his little Star Wars futuristic flying pod, thing.  Unfortunately, Peche is still faced with a choice. Suddenly, a little voice comes to her that says, use the force.  And just like that, all of Peche’s indecision is made clear, and she chooses Constantine, leaving royalty, King Connor, and Commando Nathan in the dust.  Or on the float.  &lt;a href="http://www.bassman8672.blogspot.com"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/a&gt;  However, Connor and Nathan do not feel defeated, because they decide &lt;br /&gt;that they will go on to rule the world.  Like Pinky and the Brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Peche and Emily, with their two lovers, ride off into the sunset, Ben suddenly appears in front of the pretty sunset backdrop.  And everyone shouts (angry mob and all) “WHERE HAVE YOU BEN??????????!!!!!!!!!!!????????”   Then everyone &lt;br /&gt;bursts into giggles and does the Wizard of Oz step off the stage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************THE END******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mort really an evil genius out to take over the world?  Will he clash with the King Connor/Commando Nathan alliance?  What about Herb?  AND WHERE THE LES IS BEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next time for Where Have You Ben....Episode 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111993297053344637?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111993297053344637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111993297053344637' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111993297053344637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111993297053344637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-have-you-ben-episode-2-volume-1.html' title='Where Have You Ben Episode 2, Volume 1, Part 2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111976630368675007</id><published>2005-06-26T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:11:43.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings!!!</title><content type='html'>My goodness there are soo many weddings this summer!!!! There were 5 that i knew of this weekend alone.  actually, just this friday and saturday.  i dont know, are many weddings on sunday??? I dont think so.  especially  christian weddings cuz of church and stuff.  But seriously, all these weddings has gotten like everyone thinking about their own weddings.  Oh and my cousin and my sister and i have this bet going about who is going to get married first, and my sister and i both think it'll be my cousin first, and then me, and then my sister, but we asked my grandma tonight who she thought would get married first out of the three of us and she said she thought i would.  i was like.... um.  lol.  i dont know.... and everyone thinks my sister joelle will take the longest to get married, but i keep thinking that she'll surprise us all and get married like right after college or something.  i dont know..... its fun to think about though.  i'm so sappy for all of the wedding stuff.  i always feel like crying during the bride and groom's first dance together.  its just sooooo sweet.   hehehe.  oh, and we realized that the next wedding on my dad's side of the family will be from either my cousin, me, or my sister.  thats so weird to think about, cuz that'll be in like 10 years probably, maybe not that long....  but my cousin is 15, i'm 16, and my sister is 18.  so.... i dont know, i guess my sister could get married at like 22 or 23 or something, but i've never pictured her getting married young.  so anyway.  ahhh i have to stop thinking about all this wedding stuff, but its so hard with so many around!! anyway, thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111976630368675007?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111976630368675007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111976630368675007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111976630368675007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111976630368675007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/weddings.html' title='Weddings!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111956939000961128</id><published>2005-06-23T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:35:35.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>So I realized I am a major slacker on the post front this summer. since summer started, i have only posted 8 posts. pathetic. anyway. i really dont have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.  still got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is anyone else going to a lot of weddings this summer?? cuz there are so many that i know of!! both of my cousins named nicholas (on different sides of the family) are getting married this summer. one already did, and the other is getting married on saturday. crazy! i dont know... all of this wedding talk is getting me thinking. not that i'm ready to get married right now, nor would it be legal, but still..... its fun to think about it! oh and my cousin and my sister are at the rehearsal tonight for nicholas #2's wedding. they're in it. kind of. my cousin brings up the gifts with my other cousin, and my sister does a reading. but still. they didnt ask me to be in it. its sad. i was very offended. actually not really. but if they get to like sit at the head table or something.... then i would be offended. like, what am i, chopped liver?? well, what they wanted to do though was pick the three oldest kids from each family. so my sister is the oldest in my family, my cousin katherine is the only child in her family, and then my cousin christopher is the oldest in his. so, once again the youngest card gets played against me. oh well. i'll live. plus i have these really cute shoes that i get to wear with the dress i'm wearing to the wedding. wanna see the shoes?? here i'll try to find a pic. arent they pretty??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/1600/93753%5B2%5D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7463/868/200/93753%5B2%5D1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, our dance recital is fast approaching. and it is awesome... even though it is at Littleton High School (blech). Anyway, everyone should come see it cuz i might get to wear this gorgeous costume. Its July 28th and 29th. This is not my official post about it.... I'll make an official post about it when it comes closer, and I'm sure peche will too. but, mark your calenders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I guess I did have some stuff  to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111956939000961128?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111956939000961128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111956939000961128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111956939000961128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111956939000961128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111922153722287083</id><published>2005-06-19T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:52:17.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to Wyoming for a few days.  Who knows, maybe I'll come back with an accent!  Dont miss me too much.  (Especially since like one person reads this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I am now 16!!! Woot woot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, thats it.  Short and sweet..... like me!  Anyway, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111922153722287083?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111922153722287083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111922153722287083' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111922153722287083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111922153722287083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/wyoming.html' title='Wyoming'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111872834783480315</id><published>2005-06-13T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:54:25.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random question of....um.....11:49 pm</title><content type='html'>So I was pondering the origin of the word ma'am. Why does it have an apostrophe in the middle of it?? Nathan and I were discussing it, and we decided that it was probably because it was the less formal version of the word "madam" and the apostrophe is there in replace of the d. What do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111872834783480315?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111872834783480315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111872834783480315' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111872834783480315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111872834783480315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-question-ofum1149-pm.html' title='Random question of....um.....11:49 pm'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111851116167697905</id><published>2005-06-11T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:32:41.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Run?</title><content type='html'>So i got this in an email, and i thought that it was worth sharing in my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;Would you run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;Imagine this happening to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;One Sabbath morning during service, a 2,000 member congregation was surprised to see two men enter, both covered from head to toe in black and carrying submachine guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;One of the men proclaimed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;"Anyone willing to take a bullet for Christ remain where you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;Immediately, the choir fled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deacons fled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the congregation fled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 2,000 there only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;remained around 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;The man who had spoken took off his hood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looked at the preacher and said "Okay Pastor, I got rid of all the hypocrites... Now you may begin your service. Have a nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two men turned and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I dont really know if this is a true story or not, but it opened my eyes to how some people are willing to "believe" in Christ up until the moment that their lives are at stake.  It also reminded me of that girl (sorry I dont remember her name) that was killed during the Columbine tradgedy who died for that very same reason.  The gunman asked her if she believed in God, and she said yes, and she was shot.  I always admire those kind of people.  I mean, right now, reading this email and thinking about it, I could say, yeah I would stay put, I would say yes, no doubt. But the scary thing is that I would never really know how I would react under that kind of pressure.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; I would stay put.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;I would say yes.  But its just scary to think what the "panic mode" of myself would do.  I just hope that if I ever am put in those kind of circumstances, that my 16 year relationship with God is strong enough to make me withstand and stay my ground.  It really makes you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111851116167697905?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111851116167697905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111851116167697905' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111851116167697905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111851116167697905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/would-you-run.html' title='Would You Run?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111829615337739140</id><published>2005-06-08T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:55:46.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Closet Obsession (and no its not an inatimate object)</title><content type='html'>So I was watching this movie on Disney channel (yes its true, I'm a closet Disney channel fan)  and I realized  that the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0355379/"&gt;cute boy&lt;/a&gt; in the movie is Alfalfa from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Rascals&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I also realized?? Actually I've always kinda known this, but since I'm admitting my closet obsessions and what not, I felt like making this public information. Now listen up cuz I've never told anyone this.... and now I'm posting it on the world wide web.... hmmm. Anyways, I've always kinda wanted to be a lead vocalist in a band. I cant really play any instruments except for the piano, but I can sing! Kinda. Lol. But I dont know, I think it would be fun Dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while I'm "coming out" with my closet obsessions..... I'm also a Frank Sinatra fan.  Hes so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats it.  That I'm willing to tell.  Now as collateral, all of you guys have to tell me your closet obsessions.  K? K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111829615337739140?