<?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-6251839608484853384</id><updated>2011-08-10T22:40:28.787-04:00</updated><category term='Photography'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Track'/><category term='Church'/><category term='General'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Shanshan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2770209177682461893</id><published>2009-01-27T16:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:52:14.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, I know I haven't blogged in over 3 months. I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to keep this up either. Just thought I should update it so it doesn't look too stale...&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what that last blog was all about, but ya.&lt;br /&gt;Currently it's break, and we're supposed to have a snow storm tomorrow. I really hate snow, cold tempatures, and winter in general. I definitely plan on moving south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blagojevich needs to give up already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/28/us/politics/28illinois.html?ref=us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His reputation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is trash now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I've recently started listening to New Found Glory. They're pretty good. As with Death Cab for Cutie... They're okay. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor track is over. I'm debating on doing outdoor, if I should do distance this time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm. I remember why I stopped blogging. I lack anything interesting to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-2770209177682461893?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2770209177682461893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2770209177682461893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2770209177682461893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2770209177682461893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2009/01/melody-softly-soaring-through-my.html' title='A Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7029907952618249719</id><published>2008-10-07T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:17:36.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why do people say sorry all the time? They say it even if they're not even wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why should I apologize? I'm not right, but I did nothing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They are so immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7029907952618249719?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7029907952618249719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7029907952618249719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7029907952618249719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7029907952618249719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-people-say-sorry-all-time-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8211034342685322113</id><published>2008-10-07T17:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:09:42.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Photo Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went through all my pictures on my cellphone, and I figured I would send them to myself so I can delete them and make some room on my phone. Most of them are really old and some are fairly recent. They're in no particular order. I couldn't center them for some reason... Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYqjaQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4yC47w9Z4pQ/s1600-h/0812081723.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531615829318674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYqjaQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4yC47w9Z4pQ/s320/0812081723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I was standing on an old roof in Port Henry, looking over Lake Champlain watching a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531622072778914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYq6q0gKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/nCoViyisB2o/s320/1004081203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 28 bags of hot dog buns Neala and I had to buy for Homecoming.... That was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYq69nXPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2vfQ40NEaqc/s1600-h/Popped+Collar.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531622151609586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYq69nXPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2vfQ40NEaqc/s320/Popped+Collar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKC0UPEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JAcJa6KrIlg/s1600-h/Photo_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531057324407874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKC0UPEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JAcJa6KrIlg/s320/Photo_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky coaster with my cousin and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKk9DAsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XvE33y7pP6A/s1600-h/0903071844.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531066487833282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKk9DAsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XvE33y7pP6A/s320/0903071844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a friends house. I was bored. I really love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKh470SI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QD_b7fgejQg/s1600-h/0812081732.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531065665278242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKh470SI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QD_b7fgejQg/s320/0812081732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More of Port Henry. A town of like, 500... My mom grew up here. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX6xD1uzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J67NY507Qt4/s1600-h/0805081928.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530794859641650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX6xD1uzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J67NY507Qt4/s320/0805081928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and I were walking from Starbucks to the mall, and some idiot went over the curve... So funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX7tAwCfI/AAAAAAAAATg/JAuVxQFc9Lo/s1600-h/0714081701.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530810952813042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX7tAwCfI/AAAAAAAAATg/JAuVxQFc9Lo/s320/0714081701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My best friend on the train ride to Canada. He told me his complete life story. Not even kidding. He was a really nice guy, even if he was a tad weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX8JptlFI/AAAAAAAAATw/olEXhuS2yEg/s1600-h/0712081852.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530818640811090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX8JptlFI/AAAAAAAAATw/olEXhuS2yEg/s320/0712081852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKvpDUrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zhcst2gnqY0/s1600-h/0916081740.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531069356757682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYKvpDUrI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zhcst2gnqY0/s320/0916081740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Livi! She's cuter than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwIgKe7I/AAAAAAAAASo/KOClUzPH99U/s1600-h/0831071923.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530612173896626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwIgKe7I/AAAAAAAAASo/KOClUzPH99U/s320/0831071923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 summers ago, on the ferry leaving New York City, going back to Staten Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX78zrpKI/AAAAAAAAATo/odsls4kutNo/s1600-h/0714081659.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530815192966306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX78zrpKI/AAAAAAAAATo/odsls4kutNo/s320/0714081659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX78zrpKI/AAAAAAAAATo/odsls4kutNo/s1600-h/0714081659.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX78zrpKI/AAAAAAAAATo/odsls4kutNo/s1600-h/0714081659.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some building leaving Buffalo. It looked cool. A lot of graffiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvX78zrpKI/AAAAAAAAATo/odsls4kutNo/s1600-h/0714081659.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwbw690I/AAAAAAAAASw/ePcLuoFZoug/s1600-h/0807072152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530617344456514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwbw690I/AAAAAAAAASw/ePcLuoFZoug/s320/0807072152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwbw690I/AAAAAAAAASw/ePcLuoFZoug/s1600-h/0807072152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Krystal Meyers concert from forever ago... These pictures are awesome though, if I do say so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwS_MT3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/PsG9Vm126yY/s1600-h/0807072139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530614988394354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwS_MT3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/PsG9Vm126yY/s320/0807072139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwS_MT3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/PsG9Vm126yY/s1600-h/0807072139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwS_MT3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/PsG9Vm126yY/s1600-h/0807072139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwS_MT3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/PsG9Vm126yY/s1600-h/0807072139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwv_rh2I/AAAAAAAAATA/MyHmBYwBZXs/s1600-h/0807072141a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530622775068514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwv_rh2I/AAAAAAAAATA/MyHmBYwBZXs/s320/0807072141a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pretty good, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwsTMrII/AAAAAAAAATI/7BFD0DT3jZ4/s1600-h/0807072149.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530621783190658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvXwsTMrII/AAAAAAAAATI/7BFD0DT3jZ4/s320/0807072149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I liked his boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8211034342685322113?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8211034342685322113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8211034342685322113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8211034342685322113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8211034342685322113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SOvYqjaQ3BI/AAAAAAAAAUg/4yC47w9Z4pQ/s72-c/0812081723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6041687774148766134</id><published>2008-09-27T10:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:03:48.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Always be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm only on until my mother remembers to block everything again... Maybe she'll forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends of mine and I are going to the movies this weekend. We've been planning to go to see this movie for a while, but we just found out it's rated R. Kind of a set back, but we're pretty sure we're going to go anyway and go movie hopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you think it's wrong to movie hop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnBNNPcI/AAAAAAAAANs/EOO2UMDBqUI/s1600-h/IMG_2009%3D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250715150248132034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnBNNPcI/AAAAAAAAANs/EOO2UMDBqUI/s320/IMG_2009%3D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnLsjRiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KvEqpta5-ME/s1600-h/IMG_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250715153063953954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnLsjRiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KvEqpta5-ME/s320/IMG_2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5J-HY77hI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DnSxj9h-l4g/s1600-h/IMG_2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250715547044933138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5J-HY77hI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DnSxj9h-l4g/s320/IMG_2083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5LP8mTBUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/klty7VmJrIs/s1600-h/0908081443a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5LP8mTBUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/klty7VmJrIs/s320/0908081443a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250716952897455426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnMVJ8wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T9cg7h262C0/s1600-h/IMG_2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250715153234260738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnMVJ8wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/T9cg7h262C0/s320/IMG_2033.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/6251839608484853384-6041687774148766134?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6041687774148766134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6041687774148766134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6041687774148766134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6041687774148766134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/always-be.html' title='Always be.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5JnBNNPcI/AAAAAAAAANs/EOO2UMDBqUI/s72-c/IMG_2009%3D2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-265594585073960395</id><published>2008-09-07T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:52:55.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i face="georgia"&gt;Time passes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even when it seems impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;Even for me. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey all. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to start blogging again... I'm currently updating everything that I haven't been able to get to while my parents had that parental control on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Lift was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;My cousins came here from Chicago for a week.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt was married.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16!&lt;br /&gt;I have my permit!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Sophomore now. (10th grade)&lt;br /&gt;School started Thursday. I have decent classes.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a freshman. It's weird seeing her in the school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over at Caroline's right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;Cardboard Testimonies this weekend! Incredibly scary to get up on stage and do them.&lt;br /&gt;YouTube 'Cardboard Testimonies' if you don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a kitten tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're caught up! Get off my back about blogging now, kay? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-265594585073960395?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/265594585073960395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=265594585073960395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/265594585073960395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/265594585073960395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-compelled-to-do-what-we-have.html' title='We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1613551109446762564</id><published>2008-07-06T19:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:18:05.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Playing my little part in something big.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow (that's if I finish packing) at the crack of dawn (7:45 baby ;) with the middle schoolers from my church. We're going to PA, and I'm not ecstatic about the cramped &lt;em&gt;school bus&lt;/em&gt; ride there but once we get there and get situated I'll be ohkay. Supposedly there are about 60 kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to going. It's where everything started for me, two years ago almost to the day. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Canadia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1613551109446762564?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1613551109446762564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1613551109446762564&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1613551109446762564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1613551109446762564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/playing-my-little-part-in-something-big.html' title='Playing my little part in something big.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5417809655466226112</id><published>2008-07-03T06:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T07:39:09.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You're prettier than a sunrise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SGy4-zBfsBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NdB0LMPNCJc/s1600-h/IMG_1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218749457203441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SGy4-zBfsBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NdB0LMPNCJc/s320/IMG_1897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SGy1eMxWoSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5e0uazdhzGw/s1600-h/IMG_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218745598644494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SGy1eMxWoSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5e0uazdhzGw/s320/IMG_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This morning I decided to go for a run, and get back into shape for the fall. I don't know how I'm going to keep waking up at 5:30, but I'm going to give it a shot. After my run, I noticed the sunrise. The only time I ever see it, is on the bus ride to school. Pretty much never during the summer because I wake up at about 10:30 every day. So this was a treat, and I grabbed my camera and took some pictures!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next week is camp, which I am pumped for. I can't wait. I'm hanging out with people tomorrow and we're going to see some fireworks in Clifton Park. Then Saturday I'm going shopping for any extra items for next week. Can you guess what I'm doing Sunday? Yep, packing. Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5417809655466226112?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5417809655466226112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5417809655466226112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5417809655466226112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5417809655466226112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-more-beautiful-than-sunrise.html' title='You&apos;re prettier than a sunrise.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SGy4-zBfsBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NdB0LMPNCJc/s72-c/IMG_1897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-141615429464847037</id><published>2008-06-27T10:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:28:27.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Don't Say That It's Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's funny. I never realized how much I used my cellphone before today.&lt;br /&gt;It died last night, and my sister took the charger to her friends house. (We only have one, because she broke the other one... SO now she uses &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; charger.) Of course, today is one of those days where I want to make plans for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I reached for my cellphone this morning... Behold! It was still dead. So I'm stuck waiting until she gets back. Now I have this stupid anxiety feeling in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could strangle her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-141615429464847037?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/141615429464847037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=141615429464847037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/141615429464847037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/141615429464847037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-say-that-its-over.html' title='Don&apos;t Say That It&apos;s Over.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4405463747453932172</id><published>2008-06-25T12:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:03:21.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Temporary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I could say I'm actually spending my first few days of summer having fun, hanging out with friends, and being a teenager that is jobless and broke... But that isn't quite the case.&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck home, doing chores, and reading for lack of anything better to do. This is not by choice, mind you. The super glue on my glasses finally gave up 2 days ago, and I haven't really felt like going outside and doing stuff half blind. I can't watch tv, or be online for long periods of time without getting a headache. Okay, so it is my choice to stay home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;partially&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but it still doesn't mean I'm having a blast rotting at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this is only temporary. I can't wait for July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4405463747453932172?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4405463747453932172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4405463747453932172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4405463747453932172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4405463747453932172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/temporary.html' title='Temporary...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8885063179627513055</id><published>2008-06-23T00:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:55:29.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had the best weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friday I went to Borders &amp;amp; Fridays with my mom. I finally bought some much needed books, and a few other things. It was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday I finally mailed my passport. Note the &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; part. I should get it in 2-3 weeks... Hopefully more around the 2 week point. (crossing fingers.) I'm happy though, that I sent it. I've been so stressed, and you know what happens when I do? I get zits and other unholy bumps on my face. Unfair!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my day was spent with friends at the Great Escape for Glory day. I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I Tanned. Got soaked in the lazy river. Competed who could keep their hands up in the air the longest on the Pirate Ship. Glasses breaking in the line for the Pirate Ship... Wedgies!!! =P Walmart for super glue and deodorant. Subway. Competed who could keep their hands up in the air the longest on the Comet. A lot of walking and pictures. Finally the Sky Coaster! Had to practically beg Carolines mom, but it was so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;When we left, we sang to a bunch of songs and stopped by A&amp;amp;W. Best root beer ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday was the Malta Celebration. The very last service in the Shops of Malta! (And my first Sunday service in over a year and a half!) Its sad to think about. I've spent the past 4 years there, and I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; memories. It was fun to reminisce with Caroline and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;After the service, the church held a huge picnic out on the new property. It didn't rain at ALL! How awesome is that? It was fun to hang out with everyone and watch the baptisms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today isn't going to be eventfull. Hopefully I can get my glasses properly fixed, so it doesn't look like I'm lopsided.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few pictures on my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. Check them out. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SF_HLh77TSI/AAAAAAAAALc/02q3irzjyoA/s1600-h/IMG_1893-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215105894420532514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SF_HLh77TSI/AAAAAAAAALc/02q3irzjyoA/s320/IMG_1893-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8885063179627513055?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8885063179627513055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8885063179627513055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8885063179627513055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8885063179627513055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SF_HLh77TSI/AAAAAAAAALc/02q3irzjyoA/s72-c/IMG_1893-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5940525759232378132</id><published>2008-06-21T08:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:16:25.