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111829615337739140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111829615337739140' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111829615337739140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111829615337739140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-closet-obsession-and-no-its-not.html' title='My Closet Obsession (and no its not an inatimate object)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111821473214324182</id><published>2005-06-08T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:09:20.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>So I took a page out of peche's book (not literally) and decided to post a funny diary entry of when I was in 1st or 2nd grade. So here it is: (spelling errors included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In school, a boy likes me. I like him to. His name is Brian. I rote on my folder I love Brian. Well I have to go now because we are going to roller skate. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;P.S. The boy I think loves me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111821473214324182?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111821473214324182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111821473214324182' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111821473214324182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111821473214324182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111811663591652593</id><published>2005-06-06T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:57:15.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>Hi.  I'm back.  Did ya miss me?? I'm sure you did.  Lol.  Anyway, I'm sure I could find a picture or something to represent the nice siginificance of my stay in Traverse City, Michigan, but I'm too tired right now to go through all the pics.  Anyway, I had a really good time.  Its nice to see that whole side of my family, cuz they're all spread out everywhere that i hardly get to see them expect at weddings and family reunions and such.  anyway, i heard that the weather here while i was gone was terrible.  well, its good now.  we must have brought back the good weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it still doesnt really feel like summer.  So far my summer has consisted of going up to winter park for memorial weekend, going to Michigan for 5 days, and then going to dance for 3 and a half hours tonight.  Woot woot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you all are having a good summer so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111811663591652593?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111811663591652593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111811663591652593' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111811663591652593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111811663591652593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111757705164570414</id><published>2005-05-31T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:06:08.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm leaving tomorrow morning at 6 for el aeropuerto. Off to Michigan! Woot. Anyway, I still love all of the 3 people that read my blog, and i'll be back late Sunday. Have a good rest of the week! Oh and if you could, please pray that I have a safe trip.... we have to take this really tiny plane up to Traverse City, Michigan, and planes kinda freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111757705164570414?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111757705164570414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111757705164570414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111757705164570414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111757705164570414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-long-farewell.html' title='So Long, Farewell'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111751245609774458</id><published>2005-05-30T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:09:46.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week:  Strawberries!</title><content type='html'>So i was going through some old photos the other night, and I found this picture from last May. We went to a friend's wedding and these chocolate covered strawberries dressed as little grooms were there. I thought they were the cutest things ever. And i still do. And they were sooo good! I decided i want them at my wedding. Whenever that is. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, on a side note..... this weekend up at Winter Park we rented a movie  called  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Wrong&lt;/span&gt; with Ellen Degeneres and Bill Pullmen..... never, ever, EVER, rent that movie.  It is the weirdest movie ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/P5220066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/P5220066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111751245609774458?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111751245609774458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111751245609774458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111751245609774458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111751245609774458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/picture-of-week-strawberries.html' title='Picture of the Week:  Strawberries!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111712787101055352</id><published>2005-05-26T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:17:51.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER!!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOT WOOT.  ITS SUMMER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol just a  little bit excited there.  Anyway, I wanna know what all ya'll blogger friends are doin over the summer, cuz it seems like on here we never talk about any general stuff like where we're going for the summer.... just all that personal stuff.  haha.  Anyway, for me, I'm going to Michigan next wednesday June 1st  for my cousin's wedding, and i'm coming back sunday June 5th.  And then June 17th is my birthday, and then June 20th and 21st I'm going up to the University of Wyoming with my mom and my sister cuz its my sister's orientation and I havent seen the college my sister is going to yet, so I figured I probably should.  And then all summer I have 3 hour dance reherasals on mondays and wednesdays so thats fun.  And then Peche and I's dance recital is July 28th and 29th and you all should come because it is going to be amazing.  Its at Littleton High School and its free.  And I'm sure Peche or I will post more ads for it when it gets closer to July but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what other big things am I doing this summer??  Oh I might be going to Missouri with my aunt and uncle and cousin in august but thats kinad up in the air.  And then there's this one weekend in July where I'm going on this awesome retreat.  that should be a blast.  And then, around July 23rd-ish is when i can get my license!! YEAH BABY!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a good summer, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tell me what all of you guys are doing..... you dont have to write a novel like I did, just a quick overview... cuz I wanna try and hang out with all you "blogger buddies" this summer.  Hopefully no one is too busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.  over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111712787101055352?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111712787101055352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111712787101055352' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111712787101055352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111712787101055352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer.html' title='SUMMER!!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111674344401391300</id><published>2005-05-22T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:31:36.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>So tonight my dog Tobler ran away. I was out at a birthday party so I was not around but apparantly, he got out when my dad was mowing the lawn, and it took about 20 or 30 minutes for my parents to notice he was gone, but once they did, they started freaking out. My mom said she thought someone had found him on the street and just scooped him up and put him in their car and drove away with him. They drove all around the neighborhood trying to find him, and finally my dad found him on the other side of Clarkson in some other neighborhood. And I guess when my dad found him he was really checked out and his mouth was all foamy and he was like, beside himself kind of. It was really scary to hear about, and I'm sure it was 100 times scarier to experience. I'm almost thankful that I was gone so that I didnt have to be there when all of that would have happened. That would have been terrible for me. But my mom said something that i think is very true, "we should be thankful for all of the moments that we have him [meaning Tobler] with us every day." I guess i never really realized that. I know it sounds kinda dumb, but my dogs are a part of my family.... just as important as a sibling, and I already had to deal with losing one dog a while back.... and it just never occured to me that i could be dealing with that again real soon. And both of my dogs right now are still pretty young so we're not expecting them to die any time soon, but i dont know. It was really weird. And he never runs away. My parents think he was chasing after a cat, and then got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, just try and think of all the things you take for granted, like pets, or loved ones, and just realize how lucky you are to have them around, at least for a little while. I know I am. And I know that that was a really close call tonight with Tobler, and I really dont know what kind of shape I would have been in if we would have lost him. Not to mention, my other dog, Gracie, apparantly got in a really weird mood and was like completely silent the entire time he was gone. And then when my dad found him and brought him back, she kinda just looked at him for a while, and then all of the sudden just like tackled him. Haha. They're like best friends. But anyway, I dont know. That was really scary though. And I'm so glad that hes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another strange note, I saw four ducks tonight in the street. Has anyone else seen ducks walking around, cuz apparantly each of my parents have too. Maybe Tobler was chasing after a duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111674344401391300?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111674344401391300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111674344401391300' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111674344401391300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111674344401391300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111663349355055544</id><published>2005-05-20T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:58:13.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RAR</title><content type='html'>So I'm pretty much really mad at this stupid Chaudes person or whatever the heck.  I have deleted their reply 3 times already.  And this'll be the fourth.  So, yeah.  Thats supposed to be threatening but its not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one day of finals down, 3 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111663349355055544?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111663349355055544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111663349355055544' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111663349355055544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111663349355055544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/rar.html' title='RAR'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111655759688531791</id><published>2005-05-19T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:55:39.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week: Royalty</title><content type='html'>Do we even need a caption for this? I think not. Except let it be known that I am Princess.  Connor said I could be, and I have written proof.  So there.  Peche you can be Lady in Waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/IMG_01941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/IMG_01941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111655759688531791?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111655759688531791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111655759688531791' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111655759688531791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111655759688531791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/picture-of-week-royalty.html' title='Picture of the Week: Royalty'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111654885061006592</id><published>2005-05-19T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:27:30.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear Tear</title><content type='html'>So today was the Senior's last day, and it was sad.  Especially since I didnt see like any of them.  But wow i'm gonna miss them.  Theyre a really good class.  But thankfully my sister is really close to all of her friends so I'll see a  lot of them over the summer.  