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it annoying when you can't find anything to wear? Especially when the top you were going to wear is MISSING. I ponder who took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying in bed trying to come up with an outfit. I plan outfits according to how important the day is. Ask Caroline. She knows. I've had this planned out for days, laying on my bed. Yes, I know some of you just pick out stuff according to your mood, or whatever, but it's just not how I do things. Unbelievable, really. She better have a good reason for taking it... (No. Probably not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really stupid idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5940525759232378132?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5940525759232378132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5940525759232378132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5940525759232378132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5940525759232378132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8638564242495693379</id><published>2008-06-20T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:12:38.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Creamy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a picture I snapped earlier. The clouds were amazing. It looks creamy, doesn't it? I kind of wish the lamp posts and the buildings weren't there. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SFxxFpxoPkI/AAAAAAAAALM/O1EkFqguer8/s1600-h/0620082025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214166810515488322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SFxxFpxoPkI/AAAAAAAAALM/O1EkFqguer8/s320/0620082025.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/6251839608484853384-8638564242495693379?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8638564242495693379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8638564242495693379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8638564242495693379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8638564242495693379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/creamy.html' title='Creamy.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SFxxFpxoPkI/AAAAAAAAALM/O1EkFqguer8/s72-c/0620082025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4099519649149337906</id><published>2008-06-20T22:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:30:02.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just bought the new Coldplay Album, Viva la Vida. Wholeheartedly telling you to buy it. (Or whatever it is you do.) It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to the Great Escape for Glory Day with a bunch of my friends. It's going to be a blast. It's become a tradition of sorts for us to go, and I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IT'S SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4099519649149337906?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4099519649149337906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4099519649149337906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4099519649149337906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4099519649149337906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2112901695926560383</id><published>2008-06-13T15:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:00:49.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Can't WAIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/bdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/bdcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love the Twilight series. They are easily the best books I've read. A few months from now, the 4th and final book Breaking Dawn is coming out on August 2nd. (Two days before my birthday.) The series is SO good, since all of the books have been #1 best sellers, they're making a movie of Twilight coming out in December. The teaser is... Interesting. I hope they don't screw it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-2112901695926560383?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2112901695926560383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2112901695926560383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2112901695926560383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2112901695926560383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t WAIT.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7607088690764269717</id><published>2008-06-11T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:35:17.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Romance Languages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As of now, I'm the biggest retard ever. I was having this conversation with a friend of mine, and supposedly Italian is not only a nationality, but a language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:10:48 PM): except in italy&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:11:36 PM): haha. are you going to live in italy?&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:11:44 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:11:54 PM): only if they all start speaking english&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:12:09 PM): they don't speak english?&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:12:14 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:12:25 PM): ...&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:12:28 PM): what do they speak?&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:12:32 PM): italian&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:12:46 PM): isnt that practically english? but with an accent or something?&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:12:52 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:13:02 PM): yeah, close enough, i guess&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:13:24 PM): so do they speak english or not.&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:13:24 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:13:35 PM): that would be a no : )&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:13:42 PM): im confused.&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:14:42 PM): italian is not english at all... its more like spanish, i think&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:16:33 PM): i always thought it was just a nationality&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:16:37 PM): hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:16:44 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:16:59 PM): i guess thats what a freshman education gives you&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:17:20 PM): or a sheltered life.&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:17:26 PM): VERY sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:17:28 PM): either way&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:17:42 PM): and your not sheltered, I'M sheltered&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:17:55 PM): atleast you have facebook&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:18:36 PM): I've never watched a star wars movie until like, last year.&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:18:57 PM): wow... i think i have episode 2 memorized&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:21:35 PM): marathoning the extended edition lord of the rings movies is a fun time&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:21:45 PM): haa&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:21:46 PM): i bet&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:22:00 PM): 10 hours straight of pure amazingness&lt;br /&gt;********* (9:23:42 PM): not that im a nerd or anything&lt;br /&gt;shanshann72 (9:23:46 PM): of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I also have the coolest friends. Ever. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7607088690764269717?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7607088690764269717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7607088690764269717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7607088690764269717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7607088690764269717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/italian.html' title='Romance Languages.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5582365229021246393</id><published>2008-06-11T16:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:05:06.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Stress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm fairly nervous. I don't like finals. Or regents. I don't like either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But on the bright side, regular classes are now over TODAY! Too bad finals start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Three 100 minute classes Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Global&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Three 100 minute classes Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keyboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Earth Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Two 100 minute classes Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My classes are nicely spaced, I think. Of course, I don't have finals in math and science. Just review because the regents are next Tuesday morning and Friday afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm still nervous that I'll fail the regents and have to take the classes over again with Sweaty Armpits &amp;amp; Shepshep. *Cringes*&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/6251839608484853384-5582365229021246393?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5582365229021246393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5582365229021246393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5582365229021246393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5582365229021246393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-fairly-nervous.html' title='Stress?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4457026222571164293</id><published>2008-06-08T21:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:28:15.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I Like Food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The 30 Hour Famine was awesome! I had a great time. Except for the whole being hungry part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/livingforlater"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Living for Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; played, and we mostly just hung out Friday. The majority stayed up till about 2:20-4:00 supposedly but I think that's wrong. Nobody really knows. We played catchphrase and we were hanging out in the sanctuary talking, while all of the adults except Mr. Straight went to bed at around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up at 8:30. That sucked. A hand full of us signed up to go to the City Mission to help. We had three options to choose from. It was either City Mission, Samuel's to paint, or staying at the church to clean. When we got there, it was incredibly hot and humid. We had to sign a waver, I think. I don't know why. Then we split up into two groups, and the group I was in had to do yard work and mulch. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be... I had pictured myself knee deep in mulch with flip flops on. I got some sun too. =] It was difficult to walk through their kitchen though. So much *good smelling* food!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working for 3 and a half hours, we headed back to the church, only to head back out again. Only this time, it was to the mall for a scavenger hunt. We got into groups of 5, and we had to do the most ridiculous things ever. It was awesome. We got yelled at in Boscov's for going up and down the escalators (or...running up the down...and running down the up) too many times. Apparently they called the &lt;s&gt;very scary&lt;/s&gt; mall cops, but I didn't see any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We finally broke the fast after the 5:00 service ended. It was the best tasting food ever. I love pasta. I have pictures of the weekend on my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;, so check them out. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;{Wednesday classes end.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday finals start. End on next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday &amp;amp; Friday are Regents.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer!!!!&lt;/em&gt; (&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Glory Day ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyS77urvVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KUkmuEEmhls/s1600-h/IMG_1762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700427304254802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyS77urvVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KUkmuEEmhls/s320/IMG_1762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyS85y4RRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6CCjKcHqx0s/s1600-h/IMG_1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700443964851474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyS85y4RRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6CCjKcHqx0s/s320/IMG_1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyS9AwWFMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/k7he7oEYJ5w/s1600-h/IMG_1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700445833270466" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT2G1j5NI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dTs3x-Mt3Zo/s320/l_0b4420db9e82489f266b8aea9d577fda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT2QgoJnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0-Vel7sRbqM/s1600-h/IMG_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209701429314856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT2QgoJnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0-Vel7sRbqM/s320/IMG_1830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT3NduzEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XXXRGuPdagg/s1600-h/IMG_1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209701445677272130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT3NduzEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XXXRGuPdagg/s320/IMG_1844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT3tOxlpI/AAAAAAAAALE/I_UzfUs5gpI/s1600-h/IMG_1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209701454204475026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyT3tOxlpI/AAAAAAAAALE/I_UzfUs5gpI/s320/IMG_1845.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/6251839608484853384-4457026222571164293?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4457026222571164293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4457026222571164293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4457026222571164293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4457026222571164293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-food.html' title='I Like Food.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SEyS77urvVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KUkmuEEmhls/s72-c/IMG_1762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6967496839838414412</id><published>2008-06-06T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:55:33.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Be Hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ccayouth.com/uploaded_images/30HF_Icon_black-725602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ccayouth.com/uploaded_images/30HF_Icon_black-725602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight, (or should I say today?) is the start of the 30 hour famine. Basically it's an international event where various church youth groups fast for 30 straight hours to raise money for the thousands of kids who go hungry everyday. I know the church has done this before maybe 3 years ago, but I didn't for whatever reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't eaten anything since lunch ended at 11:20 and it is now 4:45, and I'm pretty hungry. I'm actually fasting just a tad longer than 30 hours, because of my lunch schedule. It's incredibly early than other peoples. What sucked was when I got home, my mom made my sister and I some food, and I was like, Yay!...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hopefully this will get easier with people fasting with me. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm going to try and blog through it, but I'm not entirely sure how well it's going to work out. I know we're going to Samuels in the morning tomorrow, then going to a soup kitchen later. We're breaking the fast after the first service on Saturday, which ends at 6 I believe... Oh. I should probably go pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Less than 26 hours to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6967496839838414412?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6967496839838414412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6967496839838414412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6967496839838414412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6967496839838414412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-hungry.html' title='Be Hungry.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4788164692145651059</id><published>2008-05-30T15:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:07:57.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1.tinypic.com/6wopv8w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.tinypic.com/5zfcsom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="594" alt="" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/5zfcsom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.tinypic.com/67nwhap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="563" alt="" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/67nwhap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.tinypic.com/54n56pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="537" alt="" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/54n56pl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i16.tinypic.com/4kyyixv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="489" alt="" src="http://i16.tinypic.com/4kyyixv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4788164692145651059?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4788164692145651059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4788164692145651059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4788164692145651059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4788164692145651059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.tinypic.com/5zfcsom_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4415101696997488837</id><published>2008-05-29T20:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:46:49.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My So-Called Problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm pretty sure my life is hitting a low point right now. I'm being crunched for time. Once I get past the 20th, I'm free. (Practically) Hopefully I get a job soon, because I want to drive sometime this century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I keep getting these stupid letters saying something similar to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wanted to let you know, your idiot child is in jeopardy of failing the &lt;u&gt;entire&lt;/u&gt; course. Because he/she is in jeopardy of failing, we've taken the liberty to sign your child up for a speaking proficiency exam at the end of the year so that he/she gets a better grade. Or... so that we look better. Feel free to yell at your child and be pissed off with no end in sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for french. This has happened once before about a month ago. I went to my guidance counselor, and he said it's impossible that I can fail the course. I've gotten B's in that class all 3 quarters. No possible way, period. Then, sometime last week, I got my iPod taken away for the entire day in French for checking the weather for a friend. What the heck. Then, it gets better. One of the vice principals decided to call and inform my parents that if I get it taken away again, I'll get &lt;em&gt;suspended&lt;/em&gt;. I'm telling you, my french teacher has it out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I think I'm going to play field hockey in the fall. I went to an info meeting during activity period, (complete waste of the few remaining, by the way), and I'm definitely considering doing it. I have no idea how to play, though. Mary is going to attempt to teach me, but I'm still sort of uneasy about that. &lt;s&gt;It's a tad safer than rugby, that's for sure.&lt;/s&gt; Apparently it isn't. I just found that out. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 6:39 on the mile, second to a 6:38. My best time ever running the mile for school. I feel pretty good about it. I do feel bad, though, for Mary. She threw up on the last 200m. It was kind of discusting... I went with her to the nurse. It sucks for us because we have lunch right before gym. It's hard to run with a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to bed. Hopefully my weekend won't blow up in my face anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4415101696997488837?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4415101696997488837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4415101696997488837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4415101696997488837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4415101696997488837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-so-called-problem.html' title='My So-Called Problem.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5543701120499838030</id><published>2008-05-28T20:30:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:17:49.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Behind Your Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've traveled the world twice over,&lt;br /&gt;Met the famous; saints and sinners,&lt;br /&gt;Poets and artists, kings and queens,&lt;br /&gt;Old stars and hopeful beginners,&lt;br /&gt;I've been where no-one's been before,&lt;br /&gt;Learned secrets from writers and cooks&lt;br /&gt;All with one library ticket&lt;br /&gt;To the wonderful world of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love books. I love how they take me from this world, to a completely different one. I love how I can read for hours till no end, fall asleep, then wake up only to read again. I love how I get so connected with the characters, I feel the emotions they feel. I don't, and I doubt I will ever, understand why people don't like reading. They would rather see the movie. I have hardly ever heard anyone say that the movie was better than the book. You imagine for yourself what the characters look like, what they sound like. Imagining their world behind your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm kind of a bookworm. I read whenever and I read whatever I can get my hands on. It comes from my mom, she reads probably more than me. Since I read a lot, I've come up with the "short and to the point" version of some books that have stood out to me. A few of them are typical for a teenage girl... While some maybe not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beust.com/pics/hp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="267" alt="" src="http://www.beust.com/pics/hp7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Harry Potter - I started reading this series in like, 3rd grade. I went to the library in my elementary school, and for whatever reason, I picked up Harry Potter. Not the first one, the third one. The Prisoner of Azkaban. I was hooked, even though I was out of order. I went back and read up to the fourth one. I patiently waited years for the fifth, the sixth, and finally the seventh to come out last year. I can thank J.K. Rowling, because it was this series that got me wanting to read. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://nottheonlyone.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/tokillamockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="315" alt="" src="http://nottheonlyone.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/tokillamockingbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - I know, some of you are like, "&lt;em&gt;What is that girl &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;" But if you actually took the time to read it and do the review sheets for English, not copy the answers from a friend or online, you would see it how I see it. Quite possibly my favorite part of the book was the last few chapters. I almost cried. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.home.earthlink.net/~ljbrown1/narnia_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="338" alt="" src="http://www.home.earthlink.net/~ljbrown1/narnia_book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia - I love the adventures. It's amazing how C.S. Lewis imagined and breathed life into these stories. I've read all of the books, but my favorite of these are tied between the Magicians Nephew, the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, and the Last Battle. I can't pick just one. The world between worlds concept is pretty interesting to think about, if you take the time. Then the adventures in the Dawn Treader are pretty awesome.. I haven't read any of his other books, but I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="229" alt="" src="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Twilight Series - Yeah, some people think it's racy. The back of one of the books do seem to imply that it is... But it really isn't. (Most of the time...=p It's a Young Adult book, what can I say?) It's completely out of context with the entirety of the plot. It's much better than I ever thought it was going to be. I've read, reread, and re reread those books so many times. The final book, Breaking Dawn, is coming out on August 2nd. (Two days before my birthday!!!!!) The Twilight movie is coming out in December. Caroline, Alicia and I are seeing it together. I can't wait to see how it turns out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5543701120499838030?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5543701120499838030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5543701120499838030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5543701120499838030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5543701120499838030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/behind-your-eyes.html' title='Behind Your Eyes.