And  of course my sister is still here until august.  So yup.  I'm still stuck with her.  At least for a little while.  But its weird.  Arapahoe is gonna feel so empty without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a better note, I had the Performing Arts Awards Banquet last night, and I lettered in choir and theater.  Yay me.  My first letters.  They're pretty too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason i havent posted in a while is because this week was insanely busy.  And I've been waiting to get my sister's camera when i can find it and upload some of those pictures from my suprise party last weekend because there is the most  awesome picture on there that i have to post.   But her camera is in her purse.  Which is with her.  At work.  So yeah.  I might just even have to post it tonight.  Yes peche, that would be "breaking the rules" but you even did that a couple days ago yourself.  so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111654885061006592?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111654885061006592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111654885061006592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111654885061006592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111654885061006592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/tear-tear.html' title='Tear Tear'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111602831733004632</id><published>2005-05-13T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T17:51:57.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Rubber Ducks</title><content type='html'>So I had my choir final today for Choralettes, and I sang the Rubber Duckie song.  And yeah it was a lot of fun...... except for the fact that I had to bring like a 20 pound bag full of stuff for just that class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you all an idea of what agony I had to go through today, here is a list of all of the stuff I had to bring in for choir today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A sparkly homecoming dress (for my friend's final that i was in)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A bath robe&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Duckie pajamas (shirt and shorts)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A pair of slippers&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A shower curtain&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Two things of bubbles&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My rubber duckie music (just in case)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A nail file (for my friend's final)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A hair clip (that i ended up not using)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And one rubber duckie&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Whew.  Lemme tell ya, I got some muscle building today just from  hauling that bag in and out of the building at the beginning and end of the day.   And it all fit in a Target bag.  Amazing.  I should go weigh it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  To those of you who think its funny to steal my Rubber Duckie and place it in various areas such as on top of a bank of lockers or in your pocket while walking away.... it isnt.  Even if you do think you're "King".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111602831733004632?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111602831733004632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111602831733004632' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111602831733004632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111602831733004632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-love-of-rubber-ducks.html' title='For the love of Rubber Ducks'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111578363817793456</id><published>2005-05-10T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:55:19.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Moment</title><content type='html'>Dont worry its not one of those segments that I'm starting up again like Picture of the Week. Its just what I felt like titling this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a question.  If you were informed that a guy (or a girl, or anyone for that matter) who you dont really know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; well and honestly kinda creeps you out was planning on giving you a real-live, living-and-breathing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puppy&lt;/span&gt; for your birthday, would you consider that weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111578363817793456?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111578363817793456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111578363817793456' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111578363817793456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111578363817793456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/question-of-moment.html' title='Question of the Moment'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111568191596449557</id><published>2005-05-09T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:40:28.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm posting two things in one day... sue me</title><content type='html'>So I decided I wanted to post something else today because I'm just in that kind of mood. I guess the doughnuts inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I had a dream that two different people whom I know died. How sad and scary is that? I usually have dreams about happy little bunnies running through fields of flowers, but no, last night I had to have a dream where two people just died. And in the dream, I had to tell everyone about it. About who died and stuff. It was sad. And strange. So when I saw those people today, I was like, surprised to see them. Which was the scarier thing. Its one thing to dream about someone dieing, and be like wow good thing that was a dream, but then its another thing to see them that day and be surprised to see them alive. &lt;strong&gt;What's wrong with me!?!?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;I wonder what it means. Usually I'm good at interpreting my dreams and other people's dreams, but this one I'm really stumped on. And its weird because the two people dont even know each other, they didnt die at the same time or in the same way, and I didnt like see either of them this weekend or anything to make me dream about them. It was totally out of nowhere!!! I miss my bunnies!!! Anyway, if you have any idea of what it means, please, be my guest and let me know. Hopefully your answer wont be that I'm a psycho who secretly wants everyone dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the subject of dreams, does anyone have a really strange dream that they want interpreted? I'm a pro ever since that one time at Barnes and Noble where I spent like an hour and a half reading books on dreams and what they mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111568191596449557?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111568191596449557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111568191596449557' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111568191596449557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111568191596449557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-im-posting-two-things-in-one-day.html' title='So I&apos;m posting two things in one day... sue me'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111568066296375694</id><published>2005-05-09T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:19:03.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week:  Doughnuts!!</title><content type='html'>So it occured to me that I havent done a Picture of the Week in a really long time. I blame ALIS. Anyway, this is a picture of these really good doughnuts in Mexico. Now, I know you say, Emily, you are posting a picture of doughnuts.... but you have to understand, these are REALLY good dougnuts!!!!! You know those "better than sex cookies"?? well these could be called "better than sex doughnuts". They're that good. well i mean i dont know from experience if that title would be exactly true... but you get what i mean. they're just good. so yeah. yummy doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/P4020152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/P4020152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111568066296375694?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111568066296375694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111568066296375694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111568066296375694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111568066296375694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/picture-of-week-doughnuts.html' title='Picture of the Week:  Doughnuts!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111550319773874756</id><published>2005-05-07T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:59:57.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>So here is an update.  I really have nothing much to say.  Prom is tonight.  I'm not going.  But I went and looked at after prom today and it looks really cool.  My sister dyed her hair black yesterday.  My mom flipped out.  My dad doesnt really care.  I think it looks cool but kinda really different too.  Has anyone heard about all the American Idol scandel stuff lately?? Involving Paula and Corey Clark?  yeah i think he made the whole thing up so he could just get publicity for his debut cd.  I mean, his cd is called "Paulatics."  Yeah.  So anyway there's your update.  Happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111550319773874756?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111550319773874756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111550319773874756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111550319773874756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111550319773874756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/05/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111483829768267237</id><published>2005-04-29T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:33:47.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Appeal To Me At The Moment</title><content type='html'>So there are a lot of things right now in my life that i'm like....hmmm i like that. so these are just some things that i like right now in my life. not necessarily like all the time, just right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*This song that has been stuck in my head a lot... i only know like one phrase: so there you go for the last time, i finally know now what i should have known then, and i could still be ruthless if you let me. Its called "Ruthless" and its by Something Corporate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Rain has really appealed to me lately. I dont really know why. The other night i was just sitting in my hot tub while it was raining and i just had my face up to the sky and the rain was just falling on my face. It was so....peaceful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Speaking of rain... i really like the thought of kissing someone in the rain. I've never done it before, and i think that it would be the perfect first kiss between me and some guy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I'm really into analyzing people right now and thinking about how they would react to different situations. yeah i'm a freak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I really like Something Corporate right now.... I'm listening to them as we speak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I'm really getting into this whole driving thing... not that i havent been.... but i'm finally like yes I cant wait until i can get my license!! I think its because i'm finally getting good at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I really like making fun of Connor for the whole blonde thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I've been into ducks lately. Dont ask why. Cuz I know the answer. And its a weird one. Actually, not really. Would you like to hear a story?? Good. So for our choir finals, we have to sing a song and be all creative with it and I'm singing the Rubber Ducky Song from Sesame Street. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I really like driving fast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I've been really into day dreaming lately. I know that its unhealthy and stuff for my mind to be thinking up situations that wont happen, but its so addicting. Just imagining alternate situations to my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I really like making these random, boring posts that no one's going to read. Or maybe they'll read it and then like fall asleep. Oh well. It helps me get my weirdness out. So i dont act this strange in public. Just on the world wide web. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111483829768267237?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111483829768267237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111483829768267237' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111483829768267237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111483829768267237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-that-appeal-to-me-at-moment.html' title='Things That Appeal To Me At The Moment'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111472516624332066</id><published>2005-04-28T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:52:46.