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7035212951543237610</id><published>2008-05-25T20:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:55:43.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been getting into a bad habit of blogging. Blog somewhat steady, then taking like 5 days to blog again. Bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Narnia on Friday with a group of friends. It wasn't as good as I had hoped, especially since the reviews that I had heard from friends raved about it. I liked the 1st better. It was lengthy... The best part I thought, was the ending. I also am never eating a hot dog again in public with people watching me. The stupid thing got stuck in my braces, and I couldn't get it out of my mouth... I was laughing too hard. It wasn't even a normal sized hot dog. It was a mini one, smaller than my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt;. Talk about embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to take Drivers ed, and that costs like, 350 dollars, and I want a car, and my parents won't let me get one unless I pay for half of the insurance. That means a job. I was getting an application at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hannafor&lt;/span&gt;d, and I went to the customer service area, and this really hot guy was working there. Somewhere around the age of 16 or 17 or something. Super cute. I'm definitely working at customer service. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, and I found Time to Pretend by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt;. I swear I've heard that song &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; before. I can't remember where for the life of me. I really like it. Has anyone heard any good music lately, because I need some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow is a fun filled day of cleaning around the house with my family... Shoot me now?&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/6251839608484853384-7035212951543237610?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7035212951543237610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7035212951543237610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7035212951543237610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7035212951543237610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/ready.html' title='Ready?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1888259847390972292</id><published>2008-05-21T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:12:26.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Awkward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. David Archuleta lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No comments for you people that are going to rub it in my face. Suck it, James. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1888259847390972292?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1888259847390972292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1888259847390972292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1888259847390972292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1888259847390972292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay.html' title='Awkward.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3179122472465299729</id><published>2008-05-20T16:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:52:53.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Re-decor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SDM8llPKQkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J93cQV95lS4/s1600-h/0518081707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202568610891579970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SDM8llPKQkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J93cQV95lS4/s320/0518081707.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That would be the Clifton Park campus sanctuary... With some redecorating going on for the big move with Malta. The ceiling is being spray painted with some special chemical in it. I found a whole bunch of it on the production booth Sunday morning. It's black (obviously) and it feels like really fine dirt or sand. The nastiest stuff to get on your skin and/or clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of redecorating, I went shopping with a friend of mine the other day, and I finally bought a cover for my iPod! About time, I know. Most of them were really ugly... It took me forever to find one I really liked. I also bought &lt;u&gt;The Host&lt;/u&gt; by Stephenie Meyers. I finished it. It's a pretty good book. I didn't think it was nearly as good as her Twilight series though. (Next book coming out August 2nd!! Two days before my birthday!) I have to reread it though. There are so many details in that book, my head was hurting. &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SKEVjxuLL.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH8o19vHlAjWn1l8lffW3bQbmA1jA"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="249" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SKEVjxuLL.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH8o19vHlAjWn1l8lffW3bQbmA1jA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my Global (Social Studies) final tomorrow. DBQs are always fun... I can't wait until school is over!! =] Three weeks left of classes. Four weeks if you count finals and regents. I'm scared that I won't pass the regents. That I'll have to repeat the class and/or go to summer school. Scary! I want summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Part One of the finale for American Idol!!!!!! We all know who I'm rooting for. By the way, I heard that one of the judges, Paula Abdul is singing tonight. Does anyone even listen to (or like) her anymore...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-3179122472465299729?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3179122472465299729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3179122472465299729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3179122472465299729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3179122472465299729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/re-decor.html' title='Re-decor.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SDM8llPKQkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J93cQV95lS4/s72-c/0518081707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1718019358488158641</id><published>2008-05-17T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:12:43.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>TV Shows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Has anyone seen or heard anything about House or American Idol lately, or am I the only one? These just happen to be my two favorite shows right now, and they just happen to be on 3 of the 5 days a week that I actually watch TV! (Except for the news... Shut up, I do watch news.) This next week is both of their season finales, and I'm pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still am in love with David Archuleta. Yes, I still think he's adorable. No, I don't think he's too young. I like both of them, but David A. had me the first time I heard him. =] By the way, has anyone seen him standing next to David Cook? He's so tiny compared to him! Either David C. is humongous, or David A. just hasn't hit his growth spurt. Who do you want to win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House... is just crazy. The past episode was the best one I've ever seen. Seriously, did anyone see it? What did you think of it? I have high expectations for the finale! I hope she doesn't die, it would kill Wilson... Yeah, I get into it. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080402/425.cook.archuleta.040208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080402/425.cook.archuleta.040208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house/features/wallpapers/1152X864_house_wallpaper02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fox.com/house/features/wallpapers/1152X864_house_wallpaper02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1718019358488158641?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718019358488158641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1718019358488158641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1718019358488158641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1718019358488158641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/tv-shows.html' title='TV Shows.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5044994671228916656</id><published>2008-05-16T12:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:36:25.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Irregular...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been busy with school, cut me some slack. I can't blog when I have a ton of homework and tests to study for... ha ha, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got my cyst removed on Tuesday. I don't really like it when doctors say, "This shouldn't hurt at all," when it really hurts like hell. Maybe I have low tolerance of pain or something. The orthopedics was across from a social security place, and on the other side of the orthopedics was another government building, and practically the entire side of it all windows. It was kind of cool since they reflected like mirrors, but I couldn't see inside. Makes you wonder what goes on in those buildings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My braces don't hurt anymore! This is a very good thing. I can eat anything. Anything except apples. I can't bite down on apples without sheer pain. I also now have to put up with everything I eat getting stuck in them... Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Track is over! No more taking the bus home/to a friends house and feeling guilty about it. I thought I had a pretty decent season overall. I am going to go to a gym that opened near by and *try* to stay somewhat in decent shape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;New cellphone charger... But only one. If you know my sister and I, we don't taking sharing too well. It's very... difficult. She always takes it, and doesn't give it back. I have to take it when my battery is beeping at me to charge it, because I always forget to get it. I, of course, am a different story. I always give it to her whenever she needs it, being the loving sister that I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that I am still currently jobless and broke (hopefully that will change soon enough) those are my updates. Today is half day, so I'm stuck home. Anyone doing anything interesting? =]&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/6251839608484853384-5044994671228916656?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5044994671228916656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5044994671228916656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5044994671228916656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5044994671228916656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/irregular.html' title='Irregular...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4621722949203253747</id><published>2008-05-10T20:48:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:50:33.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My teeth hurt. A lot. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, take an Advil or something, right? Too bad I have the worst time taking pills. I absolutely hate pills and liquid medicine. I think medicine is disgusting and I can't swallow anything. I pretty much suffer through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mothers Day is tomorrow as most of you know. I decided to do something a little different. Anyone that knows my mom knows that she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flowers and colorful trees. Friday I went around and took pictures of flowers that are in her garden (and other places) and some blooming trees that are around our house. I'm giving them to her so she can have them as a screen saver or desktop or something for her work. She'll probably want to print some out too. Oh yeah, and a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put most of the pictures on my flickr, but here are some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZXlODVrlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/a-x-zVEpNvI/s1600-h/IMG_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198939116784692818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZXlODVrlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/a-x-zVEpNvI/s320/IMG_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZZMuDVroI/AAAAAAAAAIE/i2emTA0-_zQ/s1600-h/IMG_1497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198940894901153410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZZMuDVroI/AAAAAAAAAIE/i2emTA0-_zQ/s320/IMG_1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCbyhlPKQhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0vFIu3lOzIc/s1600-h/IMG_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199109478591119890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCbyhlPKQhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0vFIu3lOzIc/s320/IMG_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZYNeDVrnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EVdhezwG_kM/s1600-h/IMG_1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198939808274427506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZYNeDVrnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EVdhezwG_kM/s320/IMG_1492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCcx1lPKQiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wllkDgEiFzI/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCcx1lPKQiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wllkDgEiFzI/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199179091421053474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4621722949203253747?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4621722949203253747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4621722949203253747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4621722949203253747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4621722949203253747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SCZXlODVrlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/a-x-zVEpNvI/s72-c/IMG_1433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-9156190721276200929</id><published>2008-05-07T15:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:17:31.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not really in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just got my bottom braces earlier this afternoon. They don't hurt right now, it just feels kind of weird. (Ask me if they hurt tomorrow. =P) My mouth is sore... Which is expected when your mouth was stretched far beyond it's supposed to. My mouth also tastes bad... Bleh. On the bright side, I got to miss half of science and AIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My phone charger is broken. That means my sister and I both have dead cellphones. (She lost hers, and has been using mine for the time being... I have a suspicion that she broke it.) If you've been texting me and haven't been getting a response, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I would really love to sleep. Unfortunetly I have to read +200 pages and do a book report by next Thursday. I have a Unit test in Global next Tuesday. Speaking test in French tomorrow. Two labs due in Science (and review sheets). Maybe some Math review sprinkled somewhere inbetween. Not to mention the fact that I'm TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-9156190721276200929?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9156190721276200929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=9156190721276200929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/9156190721276200929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/9156190721276200929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8523472847288923518</id><published>2008-05-01T19:54:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:49:20.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Cracked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; have a crack on the left corner of my iPod screen. From the top, right through my Safari icon. Not a tiny, cute little scratch, mind you. Now, the first thing anyone says when they use my iPod is, "&lt;em&gt;Holy crap, what happened to your screen!?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You can't help but notice it. Like a single huge red zit on the very tip on anyones nose. Or like a big mole on somebodies face. It's tough to explain how it happened, because I don't even know. It's not that I don't take care of it, because I do. It has become essential, as weird as that sounds. I protect it with my life. (Okay, maybe not... But you get my point.) I got it for a christmas present, so you can't even imagine what my parents said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I believe it happened somewhere in my bag, but I wouldn't be able to tell you beyond that. Everything still works fine though. Do you have any idea how much it costs to have the screen replaced? $150 and above. I don't have that kind of money--or any, for that matter--to spend. It's seriously bugging me. I miss my sleek screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adrianpegg.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/itouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand" height="91" alt="" src="http://adrianpegg.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/itouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm getting dumped with a ton of homework. My english and science teacher said this was the easiest quarter of the year. Such lies! I think it's ridiculous, and I'm pretty sure that people would agree with me. I'm beyond ready for warm, lazy summer days around the pool... 6 weeks left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8523472847288923518?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8523472847288923518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8523472847288923518&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8523472847288923518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8523472847288923518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/05/cracked.html' title='Cracked.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-327121955926886396</id><published>2008-04-30T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T05:36:07.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Maybe Not This Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The whole missions trip thing isn't probably going to work out this year, but I'm definitely going to go next year. There was some miscommunication, so I'm kind of disappointed. Weird thing is that I'm still excited and I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grounded for not doing dishes on Monday. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two friends of mine created blogs today. Another is going to make one soon pretty soon. I think it's awesome! They said I was their inspiration. They've been reading my blog for a little while, and so they decided to blog now. I love it. You guys should comment once in awhile. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through digg, and this caught my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.10e20.com/blog/2007/07/27/21-ways-to-shoot-better-photographs/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;21 Ways to Shoot Better Photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-327121955926886396?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/327121955926886396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=327121955926886396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/327121955926886396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/327121955926886396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-not-this-year.html' title='Maybe Not This Year...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7794893386394998514</id><published>2008-04-29T20:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:00:17.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>If you never try, You'll never know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As most of you know, I serve a fair amount. I serve on a weekly basis for my church. The occasional Saturday then every Sunday for services in the morning and for my youth group in the afternoon. I've helped out with Nine12/United serves, whenever that's scheduled, I'll do it. But not only that, I really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to serve. Production never gets boring for me, and I just like to help out where ever I'm needed.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I was really bummed when I found out that my church isn't going on a mission trip this year. I was told that we might go somewhere in the Adirondacks, to help clean around the area or whatever, but I guess that never worked out. But now I really really want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've had this burning feeling in my heart, and I'm pretty sure it's not by coincidence. Yesterday I spend the majority of the day looking at oppurtunities to go on mission trips, and all of them are either past the deadline for entries, or they conflict with my other plans over the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Except one. I don't want to go into too much detail, especially since I haven't even talked to my parents about it, and I shouldn't get my hopes too high... But I'm crazy excited!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep ya posted. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7794893386394998514?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7794893386394998514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7794893386394998514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7794893386394998514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7794893386394998514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-never-try-youll-never-know.html' title='If you never try, You&apos;ll never know.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8004064572745259175</id><published>2008-04-26T20:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:06:47.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Oh, By The Way, You're Under Arrest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The past few days have not been too terribly eventful... The most interesting thing is that I video directed in Malta this evening, which I haven't done in a year. It was intimidating at first, but it all came back pretty quickly. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wallout.com/lsd_vs_alcohol_vs_tree"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; though. I thought it was pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to see Prom Night. I'm the biggest pansy when it comes to scary movies. I bet I'll have nightmares for the next week... But for now, I'm going to snuggle in my blankets, get some ice cream, and watch Cops with the fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8004064572745259175?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8004064572745259175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8004064572745259175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8004064572745259175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8004064572745259175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-by-way-youre-under-arrest.html' title='Oh, By The Way, You&apos;re Under Arrest.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-346986064063526493</id><published>2008-04-24T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:35:27.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I Wish I Was Going To Disney...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just noticed... My last post was my 100th post! Pretty cool, right? It's pretty simple math if you look over at my archives and add the numbers up, if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways... My PowerPoint went pretty good. I'm usually more nervous about presentations than I normally should be. Tomorrow I have a Unit Test in Global. Half hour of questions, then the rest is a gigantic thematic essay. After that I'm going on a field trip to a Planetarium for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of my friends are going to Florida with our school over the next several days. They are in chorus or they play an instrument. I'm kind of jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the worst headache. I'll blog tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-346986064063526493?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/346986064063526493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=346986064063526493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/346986064063526493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/346986064063526493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-i-was-going-to-disney.html' title='I Wish I Was Going To Disney...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6427835126258792605</id><published>2008-04-22T21:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:49:36.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I Need You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have I said that third quarter was the worst? Silly me. For the record, it's fourth quarter. It's not even May and I'm stressed out about grades. I've acknowledged the fact that it is absolutely and completely ridiculous to be stressing, but I still am. I've been listening to Take My Hand by Shawn McDonald for a little while, but it's not quite helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, after three weeks, I went to the doctors to finally get the cyst in my left hand checked out, and apparently it's on or underneath a tendon. Weird. I have to go to a specialist to see if I need to get surgery. I do NOT want surgery for a few reasons: I take keyboarding... So what would I do for 80 minutes? Write out what everyone else is typing? I don't think so. Plus I do this little hobby of mine, and if I got surgery the time I spend on the computer would be seriously hindered. I've never had surgery. I've never even had to go to the hospital. Ever. So I'm kind of freaked out about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow I have to present my research paper in "commercial" form via PowerPoint for English. I really hate oral presentations. Way too much unnecessary anxiety for me. Having to get up in front of my class is a big enough of a challenge, but then I wonder if I'm reading too fast, or not fast enough, or if I look and/or sound like a complete retard... Public speaking is not one of my few fortés... Hopefully it goes better than what I'm expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6427835126258792605?