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>So this week has been.....interesting. First of all..... throughout the week and a little bit of last week, my dogs have been acting really weird.  When we go on like short errands, we just leave them the reign of the house, and last week they ate half a bag of rolls that we left on the counter, and then the next day  they ate a whole loaf of bread that we left on the counter unopened.  And then yesterday they ate a bag of carrots that (you guessed it) we left on the counter.  Jeez.  Weird dogs.  I think it might be the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my week thus far: on monday I found out about results for choir auditions and I shocklingly got into the same choir I'm in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went driving down the highway with my dad and I was going 80 and it was windy out and when I made a lane change I almost went off the road.  That was fun.  Then we went to Target and I got called a preteen by the guy who worked there.  Honestly, a preteen??  How pathetic.... I mean I can understand  if I look maybe like 14 or even 13, but  11 or 12???  Come on.  Do I really look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; young?  Oh and Tuesday during lunch I got soda spilled all over me.  Soda.  I dont even drink soda.  Yick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday on American Idol Constantine got voted off!! I was  so upset.  And I didnt even get to watch it because of my stupid American Lit Independent Study (ALIS) essay.  RAR.   Oh and yesterday at dance we started this Brazilian dance and I'm excited because we get to do the sexy walks on pointe.  And the slides.   And my salsa dancing that I learned in Mexico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately, there has been a heightened urgency for me getting a job.  I dont even really know if I wanna work this summer because I'm gonna be going places, but I feel like I should because I have no money and the only way that I have earned money in the past is from babysitting and all of my babysitting clients are getting older or moving.  So yeah.  On a positive note, its almost summer.  On a negative note, I'm not blonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was  kinda gloomy.  I mean, I like the rain, and we all know the little poem "april showers bring may flowers" but come on.... enough with the gloom and the gray skies and the drizzling!!! Oh today in lab,  some stupid guys decided it would be funny to take the little deionized water bottle thing and squirt water all over my pants.  Yeah.  Stupid boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that about sums up my week.  It seems like I had more to say, but I cant think of it now.  Tomorrow's Friday.  That should be fun.   And then its the weekend!!! YAY!! But it'll probably be filled with me working on my ALIS paper.  NO!!!  Anyway sorry if this entry was really boring.....I kinda have a boring life.  When I was younger, I used to think that my life was  a tv show, like the movie the Truman Show.  Yeah, pretty conceited huh?  Lol, it could actually be put across as paranoid.  Maybe.  But anyway, now I know that if my life ever were a tv show (which btw, Ive figured out by now that the world does not revolve around me) it would be a really boring one.  Anyway, I hope you had fun reading about my boring life. If anyone actually reads this.   "Rubber Ducky, you're the one"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111472516624332066?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111472516624332066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111472516624332066' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111472516624332066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111472516624332066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111438037086496923</id><published>2005-04-24T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T16:06:10.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapped!!!</title><content type='html'>So last night, I was kidnapped.  It was pretty scary.  Actually not really, but my neck is really messed up now from getting smushed in between the front seats and the back seat for 10 minutes.  While some maniacs were driving down the road.  Actually the maniacs could be claimed as my sister's friends.  They were considered mine up until last night when they almost broke my neck..... and caused me to get windblown....and almost made my shoe get run over because it fell of in the middle of the street when I was getting shoved into the car.  You are probably really confused right now... so i will give you the proper report of it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three villians involved in the whole operation, and me and two of my friends were innocent damsels in distress who were told to go to a certain friend's house, and at the house, the  three assasins were hiding in nearby cars.  We were then thrown into the cars against our will, my shoe falling off in the process, and were whisked away off into the night.  Somehow I managed to reach my cell phone and send out an S.O.S to my sister, who in turn, only wanted to be a part of the whole operation.  On their way to our final kidnap destination (blockbuster) the kidnappers decided to turn back to the place where the whole heist occured and retrieved my shoe from the middle of the street.  They also gave us time to sit upright on the seats in the car and safely strap on our seat belts.  They also childlocked the doors and unrolled and locked the windows so we were frozen icicles by the time we got to blockbuster.  At blockbuster, my sister and her two friends showed up and we all looked around for a while.  Then we decided to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, definately not something that happens to you every night.  Anyway, I thought people might like to read this.  Dont get any ideas though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111438037086496923?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111438037086496923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111438037086496923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111438037086496923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111438037086496923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/kidnapped.html' title='Kidnapped!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111421722187845081</id><published>2005-04-22T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:54:26.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>So I took this quiz on quizilla.... "Which book of the Bible are you?" and I thought it was really interesting. This is what I got:  (oh and be patient... it takes a while to load)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You are Psalms" src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/reflectedgrace/1036813085_ktoppsalms.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/reflectedgrace/quizzes/Which%20book%20of%20the%20Bible%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which book of the Bible are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should take it.... its interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111421722187845081?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111421722187845081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111421722187845081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111421722187845081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111421722187845081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111411963797160921</id><published>2005-04-21T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:40:37.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE!!!</title><content type='html'>So here peche is your update.  Happy?? Good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well honestly, sorry I havent updated in a while.... I've just been really busy with the show and stuff.  So yeah.  Sorry.  Anyway its almost summer!! YAY!!! And with summer comes the summer dance recital.  YAY!!!! Peche and I get to be awesome stretchers.  Heck yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided something.  I want to learn how to play the harmonica.  I think that that would be SOOO cool.  And then, I could carry it around in my purse, and just break it out and serenade people with my awesome talent.  Any harmonica players out there??  Anyone wanna teach me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of purses..... my purse, that I have had since Christmas, broke today.  I was deeply dismayed.  And it happened right when I was about to walk out the door this morning to school.  I took it as a bad omen.... but nothing else really bad happened today *knock on wood*.  So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this is a time when a lot of people need prayers.  So I ask you to pray for anyone who seems like they need a prayer.  I can think of a lot of people right now who have asked for prayers or just seem like they need prayers, but i dont particularly want to type them all off on here.  What happens to me sometimes though, is when I'm praying, I suddenly get the notion to pray for someone that I havent thought about praying for or havent been thinking about lately.  So try that I guess.  This just seems like one of those times when a lot of  people need God's comfort and grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my random update entry.  Are you happy (ahem....Peche)?  I'll try to be better at updating more frequently.... I have a feeling  my life will start to slow down a little more after this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111411963797160921?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111411963797160921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111411963797160921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111411963797160921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111411963797160921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/fine.html' title='FINE!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111318601906545435</id><published>2005-04-10T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:20:19.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT WOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!! SNOW DAY TOMORROW!!!!!  I'm a little excited, can ya tell??  But you cant blame me..... we havent had a snow day in two years.  Since the other big blizzard.  So yeah.  Anyway, if anyone is interested, me and some other people are going sledding at clarkson park tomorrow at 12:00.  So if you wanna go, then just show up i guess.  Anyway have a great day tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111318601906545435?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111318601906545435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111318601906545435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111318601906545435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111318601906545435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/woot-woot.html' title='WOOT WOOT!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111316384156939499</id><published>2005-04-10T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:12:06.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Famous!!</title><content type='html'>Whenever it snows, i like to get in my hot tub.  So today,  my dad decided to take a picture of me in the hot tub and send it in to 9 news. &lt;a href="http://kusa.4wmt.com/packages/templates/anonymous/album/details.aspx?PageID=1516f171-5e99-4880-b158-8312bf70c8f2&amp;amp;MediaID=d86bf09b-f2b6-4dc8-b933-81d58065b345"&gt;see for yourself...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111316384156939499?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111316384156939499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111316384156939499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111316384156939499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111316384156939499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-famous.html' title='I&apos;m Famous!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111293107719298709</id><published>2005-04-07T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:42:08.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week:  No those are not plastic bananas......</title><content type='html'>So one night in Mexico, they had these really really tiny bananas at the buffet, and we all decided to pose with them. I know that the bananas on my head kinda look normal size, but you can kinda see the porportion of them with the one in my mouth. They were so cute and tiny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/Picture%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/Picture%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111293107719298709?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111293107719298709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111293107719298709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111293107719298709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111293107719298709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/picture-of-week-no-those-are-not.html' title='Picture of the Week:  No those are not plastic bananas......'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111249429069730006</id><published>2005-04-02T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:11:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from Mexico.   It was soooo much fun!!!! I had a blast.  Except  a week seemed really long..... and after a while I was ready to go home and return to my life.  Plus I missed my dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place that we stayed at was soooo huge.... it had two pools that were like..... ginormous, and the beach was amazing.  I think the beach/ocean was my favorite part, even though on the first day we were there I got sooo sun burned.  I got really upset about it too.  And paranoid.  So every day  after that I applied sunscreen like every half hour.  Except for yesterday, cuz we had like a third of a bottle left for 9 of us to share.  The only downer to my experience in Mexico was the mosquitos.  They were ruthless.  My ankel is so swollen right now cuz i have like 5 bites on my ankel and i think that i have a total of at least 30 bites.  We played mini golf yesterday, and in half an hour I got 8 bites on my legs.  Dumb mosquitos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats all for now...... I'm really tired.  And hungry.  So I will probably talk more about my trip later..... or at least put some funny pictures on.  So.... adios!!!!! Hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111249429069730006?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111249429069730006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111249429069730006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111249429069730006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111249429069730006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111172400460029155</id><published>2005-03-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:13:24.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So as everyone is very well aware, Spring Break is in ONE DAY!!! WOOT WOOT!! But i'm not excited or anything...... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanted everyone to know that I am going to be gone in Mexico for the entire Spring Break, so I will not be updating (I know....sad).  Anyway, I wanted to wish everyone a good vacation, and I will pray that you will all have safe and fun trips and return home safely.  And for those of you staying at home.... have a blast!!!! Coming from someone who stays home a lot during SB, even just a nice week  of sleeping in is well needed....and no one said a little spring cleaning wasnt fun!! actually probably someone said so, but I say: tis better to clean, in the spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yeah..... have fun!!! I'll talk to you all in about 10 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111172400460029155?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111172400460029155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111172400460029155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111172400460029155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111172400460029155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111154767461694718</id><published>2005-03-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:15:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week</title><content type='html'>Just a few nice sillouttes of some palm trees to get everyone in the mood for Spring Break!! Woot woot!  3 more days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111154767461694718?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111154767461694718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111154767461694718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111154767461694718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111154767461694718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/picture-of-week_22.html' title='Picture of the Week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111121596240762957</id><published>2005-03-18T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:07:39.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloomers</title><content type='html'>So for the musical that I am in (Oklahoma), we have to have bloomers under our skirts/dresses because at times when we are dancing they flow up. And so some of the other girls in the show and I decided to make our own bloomers tonight. We bought this really cute fabric at Walmart.... it has a white background with pink strawberries on it. And so yeah, then we went back to my friend Aly's house and we proceeded to make them. I was at it for 3 hours and still didnt finish!! I'm so close... probably only like half an hour left. But I had to go home!! RAR. but anyway, i mostly just pinned things and cut out the fabric to the pattern, but I did sew my waist line, so that was pretty cool, I was proud of myself. So yeah, for all of you who thought that I was incabable of making/sewing things, I sure proved you wrong!!!!! And if you wanna see my beautiful masterpiece, come to the show, April 14, 15, and 16, and I will show you them, cuz I will be wearing them then. Under my dress of course. Not just, bloomers. Except I love bloomers. They are so comfortable. And cute. And yeah. Wow. I am talking. In really short. Sentences. Probably because I am really really tired. Yeah. So i'm going to go to bed now... too much bloomer making. And I'm loosing my voice..... that probably cant be blamed on the bloomer making, but still. Anyway thats all. I should stop while I'm ahead.... or behind. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111121596240762957?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111121596240762957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111121596240762957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111121596240762957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111121596240762957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/bloomers.html' title='Bloomers'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111103326006174803</id><published>2005-03-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:22:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week</title><content type='html'>So it occured to me that I have never talked about my dogs before. Well.... i have two crazy labs, a chocolate lab (named Tobler) and a black-mixed lab (named Gracie). This is a picture of Gracie that was taken I think two years ago when my parents wanted to do some holiday pictures of the dogs. They arent really those type of people who dress up their dogs in clothes.... I promise. But that is my hat she is wearing. Anyway I thought it was funny.... cuz she looks really funny in this picture. For a second she kinda looks like a short little person. Lol maybe not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/DSCN0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/DSCN0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111103326006174803?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111103326006174803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111103326006174803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111103326006174803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111103326006174803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the Week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111058839697963517</id><published>2005-03-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:46:36.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song.... this one is kinda weird</title><content type='html'>K i know that i just did a song and asked you to interpret it or whatever, but I kinda like this whole interpretation thing, so heres another one for ya. Let me know what you think, and then I'll tell you the interpretation that i kinda have but was also influenced by my sister's boyfriend. Just to warn you this song is a little weird. Actually the artist is a little weird. Kinda satirical in a way. Anyway here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ding Dong" Artist Nellie Mckay&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat died and I quickly poured myself some gin&lt;br /&gt;Did she die from old age or was it for my sins&lt;br /&gt;God I loved her oh so much&lt;br /&gt;Miss her little kitty touch&lt;br /&gt;Does she miss me does she care&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss her kitty stare&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Talk for hours and never stop&lt;br /&gt;Chop your head off&lt;br /&gt;Be a lighter person&lt;br /&gt;Brighter person nicer&lt;br /&gt;But you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ding dong&lt;br /&gt;There's the doorbell hello man in white&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna make you all well&lt;br /&gt;Getcha through the night&lt;br /&gt;But hey now&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel better&lt;br /&gt;As you take your fresh bromide&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this man of letters lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout a dream I had the other night&lt;br /&gt;You were in it boy you sure gave me a super fright&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;Downtown by the DMV&lt;br /&gt;You popped out behind a door&lt;br /&gt;It was odd you were on all fours&lt;br /&gt;Do you have some time to spare&lt;br /&gt;You were barking at a bear&lt;br /&gt;It said hey you'd better stop&lt;br /&gt;Chop your head off&lt;br /&gt;Be a lighter person&lt;br /&gt;Brighter person&lt;br /&gt;Nicer&lt;br /&gt;But you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ding dong&lt;br /&gt;There's the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;Hello man in red&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna make you all well&lt;br /&gt;Getcha into bed&lt;br /&gt;But hey now&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel better&lt;br /&gt;As you wake and slowly rise&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this smooth jet-setter lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around one minute more&lt;br /&gt;I'm smarter than you think&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like an old bore&lt;br /&gt;Oh man it's just the drink&lt;br /&gt;I didn't always hit the gin&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I fit in&lt;br /&gt;They'll never know how much I tried&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you my cat died&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to feel sublime&lt;br /&gt;Run away and never stop&lt;br /&gt;Chop your head off&lt;br /&gt;Be a lighter person&lt;br /&gt;Brighter person&lt;br /&gt;Nicer&lt;br /&gt;But you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ding dong&lt;br /&gt;There's the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;Hello man in black&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna make you all well&lt;br /&gt;There's no going back&lt;br /&gt;But hey now you don't feel better&lt;br /&gt;As you drift off in the tide&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this jack the ripper lied&lt;br /&gt;And you died&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/10950979-111058839697963517?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111058839697963517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111058839697963517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111058839697963517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111058839697963517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-song-this-one-is-kinda-weird.html' title='Another Song.... this one is kinda weird'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111058655616247424</id><published>2005-03-11T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:15:56.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of  Love</title><content type='html'>This is just a song that i think relates a lot to an ongoing situation in my life.  &lt;a href="http://pechemode.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peche's&lt;/a&gt; post on love actually inspired me to post this, because i think that this song explains a lot about love and it's very true, at least to me.  My question for you is what do you think it means?  Its kinda hard to understand really what the lyrics mean.   I have a few ideas.... but give me some of yours and then I'll tell you mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Must Love Me" From Evita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;This isnt where we intended to be.&lt;br /&gt;We had it all&lt;br /&gt;You believed in me,&lt;br /&gt;I believed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainties disappear&lt;br /&gt;What do we do&lt;br /&gt;For our dream to survive,&lt;br /&gt;How do we keep&lt;br /&gt;All our pasions alive&lt;br /&gt;As we used to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart I'm concealing&lt;br /&gt;Things that I'm longing to say,&lt;br /&gt;Scared to confess what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Frightend you'll slip away&lt;br /&gt;You must love me.&lt;br /&gt;You must love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you at my side?&lt;br /&gt;How can I be&lt;br /&gt;Any use to you now?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;And I'll let you see how&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my haert I'm concealing&lt;br /&gt;Things that I'm longing to say,&lt;br /&gt;Scared to confess what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Frightened you'll slip away.&lt;br /&gt;You must love me&lt;br /&gt;You must love me&lt;br /&gt;You must love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111058655616247424?