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6427835126258792605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6427835126258792605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6427835126258792605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6427835126258792605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-you.html' title='I Need You.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1988517498650779463</id><published>2008-04-21T21:45:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:23:07.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>That's What HE Said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This past Sunday I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Was smacked in the face while Dave and Will Bush decided to do chest bumps in order to get pumped up for the services. I somehow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that that was going to happen. I was trying to get out of their way with Sue, to let the boys do their testosterone thing. Obviously that didn't work. I sucked it up until I started crying in the bathroom with a friend of mine that saw me in the hallway on the verge of tears. My nose didn't bleed, but it felt like it would. It still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watched one of my camera people pass out. Second scariest thing that I've ever&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;witnessed. (First was Jon putting his arm through a window.) I was actually watching him about five seconds before, wondering why he wasn't fixing his head room... I, naturally, started crying while no one else was. I think every single one of my emotions are hardwired into my tear ducts. Then I look like Rudolph, because my nose gets all red. Very attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to Saratoga with several friends after church. We pretty much just walked around and did nothing except... Well, walk. We went to Starbucks (Mocha Frappuccino &lt;3), probably walked the main strip three times, went around and through Congress Park, hit Wendys twice, went to CVS and Friendly's in an emergency, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's was nice and cool inside while Caroline and I bought Alicia ice cream for her birthday, and we sat on the ledge of a two story parking garage... It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Served for VIP Night at the Malta campus. We got there at five, and ate a lot of food. Actually, I did. But it was all out there in the open and waiting to be eaten. I ate a lot of healthy foods, and mingled with some adults that I knew. It's sad how I barely know anyone now. I still know a bunch of people, but there are so many more volunteers now. =P I ran graphics for worship, then I helped at Kidzway with pretty much everyone that went to Saratoga plus James and lil Jon. I had a blast, and the little kids are so cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was not that good of a day. Brinking on absolutely horrible. I'm going to go and get some sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884304595253906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SA1HRGpTepI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WyNB00uslBE/s320/8436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1988517498650779463?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1988517498650779463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1988517498650779463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1988517498650779463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1988517498650779463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-what-he-said_21.html' title='That&apos;s What HE Said.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SA1HRGpTepI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WyNB00uslBE/s72-c/8436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8007262702320370657</id><published>2008-04-20T00:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:10:20.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>What's Done Is Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SArA3DaJKKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7LbtcAYek30/s1600-h/Ben+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191173572538214562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SArA3DaJKKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7LbtcAYek30/s320/Ben+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm going to miss that kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8007262702320370657?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8007262702320370657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8007262702320370657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8007262702320370657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8007262702320370657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-done-is-done.html' title='What&apos;s Done Is Done.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SArA3DaJKKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7LbtcAYek30/s72-c/Ben+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5296669634567080651</id><published>2008-04-19T23:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:56:04.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I did a whole bunch of cleaning for my mom. It was beautiful out, so all of the windows were open. I love it when it's nice out, it makes my day five times better. After that I went tanning for a little while outside. (I don't think I'm ever going to go tanning in a booth.) Then I slept for a good 3 hours. I'm going to miss my afternoon naps when I go back to school, to be completely honest. They are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nice to say the least. At around 6:45 my mom and I left to go to Wilton to go shopping. What is normally a 25 minute drive became practically a 45 minute drive because she missed the exit we were supposed to get off at. She was in the middle of a story, and she never pays attention to where she's going when she's talking. Unfortunetly, it felt like 20 minutes to the next exit and back. It was funny for me, but my mom was really pissed. Shopping was fun though, so it was okay. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to church at 8 a.m. (ridiculous), then after I'm getting a ride to Saratoga to hangout with a group of friends for the rest of the day. VIP Night is at 6, so I will be going to that as well. I doubt I'll be able to blog tomorrow, so that's roughly my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School on Monday... Not quite looking forward to that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5296669634567080651?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5296669634567080651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5296669634567080651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5296669634567080651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5296669634567080651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8991628369469041400</id><published>2008-04-18T10:52:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:03:39.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Skillet/TFK/Decyfer Down Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My calves burn. My voice is shot. I took a whole ton of pictures. Hands down, the best concert I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are the best of the night. To see all of them, go to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi2sJUuSHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0k0mK6OVJuw/s1600-h/IMG_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190599440077834354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi2sJUuSHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0k0mK6OVJuw/s320/IMG_1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi2HZUuSGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hCORvx5DzVU/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190598808717641826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi2HZUuSGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hCORvx5DzVU/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjBEpUuSOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/glj3BMOasaM/s1600-h/IMG_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190610856100907234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjBEpUuSOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/glj3BMOasaM/s320/IMG_1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjBZpUuSPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RHruATiceWw/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190611216878160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjBZpUuSPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RHruATiceWw/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjBipUuSQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hLAyItXFRN8/s1600-h/IMG_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190611371496982786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjBipUuSQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hLAyItXFRN8/s320/IMG_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SArAhDaJKJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k_3fo-lCBCE/s1600-h/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191173194581092498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SArAhDaJKJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k_3fo-lCBCE/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi3PZUuSJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K9qLEiUcU6I/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190600045668223122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi3PZUuSJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/K9qLEiUcU6I/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi21ZUuSII/AAAAAAAAAFE/1AhRZVWu-A0/s1600-h/IMG_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190599598991624322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi21ZUuSII/AAAAAAAAAFE/1AhRZVWu-A0/s320/IMG_1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi3hZUuSKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_oV52WL85LQ/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190600354905868450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi3hZUuSKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_oV52WL85LQ/s320/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjgzZUuSSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fXC-VJNsD8c/s1600-h/IMG_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190645744120252706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjgzZUuSSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fXC-VJNsD8c/s320/IMG_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjFnZUuSRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eGWUiZI1kN4/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190615851147872530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAjFnZUuSRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eGWUiZI1kN4/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8991628369469041400?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8991628369469041400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8991628369469041400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8991628369469041400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8991628369469041400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/skillettfkdecyfer-down-concert.html' title='Skillet/TFK/Decyfer Down Concert'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SAi2sJUuSHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0k0mK6OVJuw/s72-c/IMG_1286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3722855061374740704</id><published>2008-04-17T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:02:32.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>No Ordinary High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometime early last year I took a self assessment to try and figure out what my Spiritual Gifts were. This morning I re-took it out of curiosity to see if anything has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my top 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Exhortation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Administration/Mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pastoring (Shepherding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unfortunately, I can't find where I put last years, so I kind of have to go by my memory.&lt;br /&gt;I know that Faith, Mercy, Pastoring weren't there. They replaced Evangelism and Leadership. But I also know that Exhortation, Service and Administration have stayed, but Service wasn't up so high, and Exhortation has stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up last years if I ever find it...&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/6251839608484853384-3722855061374740704?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3722855061374740704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3722855061374740704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3722855061374740704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3722855061374740704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-ordinary-high.html' title='No Ordinary High'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4530979333793318931</id><published>2008-04-16T12:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:07:56.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>My Everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At Lift Camp over the summer last year, actors preformed a skit very much like this. It was great! It made me cry. This video reminds me of it, so much... Also, I really like the song they picked for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4530979333793318931?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4530979333793318931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4530979333793318931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4530979333793318931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4530979333793318931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-everything.html' title='My Everything.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2119917935893003994</id><published>2008-04-15T22:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:28:47.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Just Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope he doesn't mind me putting part of our conversation up here, but this has made my entire week so far. It's something I never want to forget. I smiled for the longest time afterwards too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This happened earlier on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*: You should be getting compliments daily ShanShan&lt;br /&gt;*: You truly are a pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;*: I read you as a pretty independent Individual who just loves to have fun&lt;br /&gt;*: Not afraid to be herself&lt;br /&gt;*: Shyyy&lt;br /&gt;*: Cute personality&lt;br /&gt;*: Deffinitely fun to be around, talk to, and hang out with&lt;br /&gt;*: Hugs are amazingg&lt;br /&gt;*: "The Face that's meant to smile"&lt;br /&gt;*: Addicting is a great word because I find myself wanting to hangout with you&lt;br /&gt;*: more and more, each time I think about it&lt;br /&gt;*: I'm also curious to how you are solo, away from a group&lt;br /&gt;*: You also seem like the kind of person where everday is different&lt;br /&gt;*: how the next day will be a mystery&lt;br /&gt;*: because no one ever knows what ShanShan will do nextt&lt;br /&gt;*: You're sense of humor, smile, personality, and shy nature make you easily one of the cutest girls everr&lt;br /&gt;*: ontop of that you're pure, with morals&lt;br /&gt;*: In this day and age&lt;br /&gt;*: such perfection is really hard to come across&lt;br /&gt;*: and before you can argue perfection, understand that to me; you are more than an amazing person&lt;br /&gt;*: I'm luckyy to have met you because I feel like a bit of who you are will rub off on me and last with me till I die&lt;br /&gt;*: You're the kind of person I never want to forget&lt;br /&gt;*: that's why I love my friend Shannon&lt;br /&gt;*: [you can talk nowww haha]&lt;br /&gt;Xcountryrunnr72: I love how you can get this much from me and we've only hung out like, 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless! You've made me practically cry. thats the most amazing thing anyones ever said about me. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*: the most amazing thing&lt;br /&gt;*: is&lt;br /&gt;*: It's all true&lt;br /&gt;*: I did say you were such a mystery&lt;br /&gt;*: and that's another reason.. only 3 days&lt;br /&gt;*: and I felt such things radiate from you&lt;br /&gt;*: imagine what weeks&lt;br /&gt;*: months&lt;br /&gt;*: and hopefully years will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-2119917935893003994?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2119917935893003994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2119917935893003994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2119917935893003994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2119917935893003994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-words.html' title='Just Words...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5382946392565106376</id><published>2008-04-14T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:24:28.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Daughters by John Mayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know a girl&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br /&gt;But she's just like a maze&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br /&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without the warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A womans good, good heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5382946392565106376?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5382946392565106376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5382946392565106376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5382946392565106376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5382946392565106376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/daughters-by-john-mayer.html' title='Daughters by John Mayer'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6752775403704527616</id><published>2008-04-11T16:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:12:03.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>No Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's finally break! Too bad I'm completely exhausted... I got like, no sleep at all this entire week. I'm not going to get any tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got report cards today! I have an 87 overall average. I went up in all my classes, except math... But only down two points. So I guess it's not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm heading over to Carolines house to have breakfast for dinner with a bunch of people, then afterwards we're going to another friend's birthday party in Saratoga until around 12. I probably won't sleep for a few hours after that anyway. Like I said, no sleep. Saturday I'm chillin with Caroline all day, and probably going to church in the afternoon. Sunday is church, then youth group in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday is nothing. Hopefully some well needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I'm spending the day with the Wises.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is the Skillet and Thousand Foot Krutch concert. I'm bringing a friend of mine for her birthday. I can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm hanging out with friends for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a rough picture of what I'm doing this coming week. Not extremely busy, but it's decent. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have practice from 9-10:30 a.m. everyday. We have to keep a log of every workout we do over break. It's going to be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6752775403704527616?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6752775403704527616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6752775403704527616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6752775403704527616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6752775403704527616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-sleep.html' title='No Sleep.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3073680381155919085</id><published>2008-04-10T20:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:45:14.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><title type='text'>In Suspension.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's 4th quarter! Finally. Now only less than 8 weeks of school left until the summer. It's weird how time goes by quickly... But now it gets harder. This week has been the roughest, as far as tests, projects, and homework goes. It's like they plan to have it all due on the SAME DAY. Thursday. Not quite the end of the week, but far enough into it so that we can't slack off until Friday. Or you have to turn in everything 2 days earlier if you're leaving to go to Myrtle or something. Oh, and we get our report cards tomorrow during homeroom. Hopefully I did better this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally got a watch! It's kind of a big deal, because I've needed one since forever for track. It's pink and I love it. I'll be wearing it all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm BEYOND ready for vacation to start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-3073680381155919085?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3073680381155919085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3073680381155919085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3073680381155919085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3073680381155919085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-suspension.html' title='In Suspension.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4159214920567847324</id><published>2008-04-09T21:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:51:46.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When Angels &amp; Serpents Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got back from a meet @ Mohonasen at around 8:30ish. I ran a 4x400m relay, and an 800m. I got 4th, out of like 20 distance runners, with 2:47 in the 800m. My coach told me to get below 2:50, since I don't normally run 800's, so I think I did pretty good. 1st in the relay, but I don't know the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Update: I got 72 for the relay. 3 seconds off my best time. I'm slightly annoyed about that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a 98 on the 30 week math test. I'm extremely happy about that. Report cards come out on Friday... More details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.O.D. came out with a new album yesterday. I like it so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture earlier at the track. I thought it was pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R_100skbQRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_H68JO_dBDU/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187430794466640146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R_100skbQRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_H68JO_dBDU/s320/untitled.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/6251839608484853384-4159214920567847324?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4159214920567847324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4159214920567847324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4159214920567847324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4159214920567847324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-angels-serpents-dance.html' title='When Angels &amp; Serpents Dance.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R_100skbQRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_H68JO_dBDU/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2454732037194895630</id><published>2008-04-07T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:42:09.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>My Favorite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R_qupEundsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ce1pbrK65VU/s1600-h/sarcasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186649941537683138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R_qupEundsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ce1pbrK65VU/s320/sarcasm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My old Rugby coach is one of the funniest guys I know. He has a whole bunch of quotes similar to this plastered all around his room. (See above the door, and also through the window, upper right.) This one is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-2454732037194895630?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2454732037194895630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2454732037194895630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2454732037194895630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2454732037194895630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite.html' title='My Favorite.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R_qupEundsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ce1pbrK65VU/s72-c/sarcasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5211724974770934839</id><published>2008-04-02T22:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:37:18.