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111058655616247424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111058655616247424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111058655616247424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111058655616247424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/song-of-love.html' title='Song of  Love'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111051476942282033</id><published>2005-03-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:19:29.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My exciting day!!</title><content type='html'>So today was actually very eventful.  Ok maybe not.  I'll let you guys be the judge of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a new pair of capris over the weekend, and they came with this adorable belt with a daisy on it, so I decided to wear the belt today.  So this morning, I get to school, and about five people come up to me and tell me that my belt makes them happy.  And so then for the rest of the day I went around asking people if my belt made them happy.  And most of them said yes.  Some of them kinda looked at me like I was insane (ahem, Connor and Nathan), but most people said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in aerobics first hour today, we had to do the worst aerobic activity ever: Step Aerobics.  And it was horrible.  I about died.  And I look so stupid doing it cuz for some reason I have no coordination whatsoever when it comes to step aerobics.  So I was frustrated and embarrassed.  Not a good combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at lunch, nothing really exciting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in English, we watched Conjunction Junction, which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; because I havent watched that thing in forever!! Half of our class was singing along with it, and half of our class was looking at the tv screen like it was a dead animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Math, I said some things out loud that made me seem like a complete idiot.  Actually, that's every day in math.  But anyway, I was bored, and so I decided to draw a picture of my belt.  And it made me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, at play rehearsal, we ran through our dances and I got really really upset for some reason.  I dont even really know why.  I kinda just did.  Its amazing how a good day can suddenly take a like 180 degree turn and slap you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I got home and I worked on my stupid Chem Lab write-up for 2 and a half hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the extent of my day.  Pretty boring now that I look at it.  Oh well.  Conjunction Junction, whats your function.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111051476942282033?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111051476942282033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111051476942282033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111051476942282033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111051476942282033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-exciting-day.html' title='My exciting day!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111041518292112052</id><published>2005-03-09T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:22:35.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploitation of Women</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I had nothing of valid importance to do (except read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pudd'nhead Wilson&lt;/span&gt;, or work on my English essay, or do my Chem Lab write up), and so I decided to watch the new WB show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Starlet&lt;/span&gt;.  And so first of all, I thought that the show was gonna be really pointless, but it kinda looked like an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; for acting, so I figured why not? So this was like the second episode, and it was focusing on "seduction." So, first of all, they had to seduce a teddy bear, which was really weird and dumb. And then, they brought in "male seduction objects" and they had to perform a "sexy dance" basically on them. So the first thing that bugged me was that when, really, are you gonna have to do that as an actress unless you're in like a porn movie? And then, the "male seduction objects" were supposedly actors, but personally I think that they were total perverts. Seriously, if you watched their faces, they were like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, really&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the "sexy dance" which i think is so stupid because its just like exploitation of women and the men are using it as something to purge their lustfull feelings.  So then, as if that wasnt enough, the actresses were told that for their "screen test" they were to perform a scene from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast Lane&lt;/span&gt; and it was a lesbian scene where they end up kissing each other. In a hot tub.  Ok so that just got me really upset.  First of all, I really dont wanna get into a whole big discussion about gay rights and stuff, but I think that those contestants should not be forced to do something that they totally did not want to do.  Second of all, (and this seems to be a theme throughout the episode) where in the real acting world is there a lesbian make out scene, unless in porn?  I mean seriously, this was on the basis of pornography, and it was a reality show.  I personally would not be surprised if the producers of that show got sued for having their contestants do something like that.  It completely disgusted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I realized about the show is why didnt they have any men contestants?  I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; is both genders, so why not this be? Personally, I think that this show is just a ploy to exploit women.  Because, no one likes to see two men kiss and seduce a teddy bear, but I can think of a lot of people out there who enjoy seeing  two women kiss and  seduce a teddy bear.  And what disgusts me even more is that these women believe that this is true acting and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go along&lt;/span&gt; with it.  They probably have a contract with the show stating that they arent allowed to leave the show until they are bumped off.   It just sickens me.  And to top it all off, they showed previews for next week's episode, and I guess now they have to do a commerical for some hair product on the beach in a bikini.  Hello?? If that isnt exploitation than i dont know what is.  And on top of that, it shows one of the "judges" saying to one of the girls, "you know, a gym never hurt anybody... you need to go there and spend some time grooming your body." And shes like a stick.  I dont know about you, but the last time I checked not all of the actresses on tv and in the movies were 90  pounds with a flat stomach and a tiny waist.  They want to be actresses, not anorexic.  This show makes me so mad and I have only watched one episode.   It's sick what measures the tv world will take today to make entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111041518292112052?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111041518292112052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111041518292112052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111041518292112052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111041518292112052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/exploitation-of-women.html' title='Exploitation of Women'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111013505551193865</id><published>2005-03-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:53:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week: Whipped Cream Fight</title><content type='html'>So this is the picture of the week. Last night, a bunch of us participated in a Whipped Cream Fight, and it was soo much fun!! This is us after the whipped cream fight, when we went back home to shower. It was also after we had gotten all of the whipped cream off of our faces. I wish we had a camera there though, because my face was covered in whipped cream. I'm the one in the left corner-ish with my tounge sticking out. Why do I always manage to have my tounge sticking out in like every picture? Haha. And just in case you weren't sure, my shirt is originally black.... all that white stuff is whipped cream. Its gross. I still have whipped cream up my nose, and every time I breathe in it smells like rotten milk.  Thanks to this whole ordeal, I dont think I can even look at whipped cream for at least a month. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111013505551193865?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111013505551193865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111013505551193865' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111013505551193865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111013505551193865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/picture-of-week-whipped-cream-fight.html' title='Picture of the Week: Whipped Cream Fight'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-111000171386135343</id><published>2005-03-04T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:49:13.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl with Flower</title><content type='html'>So Peche came over to my house tonight, and we were in a weird mood and decided to take a bunch of random pictures of ourselves. So since the past two pictures I have posted of peche have been kinda bad, I decided to post a cute one of her. So this is her smelling a flower. Except its a fake flower so I dont think it gave off much of a scent. But anyway yeah. There are some more pictures that we took but I might save them and use them as some pictures of the week or something. So yes. I call this, Girl with Flower. I know, its brilliant. Props to the photographer.... me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/P3040165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/P3040165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-111000171386135343?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/111000171386135343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=111000171386135343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111000171386135343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/111000171386135343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/girl-with-flower.html' title='Girl with Flower'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110991425399529853</id><published>2005-03-03T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:30:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Catch Phrase</title><content type='html'>Peche and I have a new catch phrase.  Are you ready for it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*punch* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its brilliant.  But its copyrighted.  So no stealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)  March 3, 2005 at 10:29 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110991425399529853?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110991425399529853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110991425399529853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110991425399529853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110991425399529853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-catch-phrase.html' title='New Catch Phrase'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110990924275659993</id><published>2005-03-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:07:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Guys</title><content type='html'>So I know that I am totally on an anti-guy streak lately and I've probably been too steriotypical of my generalizations of guys but I have one more story to tell that all boys are just dumb and mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in English class, Connor and I had a "paper crane out of an orbit gum wrapper making contest" and my crane looked like a just a bunched up blob of something, but then connor's crane actually looked like one.  So I was gonna save it and then take a picture of it and put it on my blog, but Connor took the crane from me at the end of class and  wouldnt give it back.  So I stormed out all mad and then went to math class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Math Class: &lt;br /&gt;Nathan hands me the paper crane and says "Connor wanted me to give this to you."  So I get the crane back, and its all deformed and weird looking and Nathan says, "I ruined it." And so  then I got all mad at him for ruining the crane because that was my proof of Connor's hidden oragami talent and while I was looking at the deformed crane, this guy Robby who sits next to me in math takes the crane and squishes it up into a ball and then throws it at me.  On top of that, later in the class this one guy, David, who sits behind  me starts complaining about somethign or other, and Robby goes: "You better stop complaining..... you're sounding too much like Emily."  And David replies: "Yeah that's what happens when she talks too much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you guys out there are wondering why girls think you're dumb and mean??? That is four different guys within and two-hour window that were jerks to me.  Ok not necessarily jerks, but they were pretty.... rude.  AND THEN..... I went to play rehearsal today, and all of the guys there were calling me a "ho-bag" and a "whore" just because of this stupid reason.  I like to swing dance, and a lot of theater guys can also swing dance, and so my one guy-friend, Brett and I always have the tradition of swing dancing.  I also swing dance with this one guy Nate who is like a brother to me, and then today I was teaching this other guy Sonny how to swing dance because him and I are having a "dance off" on tuesday against our friends Ashley and TJ.  So Sonny and I were swing dancing, and Brett comes up to me and says, "You  dirty whore."  And then he doesnt talk to me for the rest of the afternoon and he gets all of the other guys besides Sonny to call me a whore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing, I look good in red.   Hahahahaha.  No, what I mean to say is, in closing, boys are just dumb.  But when I think about it, maybe they just have such a different mentality from girls, that girls see them as rude and mean and dumb, but really, its just the way they are and they dont know any better.  I dont know, maybe not.  I dont think I will ever know.... unless I become a guy for a day.  That would be SOO cool.  Like switch places with one of my guy friends so I could be in a guy's body for a day and they could be in a girl's body for a day and I would still be myself, but I would get to hang out with guys without them knowing that I was a girl and I would get to find out soo much stuff about guys that girls never know.  That would be such a good undercover story.  If I ever become like a reporter or something I am going to dress up like a guy and try and find out what guys are thinking.  Cuz in all honesty, I dont really think they are all jerks, they just come off that way because thats the way they are programmed.  So I dont wanna offend any guys by this post, I'm just showing everyone a case and point on how guys are dumb and they are mean to me.  And all girls.  Not just me.  Anyway thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note..... I learned a really fun swing dancing move today.... its called  Mop the Floor. And its like the funnest (I know I know its not a word but you know what i dont care!!!) dance  move I have ever done...... ever.  Its soo fun.  I would do it like 10 times a day if i could.  But I have to have a guy.  Ok this is suddenly sounding really wrong in a sexually innuendous subliminal way, so I'm just going to stop right here and end this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110990924275659993?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110990924275659993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110990924275659993' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110990924275659993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110990924275659993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/anti-guys.html' title='Anti-Guys'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110981035884277282</id><published>2005-03-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:39:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day</title><content type='html'>So I had like the worst day today.  Seriously, it was horrible.  Actualyl this whole week is just horrible.  So today, first hour was ok, kinda boring.  Then second hour came, and i couldnt get my backpack unzipped, and then all of a sudden the little zipper upper thingy on the zipper broke off! And so then i spent like the whole hour trying to fix it and i couldnt so i had to carry my backpack to my locker and then carry my books around for the rest of the day.  And then 3rd hour, I took a chem test that I KNOW i failed just cuz chem sucks and I hate it.  And then in English we have all this stuff going on and its just not a good day.  And on top of that guys just suck (well some do..... i dont wanna offend anyone, so i guess i should just say some certain guys in particular suck) and thats just bringing me down and I have a choir concert tonight and I cant find my other shoe for it (we have this like set uniform) and its just blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that that whole first thing was one sentence.  Oh no, maybe not.  But still that was a very long sentence.  Anyway, the only highlight of my day was that I got a 90 on my math test.  Woot woot! And that one of my sister's guy friends told me my eyelashes looked nice today (ok it was actually a little weird but oh well, i take it as a compliment..... I take great pride in my eyelashes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i come home and look at my blog and there are all these people (nathan connor and peche) commenting on my last post and they're really long comments that i dont really feel  like reading.  So yeah. bad day. bad week. but we have friday off so thats something to look forward to.  Well, i'm off to eat dinner that  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cant chew  &lt;/span&gt;because i got this really dumb thick wire added on to my braces and i hate braces and  AHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it rains it poors."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110981035884277282?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110981035884277282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110981035884277282' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110981035884277282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110981035884277282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/worst-day.html' title='The Worst Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110973668597551878</id><published>2005-03-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:22:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephipany</title><content type='html'>So i just had an ephipany (spelling??) . After reading&lt;a href="http://bassman8672.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day-how-exciting.html"&gt; a post on nathan's blog&lt;/a&gt; just now, I realized that that song is dumb. I mean yeah, obviously anyone by reading the lyrics of that song and then connecting it to me could tell that i'm sad about some guy or whatever, but &lt;a href="http://bassman8672.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day-how-exciting.html"&gt;Nathan&lt;/a&gt; made me realize that it shouldnt be about that guy. My focus and my worries shouldnt be about some guy. it should be about God. So if anything, I should be directing a song towards God, and my feelings about God, not about some guy. Because that guy is gonna come and go, but God is gonna say by my side forever in my life, if i'm willing to keep a relationship up with him. Just like in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, if one person shuts the other person out, than its not gonna work. So I think that I need to spend less time working on a relationship with "some guy" and more time working on my relationship with God. Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the relationship that is gonna last if I let it, not any other one right now with some guy. God should be the focus, and those song lyrics are just kinda self-centered if you think about them. I need to stop being selfish, and think more about being self-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110973668597551878?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110973668597551878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110973668597551878' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110973668597551878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110973668597551878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/ephipany.html' title='Ephipany'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110973660703194403</id><published>2005-03-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:10:07.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>This song pretty much sums up my day and my feelings on it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you build me up&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup baby just to let me down&lt;br /&gt;And mess me around&lt;br /&gt;And then worst of all&lt;br /&gt;You never call baby when you say you will.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, more than anyone darling&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So build me up, buttercup&lt;br /&gt;Dont break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you I'm a toy but you could be the boy I adore,&lt;br /&gt;If you just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;And though you're untrue I'm attracted to you all the more&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need you so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby, try to find&lt;br /&gt;A little time, and I'll make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, I'll be beside the phone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you build me up&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup baby just to let me down?&lt;br /&gt;And mess me around and then worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;You never call baby when you say you will.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, more than anyone darling&lt;br /&gt;You know that I have from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So build me up, buttercup&lt;br /&gt;Dont break my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110973660703194403?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110973660703194403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110973660703194403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110973660703194403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110973660703194403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110963218905006602</id><published>2005-02-28T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:12:24.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week</title><content type='html'>So this is the picture of the week. Its a really bad picture and peche and i look really bad in it and peche probably is gonna get really mad at me. But oh well. So this was at our dance observation week, where we(the class) invite our parents and friends and boyfriends (hah, as if!) and they come and watch for a class. Well, I absolutely HATE oberservation week, so Peche and I were just, really really mad. But my dad was taking a picture and he got mad at me that I wasnt having a "better attitude" so i stuck my tounge out at him. And peche just looks pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/PC160016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/PC160016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110963218905006602?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110963218905006602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110963218905006602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110963218905006602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110963218905006602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/02/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the Week'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110956751254001526</id><published>2005-02-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:14:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know</title><content type='html'>So I have nothing really to say..... but I felt like I should post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a pretty good weekend..... definately dont wanna go back to school tomorrow, but meh, i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Academy Awards tonight, and I was really suprised with how it went. Usually the movie that wins the best picture gets like the oscar for every category until it gets really annoying and by the end of it all you start to hate the sound of that movie and that stupid music they play for it. But it wasnt like that this year. kinda refreshing. Actually it was kinda disappionting. I like getting mad at the tv. It gives me something to get mad at. Anyway I'm tired and my fingers are starting to tingle..... and it feels weird. So I'm going to go to bed and dream about camels because all of the camel talk from the past post has like turned on the camel 101 channel in my brain and all i can think about is camels and how i hate them. Oh there was a movie or something nominated on the Oscars tonight about a camel. I got angry. I think it was called the very sad camel or something. Weird. One time I was in a book store (Barnes and Noble, actually) and I was in the children's section and I saw a book called Camel's Lament, and I was like see, they are evil!! Theyre lamentful. Stupid lamentful spitting scary camels. Anyway thats it. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110956751254001526?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110956751254001526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110956751254001526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110956751254001526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110956751254001526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110948455695163106</id><published>2005-02-26T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:11:10.