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I'm watching the Terminator 2. I should probably go to bed sometime soon. I have a meet tomorrow, the first meet, in Colonie I think. I'm packing a bunch of food, so that I don't starve before I get home, which won't be until around like, 7. I'm running the 4x400m and 4x100m relays. I was just going to run a regular 400m and a 200m, but my coach changed it today. I'm not really looking forward to the 4x100, since I'm better at longer races... But it should be fun. Speaking of track, yesterday it was in the 60's! It was so nice to run in for once without spandex and a sweatshirt and a hoodie, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I missed American idol tonight. I was so bummed that I missed it. I hope David did well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have this cyst thing on the palm of my left hand. Kind of below my ring finger. If you flipped my hand over, it would inbetween my middle and ring finger knuckles. I noticed it this morning, and I thought it was just like a vein or something, so I didn't think too much of it. (It's not huge, by the way. It's tiny, and you can only notice it if you feel it, or if you look hard enough.) I decided to go to the nurse after lunch, during science after some convincing that this wasn't completely normal. She said it was probably a ganglion cyst. Then she said if it doesn't go away in a week, I should get it checked out by my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;It's SO weird to feel. It's spongy, but firm and it doesn't move. Gross!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's about 30 minutes left of the movie, with 15 minutes of it being commercials. Why are commercials so long? Most of them are stupid, loud, and annoying anyway...&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5211724974770934839?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5211724974770934839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5211724974770934839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5211724974770934839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5211724974770934839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6818716883163287867</id><published>2008-03-31T21:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:41:25.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Long Day. Short Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To put it simply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the top of my right ear peirced! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my usb cord at Carolines. My iPod is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating pudding with whipped cream. I'm so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm excited tomorrow is going to be 62!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the Skillet &amp;amp; Thousand Foot Krutch concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertical/Nine12 was pretty great last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My hand is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really bug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a meet on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6818716883163287867?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6818716883163287867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6818716883163287867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6818716883163287867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6818716883163287867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-day-short-post.html' title='Long Day. Short Post.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4858436686128933390</id><published>2008-03-29T20:44:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:28:50.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My weekend so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183329180198598306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R-7ibUundqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8JG1KfrWqBA/s320/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry about the quality of the picture... It was taken on my cellphone since I don't have batteries for my camera. I bought some on Friday, but I bought triple A's instead of double A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened to me last night... I was at Paul's 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday party, which was very fun, and we all were in the middle of a snowball fight. Somewhere along the way I slipped and fell fairly hard on the palm of my right hand. (I scraped my left leg somehow as well. I got another pretty nasty bruise from that.) Four mothers, including two mothers that were nurses, said that I most likely sprained it. I couldn't move my thumb very much, only certain ways. It hurt, a lot! Put ice on it, take Advil, and if it's worse in the morning, get X-rays. That's pretty much what they all said.&lt;br /&gt;So I waited it out, and this morning my hand was perfectly fine, except for the bruising and swelling. I think it's kind of stupid, actually. All I got was pain, a little attention, and a bruise. That's not very interesting to me, practically boring. Next time, I'm going to break my hand or something a little more exciting. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an e-mail I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; earlier. It made me smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong&lt;br /&gt;e-mail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send a e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her e-mail address, and without realizing his error, sent the e-mail. Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston , a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her e-mail expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've Arrived&lt;br /&gt;Date: October 16, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send E-mails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing you then!&lt;br /&gt;Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sure is freaking hot down here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4858436686128933390?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4858436686128933390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4858436686128933390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4858436686128933390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4858436686128933390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-weekend-so-far.html' title='My weekend so far...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R-7ibUundqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8JG1KfrWqBA/s72-c/untitled5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5202770694101134033</id><published>2008-03-26T21:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:56:39.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Tales That Must Be Retold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been a crazy few days, that's for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonandnic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; just had a baby girl! I got a text from Jon at 4 a.m. saying how it's for real this time, so of course I couldn't go back to sleep. I was practically bouncing off the walls for the entire morning until finally he said the baby was born and in healthy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;condition&lt;/span&gt;. When I got to school I decided to see if there were any new events happening... That's when I first got it. The pop-up saying how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; couldn't connect to the server. I figured the server must be down, so I didn't think too much of it until about 2 hours from then in Global. My Global teacher is a computer geek, and sometimes uses the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; to teach our class, so I figured I'd ask him about what was going on with the server. He said that they were blocking the wireless connection, to stop teenagers like me from looking up porn on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; or something. I, of course, made a sarcastic remark of my own, that will not be repeated. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other stuff going on that I was going to write about... But I'm thinking it's just not worth my time, nor my emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;capacity&lt;/span&gt; to blog about right now. So I'll write about my upcoming weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow is an important day for track... So I can't skip this practice... Dang. =]&lt;br /&gt;- Friday is a half day, so I *might* be going to the Wises to see Abi in the afternoon, and going with them to Paul's birthday party. Then sleeping over and spending Saturday with Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;- Sunday is church, then Vertical/Nine12 is starting up! Should be interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5202770694101134033?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5202770694101134033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5202770694101134033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5202770694101134033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5202770694101134033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/tales-that-must-be-retold.html' title='Tales That Must Be Retold.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4556002693216946900</id><published>2008-03-24T15:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:57:00.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>About Me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My name is Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fifteen years of age.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sixteen in August.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;I'm your average teenager.&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually shy if you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;I love Mocha Frappachinos.&lt;br /&gt;My skin isn't perfect and my hair doesn't always go the right way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with myself; I'm not perfect, but I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind alot and believe me, it's annoying after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that I won't go anywhere in life, and that I'll end up disappointing everyone that has helped to make me who I have become.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on a missions trip across the world someday.&lt;br /&gt;Running is my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that I live under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that promises can be broken in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally realizing that saying sorry doesn't always fix things.&lt;br /&gt;I never give up on something I really want.&lt;br /&gt;I mess up everything important to me. I guess that's just apart of the learning process.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that even your best friends will eventually let you down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong, independent, and different.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come into my life thinking you are going to run it or change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Shannon,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to see the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4556002693216946900?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4556002693216946900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4556002693216946900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4556002693216946900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4556002693216946900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-me.html' title='About Me:'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1688651432401221099</id><published>2008-03-24T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:40:56.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Somethings In Life Are Unforgetable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last year I posted a blog about how much my life has changed over the past few Easters. This year I plan to do it again, just not as lengthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This year I, once again, went to the Clifton Park campus for the 2 services. I wore a dressy shirt and jeans. Nothing elabrate like last years outfit. The first service was packed! The second was full too. Actually, not really... But there were more people than normally though! Ha. After church my mom, sister, and I went to Starbucks. I, of course, bought a Mocha Frappachino. It's heaven in liquid form with whipped cream. No lie.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we went home and vegged for a few hours. Around 5, we ate our Turducken. It's Turkey, Duck, and Chicken... It mostly tasted like chicken, though. Then I went to the Wises to watch Star Wars... The Empire Strikes Back, I think it was called. But I really just wanted to see Ben. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rewinds, no second tries. Here's what has changed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went to Lift Camp over the summer. It did change my life, but for better or worse? I have yet to answer that question myself. So much stuff happend after that week, it's debatable if it was even worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, he and I did "break up" or however you would like to classify it. I'm over it. You should be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends of mine are moving back to Canada. I'm sad about that. They're amazing, and he was my mentor, but the upside is that I get to go and visit them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I pretty much survived 9th grade. I was so nervous at the beginning of the year, it's almost [but not quite] funny to look back on. I've settled into a core group of friends, and I'm comfortable. But I still have 3 months left... Anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I look back and read some of my blogs, I cringe. I truely hope my writing skills are better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last year, I was told that I was supposed to create my own student production team for Vertical/Nine12. Unfortunetly, that fell through after several events. I haven't thought about it since then. Now, pratically a year later, I've been asked to make one again. I have a little bit of mixed feelings about it, but I'm doing it anyway. It's kind of strange, though. I'm not nearly as nervous as I was last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've once again realized I have the most amazing friends. I've gained so many over the past year, I don't know where I would be without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those are probably the biggest changes in my life, I guess. If I remember something, I'll put it up.&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/6251839608484853384-1688651432401221099?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1688651432401221099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1688651432401221099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1688651432401221099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1688651432401221099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/somethings-in-life-are-unforgetable.html' title='Somethings In Life Are Unforgetable.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5165014398041459684</id><published>2008-03-22T23:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:03:15.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lets Spend Tonight on Top of the World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't blogged since Monday... I'm slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday/Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;- Remember that outline that I was supposed to write over the weekend? Well, I didn't really do it. I handed it in the next class after it was due, spending basically the entire night before on it. My teacher handed it back at the end of class, since we were watching To Kill a Mockingbird, and he said I would've gotten an "A" grade, &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; it was handed in on time. I got half credit. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;- I seriously almost cried in math. My math teacher... He's one of, if not the most sarcastic person I've ever met. But that's why I look forward to math now. Because he is so &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;. He picks on like, 3 or 4 specific people each class. It's usually the people that are obnoxious, and that's what makes it enjoyable. But Thursday, a friend of mine and I were having problems with understanding the homework. She sits to my direct left, and we trade advice when we don't understand something or whatever. We asked for help, maybe 4 or 5 times. That's not really that bad. But each time he came over, he'd make some stupid ass comment.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can usually take criticism in slight blows in public, heavier in private, like a one-on-one type of thing. I've never been made fun of that bad in my life in a classroom. I can't explain it here, because I wouldn't be able to tell it right, but I know my face was hot with embarrassment. He laid off after that though, because I think he saw me wipe my eyes. (I didn't cry, there was just moisture... Just to clear that up. =P)&lt;br /&gt;But the strange thing about this is, I was amused. This is why I think he's funny. He can be a complete jerk, don't get me wrong, but it's like... I don't know. It's kind of like what used to happen with a friend of mine, when he used to make fun of me. He used to (and still does) make me feel like a total retard at times, and a long time ago, he used to make me feel the same way my math teacher did... Haha, maybe I am just a retard. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday Night&lt;/u&gt;- Alicia &amp;amp; I met up with some peoples at Starbucks in Saratoga, for Cops and Robbers playing open-mic at Caffe Lena. (Sidenote- I LOVE Mocha Frappachinos.) We froze to death on our way to CVS to get batteries. It was like a mini tundra. I almost forgot the batteries at the counter too... So it would've made freezing to death pretty pointless. Ha. We walked to where they were playing, and they were unfortunetly one of the last people to pick when they wanted to play... So we stayed until the entire thing ended, which was like, 11:10 or sometime around then. They were pretty good. ;]&lt;br /&gt;Alicia's step-dad was late, so Alicia and I were standing outside, freezing our butts off, until I started dancing/singing to my music to keep warm... haha. I bet she had fun. I cannot sing for&lt;em&gt; anything&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday/Saturday&lt;/u&gt;- Went to the Easter Service at Clifton Park, which went really well. There was no graphics person, so at times I was running and/or stretching to the computer from the video board, which wasn't so fun. But finally Sammy took over the board, while I did graphics. I have never run graphics at Clifton Park for an actual service before and it was pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;After the service ended, I went over to Carolines for Sarah's party... They stayed up until about 12 or 1, while I was on Carolines laptop for a few hours after that, talking to Paul over aim... Even though he was across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire day just hanging out and such. We watched Enchanted, which we made fun of during the entire movie. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;After Sarah left, the Matula's and I went to the 6:30 service in Malta. I didn't stay, my mom picked me up. Once I got home, I passed out on my bed for a few hours... And I just woke up at 10. It's going to be a very long night for me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R-XX9UundoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O_IzB6dtchs/s1600-h/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180784394895849090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R-XX9UundoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O_IzB6dtchs/s320/IMG_0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on putting up an Easter post sometime tomorrow or Monday. So look forward to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5165014398041459684?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5165014398041459684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5165014398041459684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5165014398041459684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5165014398041459684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-spend-tonight-on-top-of-world.html' title='Lets Spend Tonight on Top of the World.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R-XX9UundoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O_IzB6dtchs/s72-c/IMG_0965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7142288265262169173</id><published>2008-03-17T22:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:27:53.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was one of my longer days. The ones that seem to drag on, and it doesn't look like there is an end in sight. But that's a Monday for you, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for track, we all wore green. To be festive, yes, but to get free ice cream at Stewart's as well. It was overall an easy workout (several laps around the track), and most of us ran about a mile to Stewart's afterwards. Once I got inside, I completely defrosted. It was so nice and warm in there. We were there for what seemed like 20 minutes waiting for a bowl of ice cream. Once we got it, the place was so packed that some of us decided to go outside and eat. So we went outside, and for some reason it was incredibly windy now and it seemed to have dropped 10 degrees. 20 degrees if you weren't standing in the sun. I'm pretty sure I froze my butt off. Holy crap it was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;freaking &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt; on the way back. I was shivering the majority of the time until I got my blood circulating again. The ice cream was good, so it made the trip worth it, but I'm not entirely sure i'm going to run there next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7142288265262169173?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7142288265262169173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7142288265262169173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7142288265262169173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7142288265262169173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patricks Day!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-489279836710488243</id><published>2008-03-15T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:13:10.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just got back from an interview from the job that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-winter-break-and-i-and-rest-of-ny.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blogged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; about before. It went pretty well, I think. She's going to give me call... I'm excited! I hope I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is church, then probably goin to Jon and Nic's for a little bit, if Nic doesn't go into labor by then. After that, I have to write an outline for English... Fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-489279836710488243?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/489279836710488243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=489279836710488243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/489279836710488243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/489279836710488243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4133249318263281015</id><published>2008-03-12T22:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:24:18.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Pointless Late Night Rambling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The whole Spitzer scandle is starting to bug me. It was going to catch up to him eventually. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta is pretty amazing. Even though he stumbled in the beginning of his song... Twice.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream a few days ago that I was on American Idol, on stage, right about to sing something... I took a calming breath, knowing and feeling confident. I hear Ryan Seacrest indruduce me in. The music starts playing, and all of a sudden my mind just goes completely blank. I stood there like a complete retard while the music played on... I don't remember anything else, but it couldnt have been anything good! Haha, talk about embarrassing. I wonder what they would do if something like that did ever occur on live television...&lt;br /&gt;(Side Note: I cannot sing, at ALL. Just sayin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new music. Anyone heard anything good lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left-brain oriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading To Kill A Mocking Bird, (for english) and its not as horrible as some people said it was. Of course, the majority of people that said it was extremely boring are people that don't like to read. Which, I don't understand at all. How do people not like to read???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's boyfriend (aka: Kayla's cousin) is coming to school on Friday!!! Just thought I would mention that, since they read this blog. Heh. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4133249318263281015?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4133249318263281015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4133249318263281015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4133249318263281015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4133249318263281015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/pointless-late-night-rambling.html' title='Pointless Late Night Rambling...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-383122644328104716</id><published>2008-03-11T18:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:09:04.