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 10 Worst Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lonliness&lt;/span&gt;-- I think that this comes from my separation anxiety.... or thats why I have separation anxiety. Either way, I dont like being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Unknown&lt;/span&gt;-- I think that a lot of people have this fear. I dont know, in todays society everyone just needs to know everything. I blame clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprises&lt;/span&gt;--I am terrified of surprises. I dont really know why, but it sucks cuz no one can ever give me a surprise party or else I'll go into like an anxiety attack or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dying and knowing that I havent lived my life to its potential&lt;/span&gt;--I also think that this one is a common fear, because truth be told, I could die tomorrow. And if I died tomorrow, I would feel horrible because I know that I havent lived my life to the greatest extent that I could, and I'm trying, but still, its just very.... disconcerting to think about sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiders crawling on me when I am asleep&lt;/span&gt;-- I just dont like things crawling on me. Period. But when you're asleep its like you get violated or something. Ok maybe not violated but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crickets&lt;/span&gt;--Ok so this goes back to a couple summers ago when my basement was like infested with crickets and Peche and I tried to kill one and it like wouldnt die. And then, one day at school I opened up my backpack and there was a cricket in there. I was seriously traumatized for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;--I am just scared of commitment. I dont like to be tied down, but then on the other hand, I complain about not having anyone. Its all very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Hurt (in a relationship)&lt;/span&gt;-- This ties in with my commitment thing.... its just that I want to have a long term relationship but I dont want it to end bad and I dont want my heart broken and all of that stuff. Its just somethig I dont wanna go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robbers/Kidnappers/People Breaking into my house&lt;/span&gt;-- I dont know, I've always been afraid of that, just because its reality..... we don't live in a perfect world, and there is crime and murder and its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camels&lt;/span&gt;-- Ok I know that this is weird, and this is the one that I am especially interested in finding out if anyone else has this fear. I recently discovered I was afraid of camels over winter break when I went to the Radio City Rockettes show and at the end they had a living nativity, and with the wisemen they had live camels. And i seriously was like under my seat. I have never seen live camels before, and ever since then, any picture of a camel or mention of a camel and I just shudder. Uh its weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110948455695163106?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110948455695163106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110948455695163106' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110948455695163106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110948455695163106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-top-10-worst-fears.html' title='My Top 10 Worst Fears'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110938819544102096</id><published>2005-02-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:38:27.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Learned in Time</title><content type='html'>Over the past month I have had a total of $23 stolen from my purse while it has been in my locker. Now, I would never, in a million years, blame my locker partner for this, but I do know for a fact that she has given out our combination to several other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset about the money being stolen, but I'm more upset about the fact that someone actually felt like they needed to steal money from me. I mean, where did they go wrong? Not stealing is always something that has come second nature to me. However, in fear of this coming back to bite me in the butt and calling me a huge hypocrit, I must confess that when I was five I stole marbles from my preschool. But I learned my lesson shortly after that and I remember how horrible I felt when I had to confess to my mom that I had stolen the marbles, and I realized that I never wanted to feel like that again; that horrible, guilt ridden feeling when you know you've done something wrong, and no matter what you do, you're never going to be able to make it 100% right again. But its like, whoever decided to steal money from my purse on three seperate occasions...... something must have gone through their head that either ok'd the fact that they were stealing or denied that they were doing anything wrong. Maybe I'm just living too much of a sheltered life, but I thought that most people would be able to tell the difference between right and wrong and be able to override the wrong. I mean, isnt it like the 3rd commandment that says "Thou shalt not steal" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this brings up another idea to me. I know this one guy (we'll call him Bob) who used to shoplift almost five times a day. At first, it was just little things, like gum, candy bars, magazines, waters, cans of pop, etc., etc. But then, it turned into cd's, and dvd's, and I dont even wanna know what else. Well I did all I could to try and get him to stop shoplifting, but he wouldnt stop. Now, he now claims that he has stopped but I'm still not sure. And I may be wrong, but I think that all of this comes down to morals. In order to not do something, you must have morals to back it up. Now Bob is an atheist, and I think that that explains a lot about him: his frequent shoplifting, his crude personality, his disrespect towards women, etc. Now, I am a Catholic, so its natural that I have very high morals. And I'm ok with that, because I think that those morals inspire me to be a better person. And it wouldnt have those morals if it werent for God, for its because of God and the Bible, that we know the difference between right and wrong. God is what inspires me not to steal, not to shop lift, to save myself until marriage, to be courteous to others, to be a better person. Honestly, if I didnt have God in my life then I dont think that I would be the same person I am today. So then it makes me wonder what kind of life atheists and agnostics are living and how they can go on living without God as a central structure in their life. When I think about that, it makes me want to just reach out to Bob and reach out to the person who stole money from me and just bring them to God. However, the way things are today, I dont think society would accept that; I dont think people would accept that. Not enough people who have religion in their lives are sharing it, so therefore when one does, they are looked upon as strange or crazy. However, if everyone who has come to know God in their lives reached out to one person and at least attempted to bring them a little closer to God, it would make all the world of difference. Maybe I am hanging on too much wishful thinking. Maybe I am underestimating the Christian community. Maybe I am hanging too much on a fantasy and need to focus more on reality. But maybe, just maybe, this could work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge for you, and for myself, is that if you are of faith, if you know God, than find someone who doesnt know God, and make an honest effort to bring them closer to Him. You dont even have to go right up front directly and talk to someone about God, but rather, through your actions, try and make them ask you why you are so nice to people, why you are always filled with joy, why you have morals and faith and what your reason to live for is. God will help you show your faith if you are willing. If you are reading this and you dont have a relationship with God, and you want to, than I encourage you to find someone who does know God, because there are plenty of people out there who are willing to share His joy and comfort and beauty with you. Also, I am more than willing to help you come to know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this may sound really weird to a lot of people, but I hope that at least some people share my same feelings about all of this, and will help me spread God's good news to others who have yet to know it. I truly believe that coming to know God will make people better, and make this world an overall better place. Besides, those who are religious and who know the awesome power of God and prayer, why would you keep it to yourselves?? Why not share it with as many people as you can? Thats what I would do, and thats what I'm trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For as the new heavens and the new earth, which I will make, shall remain before me, says the Lord; so shall your descendants and your name remain. From new moon to new moon, and from sabbath to sabbath, all flesh shall come to worship before me." Isaiah 66: 22-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For you shall go to all to whom I send you, and you shall speak whatever I command you.  Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you." Jeremiah 1: 7-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110938819544102096?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110938819544102096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110938819544102096' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110938819544102096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110938819544102096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/02/lesson-learned-in-time.html' title='A Lesson Learned in Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110937217198323545</id><published>2005-02-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:00:40.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Embarrassing" Picture</title><content type='html'>So this is not the picture of the week thing, its more of a, picture to get back at peche thing. So all week peche and I have been arguing about me wanting to post a certain picture of us in our costumes from one of our dances in our recital two years ago.  It was called the shadow dance.  But since I'm not too horribly cruel, I decided to do this one because we're dancing so its not real close up and there are other people in it. And, to be even nicer, I wont even say which one Peche is. But i'm the one in like the dead center. In case anyone wanted to know. And I look stoned, but you know what?? I'm proud of it! HAH! And that's how you post an embarassing picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/1024/em%20shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/3693/320/em%20shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110937217198323545?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110937217198323545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110937217198323545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110937217198323545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110937217198323545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/02/embarrassing-picture.html' title='&quot;Embarrassing&quot; Picture'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10950979.post-110937132039029622</id><published>2005-02-25T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:44:59.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Class Humor</title><content type='html'>So today in math class, my teacher was doing a problem on the board, and he got to this one point and said: "Lemme stop for a second and give you a chance to think about that, catch up, mustard..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me like 5 minutes to get the joke, and all of a sudden I just started cracking up. Of course I was the only one laughing, and it was like uncontrolable laughter for like 2 minutes straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think anyone else in the class got the joke, and if they did, then I guess I just have a really weird sense of humor, cuz I was the only one who thought it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of another joke my choir teacher told us the other day: Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?? Because he was dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, she also told us this other one a couple months ago:  Where can you find a dog with no legs?  Right where you left him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok if no one else thinks any of these jokes are funny than I must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I already am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10950979-110937132039029622?l=dancingducky617.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/feeds/110937132039029622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10950979&amp;postID=110937132039029622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110937132039029622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10950979/posts/default/110937132039029622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingducky617.blogspot.com/2005/02/math-class-humor.html' title='Math Class Humor'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00155610665184600625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g103/dancingducky617/DSCF0020-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