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>The Unknown Continues Biding Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Choices? Opinions? Yea, I can't seem to make any lately. Ask me about what I think about the politians, and I'll tell you. Ask why, and you won't get too much from me. Ask me what I want to do when I graduate from high school, and the automatic answer is college. What for? I've been turning over some ideas in my head, but I haven't taken any of it as what I actually want to &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;. It's really starting to bug me. A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some I've been thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photography&lt;/u&gt;- Of course, right? I love taking pictures and trying to get a good angle and all that other fun stuff. But the thing is, I know people my age that like photography that are &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; good. Plus, I really kind of need a better camera. &amp;amp; A newer version of photoshop wouldn't hurt either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weather&lt;/u&gt;- Have you ever watched storm chasers on the weather channel or have seen the movie, The Day After Tomorrow? It absolutely fascinates me! It's just like, wow. Of course, I'm not really a big fan of science, but I think I would enjoy it... Maybe. Plus it ties into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surfersvillage.com/gal/pictures/StormCloud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missions work&lt;/u&gt;- Yes, I know its expensive but it seems incredibly worth it. I know people that are in (or going to go to) places around the world, and I wish I was with one of them now, or when they go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Criminology&lt;/u&gt;- It's one of my newer idea's. I came up with this from watching CSI. I watch all the CSI's, and I've already figured out that it's much different in real life than on a set... But it still seems pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, just some idea's I guess. I'm not sure at all about any of these. Ugh, I wish I could just know. I'm jealous of those that knew early what they wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-383122644328104716?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/383122644328104716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=383122644328104716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/383122644328104716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/383122644328104716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/unknown-continues-biding-time.html' title='The Unknown Continues Biding Time.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2451848558129143385</id><published>2008-03-07T22:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:35:21.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Like We're Running Crazy 8's Around The Track...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sore from the stomach, down. I started Outdoor Track, and I guess this is what I get for not running for a month, and probably from walking to school on Thursday. Yep, it was my first time walking to school, and thank God it was a nice day...&lt;br /&gt;I was struggling to walk up the icy driveway to the road and I was, give or take, 5 feet from the road, at 6:55 with my sister a few feet behind me. Now, my bus driver is the nicest old man you'll ever meet. He'll actually stop (not slow down a little and then keep going) for you, and wait if he see's you coming. Even on Route 50! So I was shocked when he blazed past us... I assumed it was a sub. Since it's illegal to cross 50, we made our way back to the house to tell our mother the unfortunate news. She said what she always says when we miss the bus, "Well you should've gotten out there earlier..." But I wasn't expecting the, "I'm not bringing you to school. You can walk or stay home."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've only missed the bus once this entire year. That's something a parent says after 4 days in a row of missed busses. She actually had this super important meeting she had to go to... But still. So after going through my limited options of staying home with a sister I can barely stand and watching CSI for the next 6 hours, I chose to walk. I knew fully well that I would get a few weird looks, and that I'd be walking at least 2 miles. In all honesty, I didn't really care. It's better than staying home all day, and I would've missed square dancing!! ;]&lt;br /&gt;Besides a few blisters on my right foot, and my butt being sore, (I slipped on some ice... No one was around, &lt;em&gt;thankfully&lt;/em&gt;) I lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part of this story is that my bus driver actually saw that we were there and turned around and went back to pick us up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm mostly cleaning my room, which I am in desperate need of doing...&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, I go to the hospital. I doubt I'd be able to go anyway, but I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-2451848558129143385?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2451848558129143385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2451848558129143385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2451848558129143385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2451848558129143385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-like-were-running-crazy-8s-around.html' title='It&apos;s Like We&apos;re Running Crazy 8&apos;s Around The Track...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1045029979494754886</id><published>2008-03-06T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:03:08.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R9CkeINZw3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/uXZ0bM5GrmU/s1600-h/photoshops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174816809355428722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R9CkeINZw3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/uXZ0bM5GrmU/s320/photoshops.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found this, originally from &lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site, and it made me smile. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Update tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1045029979494754886?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1045029979494754886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1045029979494754886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1045029979494754886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1045029979494754886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R9CkeINZw3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/uXZ0bM5GrmU/s72-c/photoshops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4467284686568579631</id><published>2008-03-04T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:33:49.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't done this in awhile, I feel like updating...&lt;br /&gt;My top 5 favorite bands. (For right now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kill Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MuteMath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4467284686568579631?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4467284686568579631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4467284686568579631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4467284686568579631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4467284686568579631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-because.html' title='Just Because...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-379959927125459003</id><published>2008-03-01T21:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:35:21.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Pics From Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oQOsfDKxI/AAAAAAAAADk/lJ9n2qrY8Zk/s1600-h/VPT+%26+Co.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oQOsfDKxI/AAAAAAAAADk/lJ9n2qrY8Zk/s320/VPT+%26+Co.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172964966634040082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oQCsfDKwI/AAAAAAAAADc/zvKKlZtuBO4/s1600-h/Me,+Ben,+%26+Nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oQCsfDKwI/AAAAAAAAADc/zvKKlZtuBO4/s320/Me,+Ben,+%26+Nic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172964760475609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oP7MfDKvI/AAAAAAAAADU/eTNHLh6g7Xc/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oP7MfDKvI/AAAAAAAAADU/eTNHLh6g7Xc/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172964631626590962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oPasfDKuI/AAAAAAAAADM/xp-Q8mW-530/s1600-h/blaj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oPasfDKuI/AAAAAAAAADM/xp-Q8mW-530/s320/blaj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172964073280842466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more pictures from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/?saved=1"&gt;last night&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-379959927125459003?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/379959927125459003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=379959927125459003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/379959927125459003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/379959927125459003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-pics-from-last-night.html' title='New Pics From Last Night'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R8oQOsfDKxI/AAAAAAAAADk/lJ9n2qrY8Zk/s72-c/VPT+%26+Co.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7239737809368821772</id><published>2008-03-01T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:35:29.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On myspace, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/runnr4life"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Addme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure haven't missed this (It's already happened &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; times!!!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry! an unexpected error has occurred. This error has been forwarded to MySpace's technical group.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7239737809368821772?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7239737809368821772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7239737809368821772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7239737809368821772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7239737809368821772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1078833624171630300</id><published>2008-02-28T20:46:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:35:29.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>A Twist In My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think 3rd quarter is the worst out of the 4. I have a DBQ (Document-Based Questions for you Canadians that don't know) for Global about the Islamic Empire, Byzantine Empire and the Tang &amp;amp; Song Chinese Dynasty Golden Ages, a research paper, and about a gazillion tests. Plus it's the teetering point that winter slowly disinegrates into the long, rainy, and drawn out process of spring. I'm all for warmer weather, but it's the whole getting there that I don't like. Today for example, it was like 5 degrees with the wind chill. Now this time next week it's going to be around 50, then it's just going to get freezing again. It's torture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm thinking about applying to Word of Life to be Staff over the summer (June 28th {or so, it's whenever I get out of school} till August 9th {I still want a birthday party while my cousins are in town!}. I went to Word of Life Ranch several years ago, and I pretty much loved it. But I don't have any idea what the age requirement is, so I'm supposed to be getting an e-mail sometime tomorrow or the next day. Like I said, I'm just thinking about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Oh, If anyone doesn't know what Word of Life is, it's a Christian Bible Camp from 6 year olds to 18 year olds. The Ranch is for 1st - 6th graders. The Island is for 7th - 12th graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: CHUCK E. CHEESE with VPT! Haha, I can't wait. ;]&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Babysitting my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: UNITED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm watching American Idols elimination round and David A. is so going to win, and by&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I might confidently add. He's the best out of the guys, and I have yet heard any girls that were anything special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Update:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;The minimum age is 14. So I think I'm going to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1078833624171630300?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1078833624171630300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1078833624171630300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1078833624171630300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1078833624171630300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/twist-in-my-story.html' title='A Twist In My Story'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3739517194152157823</id><published>2008-02-25T15:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:35:29.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You Dismantle Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a few things I've learned over the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Girls like sending pictures to guys? For whatever reason, I still&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;do not understand why. The repercussions of that action should be enough for anyone to think twice... Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anberlin is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Forever 21 and H&amp;amp;M are some pretty awesome stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some incredible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://backingwinds.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-26th-chase.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Something is wrong with my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm ridiculously SMALL compared to the size of the universe. If the universe is the widthspand of God's hand... Why does He even care about teeny tiny me? It's just like... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-3739517194152157823?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3739517194152157823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3739517194152157823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3739517194152157823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3739517194152157823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-dismantle-me.html' title='You Dismantle Me'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-795936152606830525</id><published>2008-02-21T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:34:59.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Lunar Eclipse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R72dSchy6vI/AAAAAAAAADE/LhPcm_gBpnk/s1600-h/IMG_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169460887512345330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R72dSchy6vI/AAAAAAAAADE/LhPcm_gBpnk/s320/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;em&gt;Click to Enlarge&lt;/em&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stayed up to get a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; of the lunar eclipse last night. It was the best that I could do with my camera. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm pretty much doing nothing, so if you want to do something don't be afraid to call! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-795936152606830525?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/795936152606830525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=795936152606830525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/795936152606830525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/795936152606830525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunar-eclipse.html' title='Lunar Eclipse!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R72dSchy6vI/AAAAAAAAADE/LhPcm_gBpnk/s72-c/IMG_0441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2116081937849460872</id><published>2008-02-20T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:43:02.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Stuff and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's winter break and I-and the rest of NY-have a week off from school. It's extremely boring, which is why I applied for a job today... Now it's only a matter of them calling me back. I need a job for just 1 reason. I really need the money. I need a car, and everything else that comes with a car. i.e. - insurance, gas money, blahblahblah. Plus, I'm supposed to pay for half of what it costs to go to camp this year, about 300 dollars for Lift, &amp;amp; if I want to go anywhere else this summer, I have to pay for it too. Or at least half of it... Anyone need a babysitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess I'll recap about Sunday because I went to another youth group, which I have not done in years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I went with Kayla and a few of our friends went to her youth group. It wasn't their normal youth group, because they had another church with them, but still... It was like a breath of fresh air, no lie. It was more low-key, less hectic, and much smaller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After being with Northway for 3-4 years, that's the exact opposite of what I've been accustomed too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the allowed hangout time, we watched a few homemade videos and then we were given 4 groups to choose from. Evangelism, Drama, Band, or Art. (I chose Evangelism because, unfortunetly, I hold no talent in music, acting, or anything to do with drawing. I'm not too good in the public speaking area either, but it's not as bad as the other 3.) Kayla and the rest of the crew came with me, as with 20 other people, and we met the leader of the group and his name is Chris. He's pretty awesome. Plus, he's the guy that does all the videos, so Kayla and I are going to be in the next video. ;] But it was informing and interesting to learn more about evangelism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was cool to see and be apart of another youth group. To be an "outsider" where no one knew me for once instead of being apart of the group and most everyone knowing me. It definitely made me think about the perspective of a newcomer to UNITED. (And I'm going with Kayla again this Sunday! =])&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/6251839608484853384-2116081937849460872?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2116081937849460872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2116081937849460872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2116081937849460872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2116081937849460872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-winter-break-and-i-and-rest-of-ny.html' title='Stuff and Such'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-2493099441167887140</id><published>2008-02-15T21:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:12:47.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>United Serves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R7ZOrshy6sI/AAAAAAAAACs/D9USXzCKENk/s1600-h/IMG_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167404135048473282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R7ZOrshy6sI/AAAAAAAAACs/D9USXzCKENk/s320/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight a bunch of us helped out the facilities team at the Malta campus for a few hours, and it was a lot of work... But it was so much fun. It was really nice to see -most- everyone again. Formerly known as Nine12 Serves, we basically just help out wherever we're needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23663141@N08/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, so check them out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After we cleaned we went to taco bell and hung out there for a bit, then Alicia dropped me off at my house... By the way, she get's to go to Hawaii this week. I'm SO jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can't wait for next month! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry it's such a short post, but I'm tired and I want to go to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-2493099441167887140?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2493099441167887140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=2493099441167887140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2493099441167887140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/2493099441167887140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/united-serves.html' title='United Serves!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R7ZOrshy6sI/AAAAAAAAACs/D9USXzCKENk/s72-c/IMG_0344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5344935206334626498</id><published>2008-02-13T12:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:51:08.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love American Idol, so it's probably a little early to be picking my favorite since we're only in Hollywood...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=10qi0WSZeT0"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/a&gt;!!!! He's freakin adorable and I want him to win. I've liked him since the auditions in San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 hahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5344935206334626498?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5344935206334626498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5344935206334626498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5344935206334626498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5344935206334626498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5032740805443557210</id><published>2008-02-13T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Secret Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another snow day! Last year around this time, we had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/02/snow-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;snow day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; too... And I started blogging on Valentines day! It would be my 1 year marker... If I blogged for an entire year.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lack of anything else to blog about, I'll blog about what's going on for the rest of the week, in whatever order I think of first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nascar! I love Nascar. Sunday is the Daytona 500, and I'm pumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course, Valentines day. It's always a nice little reminder - for people that don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend - that you're still single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Possibly Movies/mall with Kayla and Mary on Saturday, so I can meet Marys boyfriend!! Plus I want to see Step Up 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday I'm going to both services, so say hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found these two bands that I am loving right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We the Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Making April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simple Plan &amp;amp; Natasha Bedingfeild came out with new albums too, and I think they're alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/6251839608484853384-5032740805443557210?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5032740805443557210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5032740805443557210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5032740805443557210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5032740805443557210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/secret-valentine.html' title='Secret Valentine'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1457751202136794119</id><published>2008-02-08T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:27:20.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my-expressions.com/up_media/75/pblog/126/1148345951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://my-expressions.com/up_media/75/pblog/126/1148345951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Most anyone that knows me knows that I really like photography. I'm pretty obsessive about it, even if I don't say anything. I usually think to myself, 'If only I had my camera... That'd be an awesome picture...' because I don't carry it with me, and I mentally kick myself for not doing so. If I see a good opportunity to go outside and take some pictures, I'll do it, but not very often. {I don't like the cold.} Sometimes I wish I could go and take my car and go for a drive and take pictures... But {for now} that's only a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago, I decided to go outside and take some pictures. They're decent {for a canon powershot} I wouldn't say amazing. Maybe someday when I have a little bit more self-confidence, I'll show them... There is this course, called 'Digital and Technical Photography' that I really, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to take next year. I hope I'll be able to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://apparentlynothing.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; randomly, and I absolutely love her photography and her editing. Go to 'Archives' to see more of her pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1457751202136794119?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1457751202136794119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1457751202136794119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1457751202136794119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1457751202136794119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3651820808487099015</id><published>2008-02-04T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T06:45:52.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Superbowl Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dprQVQ3wOU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dprQVQ3wOU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought this video was so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other funny ones - with the guy flying out of the mouse hole in the doritos commercial, and the talking baby - but I didn't find any that were really funny. I laughed so hard when I saw this though...&lt;/span&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/6251839608484853384-3651820808487099015?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3651820808487099015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3651820808487099015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3651820808487099015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3651820808487099015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-favorite-superbowl-commercial.html' title='My Favorite Superbowl Commercial'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-152193769437412251</id><published>2008-02-04T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Fun Few Days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the United/Superbowl Party. I had the best time, like I do every United.&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah and I screaming pointlessly at the screen when the Patriots got an interception, or when they got a touchdown, to Caroline, Sarah and I making a video while sucking helium out of balloons. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for gym, most of us thought we were going swimming - including me - because we were told that last class. Apparently, we heard incorrectly because we went bowling. I really hate carrying my swimming stuff to and from school. Anyway, we got to the bowling alley and then a friend of mine, Mary comes up to me and asks, "So... What are we going to do? We don't have socks."&lt;br /&gt;I looked down. She was right, we both were wearing &lt;a href="http://miscellaneousimages1.colony1.net/8302/bow%20tie%20black%20ballet%20flats.jpg"&gt;flats&lt;/a&gt;. I cringed at the thought of going sockless in bowling shoes. So we tried talking to our gym teacher, and the guy handing out shoes, but were shut down with two "You &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wear the shoes."&lt;br /&gt;Our gym teacher told us that this girl last block came up with the idea of putting toilet paper in the bottom of the shoes...&lt;br /&gt;That was exactly what we did. Mary was absolutely disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather lick a toilet seat than do this."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was a long 60 minutes. It was bad taking off the shoes, because the toilet paper stuck to our feet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-152193769437412251?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/152193769437412251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=152193769437412251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/152193769437412251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/152193769437412251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/never.html' title='Fun Few Days'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7813951822687784993</id><published>2008-02-03T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:39:45.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Superbowl 42 Champs</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy the giants won!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on blogging tomorrow, when i'm not completely exauhsted...&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7813951822687784993?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7813951822687784993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7813951822687784993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7813951822687784993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7813951822687784993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-42-champs.html' title='Superbowl 42 Champs'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3592005761020473869</id><published>2008-02-01T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's February!</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:30 to get ready for school, and a little bit later (around 6:15) I turn on the tv to make sure that we did have school because of an impending monster icestorm.  There were no delays or closings. So I continue my routine and at 6:50 (5 minutes before my bus is supposed to arrive) my sister screams upstairs, "No school!!"&lt;br /&gt;She got a text from one of her friends... If it wasn't for her friend, we would've been standing outside for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's the point of getting ready to go somewhere if you're stuck home all day?&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;They waited for the last possible minute to announce that we had no school... Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-3592005761020473869?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3592005761020473869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3592005761020473869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3592005761020473869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3592005761020473869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-february.html' title='It&apos;s February!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-62043463407469748</id><published>2008-01-29T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:03:59.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Just a good day.</title><content type='html'>Today I had a really good day. It's nice when things click and when a day goes smoothly for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you recieve a few special surprises.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-62043463407469748?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/62043463407469748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=62043463407469748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/62043463407469748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/62043463407469748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-good-day.html' title='Just a good day.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8417735985248389355</id><published>2008-01-22T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Blogging from my iPod.</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to blog from my iPod touch! It took me a week, but it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to get verizon online, which I'm not compaining about, because with aol I wasn't able to use the Internet on this. The only downfall is that they also got parental controls. I cannot go anywhere without their password, and that means they know everwhere and everything I'm going/doing. Now, I have nothing to hide, but I would like a little bit of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today I had to go back to school and it wasn't as horrible as I thought it was going to be, except for 4th block. That was as horrible as I expected it to be. Today was the start of second semester, and I only had one small schedule change, compared to what most people I know had. I now have ais math. Oh Joy. I had it three years ago and it did nothing for me, so what makes them think its going to miraculously bring my grade up from an 80 to a 95 now? It's pretty stupid and a huge waste of my time, if you ask me. I've already talked to my guidence counslor about this a few weeks ago, but I think he just doesn't want to go through the hassle of changing my schedule. Even if he does pull me out of ais, I'm still screwed with another study hall because it's too late to put me into anything useful...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm trying to get a bunch of people to go and hang out at the mall and maybe see a movie on Friday @ Wilton. If you want to hang out, call me and we can meet up. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update: Why the date says January 22 is beyond me... I actually posted this on the 28th.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8417735985248389355?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8417735985248389355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8417735985248389355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8417735985248389355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8417735985248389355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogging-from-my-ipod.html' title='Blogging from my iPod.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6342956733598411833</id><published>2008-01-20T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Track Meet @ RPI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R5QnMZ6McNI/AAAAAAAAABw/1gRYsVdkJxM/s1600-h/0120081224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157790567312945362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R5QnMZ6McNI/AAAAAAAAABw/1gRYsVdkJxM/s320/0120081224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday I had to wake up at an unheard of 6a.m. to go to a meet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RPI&lt;/span&gt;, that lasted a very long 6 hours. I ran a 300m, 600m, &amp;amp; a 4 by 4 that I was dragged into last minute. I don't know what my times are yet, but hopefully they're decent!&lt;br /&gt;From left to right in the top picture: Katie, Jessie, Sky, Christine &amp;amp; me. They're pretty much awesome. This was during the guys 4 by 4, the very last race of the meet.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Paul a couple times too!&lt;br /&gt;The bottom picture: Kayla &amp;amp; I flexing. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795686913962226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R5Qr2Z6McPI/AAAAAAAAACA/Y5A4qyeEbUQ/s320/0120081119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm planning on sleeping in until like, 10:30 or whenever. I don't have anything to do all day, so make plans with me!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I have to make up a swimming gym class because I missed one last week. I'm not really looking forward to it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also changed the template of the blog. The other one was kind of old - and there aren't very many to choose from - so I hope you like it! I want to try to eventually get this off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;, but first I want to prove to myself that I can blog faithfully for over six months to even begin to even think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6342956733598411833?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6342956733598411833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6342956733598411833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6342956733598411833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6342956733598411833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/track-meet-rpi.html' title='Track Meet @ RPI'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/R5QnMZ6McNI/AAAAAAAAABw/1gRYsVdkJxM/s72-c/0120081224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8834027674875836351</id><published>2008-01-20T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:17:43.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Giants VS Patriots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hot-props.com/images/super-bowl-xlii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hot-props.com/images/super-bowl-xlii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yep! Giants won against the Packers, and I cannot wait until Febuary 3rd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Giants&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8834027674875836351?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8834027674875836351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8834027674875836351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8834027674875836351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8834027674875836351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/giants-vs-patriots.html' title='Giants VS Patriots'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4049013063135223537</id><published>2008-01-18T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Church Hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tests are over, for me anyway, and I now have an entire week off. I'm happy, because now I can catch up on sleep again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there is this little prayer group called "Spartans for Christ" that meets every Monday in Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mody's&lt;/span&gt; room. I've been apart of this group for a few months now, and I really like the people that are apart of it. It started sometime in mid-October, and once I heard about it, I started going I think after only a few weeks. It's inexpressibly nice to know that there are other Christians that have my back.&lt;br /&gt;We've done a few projects within the school, but we've been limited to a few things because we need around a good solid 20 people to start coming regularly. Right now there is only about 11 or 12 or so, which is pretty decent. One of the projects we're thinking about doing is going to each others youth group, or church hopping. I really like this idea for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. I would love to see other youth groups. I haven't been to another in several years.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northwaychurch.tv/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Northway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is above and beyond traditional churches, and I love bringing people (and seeing their expressions.) No matter how much I may disagree with a few things, it's been my home for 3 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't wait till we actually carry out this little project, and I can't wait for more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4049013063135223537?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4049013063135223537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4049013063135223537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4049013063135223537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4049013063135223537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/church-hopping.html' title='Church Hopping'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7759883070869725439</id><published>2008-01-14T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Mid-Terms &amp; "Pre-Regents"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yep. We're halfway through the year, and how do they reward us? Tests!&lt;br /&gt;Figures, right?&lt;br /&gt;Here's my schedule for the rest of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;2nd Block: Huge Global Test... Besides that, a Normal Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;1st Block: English Mid-Term (Easyyy)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Block: Global again (No test though)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Block: Gym (Swimming for over an hour. Yeah baby.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;1st Block: French Mid-Term (Cake)&lt;br /&gt;2nd Block: Keyboarding Mid-Term (Ridiculous, I think)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Block: Science "Regents" (GAH) It's not counting as a "Regent Exam", but it's a test that my teacher made, and it's in the style like a regents exam. She calls it "Pre-Regents". Still kind of intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: (Half Day)&lt;br /&gt;1st Block: Math&lt;br /&gt;2nd Block: Study Hall (Gay, I'm trying to switch that class for Art 2D or something. Anything could be better than wasting your time and credits in an 100 minute &lt;em&gt;Study Hall&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those classes are about 100 minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;Blocks are pretty much the order my classes are in. It should be self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;My science teacher gave me this site to prep for the "regents", and I guess it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regentsprep.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.regentsprep.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, last night was United, and it was quite fun. I had a blast. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7759883070869725439?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7759883070869725439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7759883070869725439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7759883070869725439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7759883070869725439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/mid-terms-regents.html' title='Mid-Terms &amp; &quot;Pre-Regents&quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7956455863580533080</id><published>2008-01-11T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:37:42.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Music &amp; Other Subject Matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since I've gotten a new iPod, I've been listening to pretty much the same stuff I listened to last year.&lt;br /&gt;Anberlin, FF5, Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves, Cartel, TFK, Kutless, Flyleaf and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;They all aren't the same songs. New albums have come out, or I just discovered they have older ones that I didn't know about. But the majority of my songs are rock/alternative with a little bit of pop randomly mixed within.&lt;br /&gt;I've found good artists like Graham Colton, and Landon Pigg. But both kind of edge toward the softer side of the Pop genre. (Actually, Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg is so mellow, I actually fall asleep listening to it. It used to be the Symphony of Blase by Anberlin that put me to sleep.) I'm kind of picky in what I listen to. It can't be screamo, metal, or anything that I can't understand, or anything too vulgar or explicit like most rap. I like some r&amp;amp;b or whatever, but I've yet to find anyone besides Rihanna that I like. I have yet to find out what SKA is all about.&lt;br /&gt;I, obviously, like rock/alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I've been buying my songs this year. I haven't used Caroline's or Jon's music, and comparatively, I'm seriously lacking in the variety of my music. I can't even remember half of the artists I had last time. Except some bands that are a far cry from today's music, like Rage of the Machine, or Stryper. Regardless, I still owe them for the bands I know and listen to today. Plus my dad (and a few others), because he's the one that got me listening to Linkin Park. I probably wouldn't be listening to rock if it wasn't for him.&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone has any new music they'd like to share with me, that would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, this coming week is Mid-Terms/Regents for me, so I'll probably be studying whenever I can get the time in, or doing anything I can so that I can pass Science, and get higher than an 80 this quarter in Math.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7956455863580533080?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7956455863580533080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7956455863580533080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7956455863580533080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7956455863580533080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-other-subject-matters.html' title='Music &amp; Other Subject Matters.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6051702752532972801</id><published>2008-01-07T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Has it seriously been since MAY since I've last posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have some catching up to do, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Since I cannot possibly blog about my life since May{?!}, I'm just going to start with the biggest event of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our first day in gym that we were supposed to go swimming. Me and the rest of my class being freshman, we've never swam for gym before, and everyone knows how clean our school pool is. &lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt;. I have gym 3rd block, which is right after my lunch, but almost at the end of the day. I feel horrible for anyone that has gym 1st block.&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say is, that it was really, really, really cold, and anyone that can swim for a sport, I give kudos to.&lt;br /&gt;I also played with my iTouch toward the end of 4th block, and I found out something that I'm not at liberty to say here, but I probably could of lived my whole life without knowing. My curiosity always gets the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't think I'm going to be able to post everyday, because of track, but I'll try when I get the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6051702752532972801?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6051702752532972801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6051702752532972801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6051702752532972801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6051702752532972801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5817473488669107779</id><published>2007-05-21T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Nervous!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so this weekend has been fun!&lt;br /&gt;Although I only want to blog about Sunday, because I can, and this is my blog. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I do every Sunday, I worked the two services which went fairly well. I still have issues with songs on the key, and having to come up with telling the camera people what to do in split second thoughts...So THAT didn't go too well, but the services over all did. Thankfully we only did the Happy Girl song in the 1st service, not in the second. =P After the services I went with Nic and Ben, with my mom and sister following in the other car, to IHOP, to meet up with the rest of the crew. We ate pancakes, duhhh. Although some losers didn't...heh. When most of us were done and stuffed with carbs, we headed back to CP church, and then played sardines and hide and seek for a bit, and played capture the flag as well. After all that lovely stuff, we did this game that I have no idea what it was called, but we had to pick someone in the group, and tell them how they encouraged us or something like that. I thought it was pretty neat. Then we had bible study, and quite honestly, I can't really remember anything except for Jon reading a letter he wrote to Brian about his year in youth ministry, what he's learned and stuff, then him talking to us about NYC, then him explaining that CP is going to have it's own Vertical/Nine12. Which I already knew since like, January, but it hasn't been official, ever. But...It still doesn't have a date to start either, but I mean, I already knew that when it opens, I'm going to have to be there to help out. No one ever had to ask me to go, I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;After that was over, we played another fun round of sardines. Then I stood at the windows after everyone left, and waited for Jon to lock up and such with Nic. I went to their house, and walked down their "driveway" with Jon to feed their new duckies they have while he was explaining stuff to me. It wasn't till after we fed the ducks, and walked all the way back, sat down on some VERY stiff chairs, then I started getting it. He started talking about CP, and vertical production team and getting up, and "GOing". THEN he told me that I was supposed to lead, and create my own vertical production team for CP...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did like a double take. I think my jaw dropped too. I'm pretty sure my voice went up a few notches as well when I said, WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop there, because I don't really want to go into it anymore, but like, 50 billion things were in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;What if they have vertical in Malta the same night as CP does? Will I get to see anyone from there anymore? I can't do this! What happens if I don't know what to do, or if I freeze or something. What if I fail at this? What if I don't find anyone to be on the team? What do I do if [or when] I screw up? What if they don't respect me? I am only 14 [15 in august] y'know, I'm not some 27 [almost] year old guy that knows what he's doing, and has about 89798745345235643 times more leading experience as me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm quite nervous about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5817473488669107779?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5817473488669107779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5817473488669107779&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5817473488669107779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5817473488669107779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-so-this-weekend-has-been-fun.html' title='Nervous!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-9000950872253418975</id><published>2007-05-10T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:34:40.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Blueee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I started writing this earlier this afternoon, right after I got off the bus, and put my dogs out to do their business. It took from about 2:45 to 4:15. I was bored, and I like being outside. I've never just sat down, watched, listened, and written before. It was some-what relaxing. It's not really well written, or exciting for that matter. I just jotted down &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of stuff. Well here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here writing this, I see the brilliant blue sky all around. Slowly fading as navy blue/dark gray storm clouds that start to cover it from the southwest. No sun. Layers and layers of clouds. I feel a breeze against me. It pushes a storm closer. I see the trees sway with the breeze, with a random bug flying across my face. More clouds. It gets darker. I feel the occasional raindrop here and there. I close my eyes for a few minutes, just to listen. Chirping of little birds. Crows farther off. The heavy panting of my scared little dog. Passing of cars, trucks and motorcycles. The soft, threatening, rumbles of thunder in the distance. Soon to be over head, I predict. I open my eyes. Darker. A bumble bee whizzes by, as a jet overhead screams across the sky. I hear no more birds, besides a squeaky chirp here and there. A squirrel sprints by. I look up. I see a bird fly overhead. I examine the newest buds on a tree. A bright flash. 15 seconds go by. Thunder. Right overhead. [I brought my dogs in at this time.] The wind picks up some more, but not that much. A dandelion seed? I do not know, but it's white, and in its glory as it slowly, then faster, glides to the earth. Another flash. 14 seconds pass. Rumbles in the sky, more to the south now. But no less threatening. I leaned back. I screamed. I flicked an ant off my arm. Ew. More birds chirping. Another flash and more rumbles. It's more to the west now. The wind picked up. The rain drops are getting bigger, but more or less frequent? I couldn't tell you. 2 crows flew by. Now I sit frozen solid, as a bumble bee flies by casually. I relax now, as it goes away. Another ant. The world got brighter. The clouds are thinning to the south. Though no blue in the north anymore. Cars go by. Silence. Another car. Sometimes I wish there was someplace I could without man made noise. Just to sit, watch and listen. Thunder. It came somewhere from the distant west, and became louder. Rain. Now the drops are heavy enough to make a dot on my stone porch. Becoming more frequent. No wind...Silence. Now wind. Gusty. A honking car. Someone yells. I look to the sky. Pale yellow to the northwest. Rain. It's sprinkling now. Cold. A quick cold needle, as though a prick to the arms and legs. Huge thunder. 2 actually. 1st in the far west, then another, closer, but in the east. A fly buzzing around my legs. 2 red squirrels chasing each other on a tree branch. More thunder. Weird formation of clouds. A thick streak of white, contrasts the now dark royal blue/dark gray sky. Thunder. Rain has let up for now. Flash. 11 seconds. The roll of thunder goes on for like, 10 seconds. Making its way from the east, to over my head, to the west. More thunder. Birds chirping. 2 red robins in the distance. Rain drops. Thick, heavy, cold raindrops now becoming more and more frequent. Faster. I try to shield my paper. The thick White streak, now just a small hot dog shaped cloud. Floating. Cold rain drops. Another jet. Another Red robin flies across the yard. Rain stops again. The temperature is going down. Was 80, now 75. Blue sky! To the east. Thunder. Not very loud. Rain. Sprinkling. Never mind. It's raining pretty good now. Thunder to the south. Blue sky slowly being swallowed by dark gray clouds. White. Blinding white clouds mixed with gray to the northeast. A Bee flies by my ear. Thunder to the west. Spots of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later...[I had to eat sometime. I would've starved =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue. Brilliant Blue. Sun, still hidden but reflecting off of the little white careless floating clouds. Bees. Chirping. Still the random thunder. I doubt we'll get anything for a few more hours anyway. Blue. I love the color of the sky. Thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i46/Shannon12101/img_0052.jpg?t=1178841817"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i46/Shannon12101/img_0052.jpg?t=1178841817" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Picture taken by me!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-9000950872253418975?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/9000950872253418975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=9000950872253418975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/9000950872253418975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/9000950872253418975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/05/blueee.html' title='Blueee'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7683285312599914097</id><published>2007-04-30T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Get Supersonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/Rjeb4FEdI6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ClQ-TVfMtUI/s1600-h/Uus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059684094109885346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/Rjeb4FEdI6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ClQ-TVfMtUI/s400/Uus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night VPT, and a few others, went to a Family Force 5, TFK, TobyMac, and Building 429 concert. I thought FF5 was the best, then Toby Mac. But all of the bands were pretty awesome overall. A few hours before the concert started, we played on a playground and I smashed my head 2 times, on two different bars, pretty hard. Needless to say, that hurt quite alot. Went to Price Chopper, and looked for food. Then having no place to eat, we ate near the road, on a patch of green grass. Most of us tried to get people to honk, although some were more successful than others. We started being watched - or stalked, which ever one you want to call it- by 3 "gangsters" in a ugly green car, so that was interesting. Afterward we all headed over to Toys R Us, and some of us [James] were planning to be kicked out. I went along with it, because I've never been kicked out of any place before. Yes, I'm a good girl. =P We eventually did get kicked out, which was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done with that, it was time to go back to where the concert was, and walked, and walked, and walked, to the end of the line. We played duck, duck, goose and did other stupid stuff that I can't really remember right now. The wait wasn't actually too bad, and there was I thinking we were gonna wait in that never ending line for hour or something. We got in, and looked for seats. We got the very back row, but it was in front of a window, so it wasn't too bad. We weren't even back there most of the time, but the bands were so deafening loud, you could hear it out all of the way to where we were parked. That's loud. Plus it doesn't help that we stood next to the speakers for FF5/ some of TobyMac either. I couldn't hear a thing for like, 20 minutes, everything was dulled. That isn't gonna be a good thing for when I'm older. =P After FF5, I bought one of their t-shirts, which is amazing. Then unfortunately I got separated from everyone during TFK, and I was kinda pissed at that. But met up with people again after they were done...I got home at like, 12:45am or something around there, and listened to my iPod for an hour or so, before actually going to sleep. My mom said I didn't have to go to school if I didn't want to. I woke up at around 9, so yeah, no school. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RjebT1EdI5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wyKFZiHB61g/s1600-h/Vpt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059683471339627410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RjebT1EdI5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wyKFZiHB61g/s400/Vpt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7683285312599914097?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7683285312599914097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7683285312599914097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7683285312599914097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7683285312599914097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-get-these-teen-hearts-beating.html' title='Get Supersonic'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/Rjeb4FEdI6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ClQ-TVfMtUI/s72-c/Uus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7448295900675782632</id><published>2007-04-27T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:30:23.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>It's Law.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi JonWise. This is directed to you, or anyone else that thinks that the yellow lines in the middle of the road are just a simple "guideline".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In general, the &lt;strong&gt;law&lt;/strong&gt; requires that we drive on the right side of the road. When passing is allowed, we usually pass other vehicles on the left. Passing on the right is permitted only in &lt;strong&gt;limited circumstances&lt;/strong&gt;, and should be done &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; when necessary and safe to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When passing other vehicles or changing lanes to avoid hazards, do so with caution and only when necessary. You must not exceed the speed limit to pass another vehicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSING ON THE LEFT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left lane is usually used for passing other vehicles. However, you may &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; pass a vehicle on the left if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your lane has a solid yellow center line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cannot safely return to the right lane before reaching a &lt;strong&gt;solid yellow center line&lt;/strong&gt; for the right lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cannot safely return to the right lane before any approaching vehicle comes within 200 feet (60 m) of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are approaching a curve or the crest of a hill on a two-way road and cannot see around or over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are within 100 feet (30 m) of a railroad crossing on a two-way roadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are within 100 feet (30 m) of a bridge, tunnel or viaduct on a two-way road and your view is obstructed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got all this, and more, from &lt;a href="http://www.nydmv.state.ny.us/dmanual/chapter06-manual.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7448295900675782632?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7448295900675782632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7448295900675782632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7448295900675782632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7448295900675782632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-law.html' title='It&apos;s Law.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4250052167843968383</id><published>2007-04-22T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Sundays Rock...</title><content type='html'>Today went really well, at least I wasn't home on the computer, like I usually am, right? Here it is in a nutshell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped run both services at CP, which both went pretty smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward I went to the Wises for lunch with Dave B, and Bates, who came a little later, for their bbq before the fast started. Really good hamburgers and chicken. I was stuffed after my first serving...Although I'm starting to regret not eating the last chicken breast they had. I also learned that Dave likes ranch dressing. &lt;i&gt;alot.&lt;/i&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, I pretty much sat on the couch for awhile, relaxing, and dozing, while they all talked about stuff that I had no say in, because I pretty much had no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Then we followed Dave and Bates to a Mini Sports Plex, and I pwned Dave at go-carts, which was pretty fun, and [kinda] learned how to *properly* hit a golfball off of its tee. Which, I think I sucked at. =P&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty hungry right now. I REALLY want some pasta. Are we allowed to have pasta? Does anyone know? Yeah, Tomorrow's going to be difficult...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4250052167843968383?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4250052167843968383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4250052167843968383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4250052167843968383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4250052167843968383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/sundays-rock.html' title='Sundays Rock...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4850334627413390947</id><published>2007-04-16T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Changes to my school schedule...again</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in awhile...Not too much going on either. Went to church and to Joey's 13th b-day party on Sunday, and hung out there for the entire afternoon until around 6:45 when my mom came. Did my homework [seriously, how messed up are my teachers?] and went to bed at 11, exhausted. Woke up at 5:30am, not the least bit tired, to go downstairs to check if we had a delay or if we were closed or something on channel 13...It said BHBL wasn't so I was like...ugh...and started getting ready for the day. Then at around 6:45 I went downstairs to brush my teeth, and as I was I went into the living room to get something, and the T.V was still on, I stole a glance and &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; it said we had an hour delay. So that kinda sucked, but the 1st 4 classes were only 20 minutes long. It balanced out, except when I went into homeroom. Before I explain this, here's my regular everyday schedule on Mondays. Everything through 8th Period is where I go everyday, except 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom&lt;br /&gt;1st Period: English&lt;br /&gt;2nd Period: French&lt;br /&gt;3rd Period: Science&lt;br /&gt;4th Period: Art&lt;br /&gt;[Locker break]&lt;br /&gt;5th Period: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;6th Period: Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;7th Period: Technology&lt;br /&gt;8th Period: Math&lt;br /&gt;9th Period: Study hall&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I had study hall on every Mondays, Wednesdays, and A-Fridays. Gym on every Tuesdays, Thursdays, F-Fridays. The A and the F-Fridays are just every other week.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in only to be given a slip of paper saying that my Tech class was switched with my Gym/Study Hall class, and my Gym class was now on Mondays, Wednesdays, A-Fridays, and Study Hall on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and F-Fridays. [Yeah, I was just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; pissed. {sarcasm} This is the 3rd time they changed my schedule &lt;em&gt;this year.&lt;/em&gt;] So I go to my new gym class like a good girl, with a decent excuse that I didn't have my gym clothes because I didn't know I was going to be in gym class today, [I really didn't] to be told that I wasn't in that gym class, and that I should go back to my old scheduled classes. So I walked all the way around the school to Tech, and went through my normal classes. I walked into Study Hall, and my teacher said I wasn't in the class anymore. [annoyed? very much so.] I told her that the person that was organizing [If that's what you want to call organizing] this whole thing told me that I should go to my regular classes, and NOT to go to gym. My teacher sent me down to the guidance office, waited 10 minutes just to be told to go to gym and that she told me to go to gym when she talked to me 7th period. So I went to gym, fuming because she did NOT tell me to go to gym, and I couldn't yell at her without being getting ISS, and detentions until the end of the year. [In School Suspension] So I just sat on the bleachers, with about 4 other girls who also got their schedules screwed up and that did not have their gym clothes either. FUN day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a boring day, but now the teachers are giving loads of homework. Woot! hahhaa. Tomorrow should be fun, I cannot wait to hear Father Jon speak at Vertical/Nine12!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4850334627413390947?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4850334627413390947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4850334627413390947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4850334627413390947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4850334627413390947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/changes-to-my-school-scheduleagain.html' title='Changes to my school schedule...again'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-8351282045259417778</id><published>2007-04-14T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:30:36.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Easter Outfit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RiFUUNXz1kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oj5_oCVUIL4/s1600-h/img_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053412963050051138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RiFUUNXz1kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oj5_oCVUIL4/s400/img_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda sorta blurry...But it'll have to do =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-8351282045259417778?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8351282045259417778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=8351282045259417778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8351282045259417778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/8351282045259417778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-outfit.html' title='Easter Outfit...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RiFUUNXz1kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Oj5_oCVUIL4/s72-c/img_0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7325539895574078367</id><published>2007-04-14T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>We have fallen, we have fallen again tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RiELvNXz1jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWfk9ErhbIE/s1600-h/img_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053333162557691442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RiELvNXz1jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWfk9ErhbIE/s400/img_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to briefly state what I did yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Early afternoon I got picked up by little Jon and his dad, and picked Alicia a little later, to go to Wilton mall at which we hung out at for a few hours. Alicia and I literally dragged Jon to go into Abercrombie &amp; Fitch, and the picture is of him holding his nose because he thought it smelled bad, in the entrance ahaha. I learned how to do "the walk" which I was so uncordinated at, and yet fun. Also a little later, Little Jon "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lightly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" pushed me, which made me trip over my feet, and landed flat on my back in the middle of the mall. Kinda embarrassing. hah. After the mall, we all headed over to karl's house, and the Matula's and Zach were already there, so we hung out on the couch watching people play Wii while people started showing up. I finally learned how boring WoW really is...ahahha, no jk, but I will probably &lt;strong&gt;neverrr &lt;/strong&gt;be as interested in it like Karl or Devin is..hah. Watched the guys play Halo...Then played Man Hunt outside...which I thought was really fun. I was chasing after [I think] Zach, and my foot got caught in like, a ditch or a root or something, and my other leg kept going, and I did like, a split in the snow, then fell on my back. Which &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; thought it was positively hilarious...I did too actually lol, my whole upper back and down was soaked...Then my mom came and dropped off little Jon at his house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty small blog, because I could add alot more details to it, which I probably will later when I'm a little more focused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S.- I'm planning to get some of pictures of my easter outfit up, here and on my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/runnr4life"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;, because some peoples are requesting it, so look out ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7325539895574078367?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7325539895574078367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7325539895574078367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7325539895574078367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7325539895574078367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-have-fallen-we-have-fallen-again.html' title='We have fallen, we have fallen again tonight...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/RiELvNXz1jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QWfk9ErhbIE/s72-c/img_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3782896713330923796</id><published>2007-04-12T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's A Winter Wonder Land Outside...[Again]</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging a lot...Because I haven't had anything to blog about....but now I do! yay! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Alicia picked me up at my house at around 1ish or so, and spent about 10 minutes in a stupid McDonald's drive threw line, and I actually saw that Mark guy that little Jon talked about, which was pretty interesting...So we eventually got to Alicia's house, and we ate chocolate and talked for like, an hour or two which is always fun, and decided that we wanted to go for a walk...But didn't know where to go. I came up of going into town, since I've only seen it by driving through it. She asked, and we were able to go. And I got to wear her hat the whole day, because my bangs were being really dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took...about maybe...30-45 minutes to actually get to town [Which is normally 5 minute ride], with 3 different people honking at us [that we had no idea who they were], a kid on a bike with his friends saying how amazing [ugly, I think] his scarf was to us, and a dog chasing after us. Yeah, when we got into town, she showed me how many antic stores there were...which was pretty funny, and many other places. We stayed on the main road pretty much the whole time, and sprinted at places where we had to cross the road, and ate sugared covered fries in a minuscule park on the steps of a baron gazebo. [Yes, I said sugared covered fries...Alicia accidentally mistook it for the salt shaker. But they weren't too bad.] It was a pretty pathetic park. With one baron tree, and another was an evergreen, that still had Christmas lights on it. 5 benches and an empty gazebo. I think the gazebo was once painted...But the paint was chipping off it...When we started to head back, I wanted to stop at Quiznos. So we bought chips, and a Mountain Dew and ate there for a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to my shock, while Alicia and I were talking and eating I had my back to the door, and all of a sudden I hear "Heeeyyy, Frazzy! I thought I recognized that sweatshirt from somewhere!" [I was wearing my big gray track hoodie from last year.] It was my Coach from XC and Track. It was kinda awkward, because I haven't talked to him in several months. haha. And because I was eating Chips and a Mountain Dew...He's a total health nut...Then a few minutes after he left, so did we, and walked back to Alicia's, then it got &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cold. It took about 3-4 hours to walk to her house, walk through town, then walk back to her house...I had alooot of fun though =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were a few minutes from her house, I was having a hard time breathing for some reason, we stopped for a few minutes and sat on a metal bar connected to the bridge over a small river. Then we had two people honk and one wave again. [It's always nice getting the crap scared out of you.] When we were ready, we went back to her place to watch CSI, Scrubs, and 5 minutes of something about how much of a skank Paris Hilton is...while eating Pizza, and drinking Root Beer and Mountain Dew...woot! We were a little high strung, and went online from 9pm-1am talking to peoples, and commenting "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Plaid Boxer Lad"...and talking about how hot he is. [rofl] No, but we did have a pretty interesting comment convo with him, and aim one too. Then Little Jon called, then I was online talking to 3-4 different peoples while Alicia was on the floor, talking to him. Then I went to bed, listening to my iPod while Alicia was practically passed out on her bed, just barely talking to Jon....hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke at about 9am, and rolled over to a blindingly bright window. Only, it wasn't with the sun shining through. No. It was freshly fallen snow, that covered the trees, and it shown through the window pretty much blinding me for 5 minutes. After I was able to see again, I went downstairs with Alicia, and she's a good cook, because she made french toast. yay! lol...then hung out in Alicia's room till my mom came...it took her about 45 minutes to find Alicia's house...She was pretty much right next door too...ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm gonna go now, to see if I can find some money around here to buy some food for the mall tomorrow =P ahahaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-3782896713330923796?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3782896713330923796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3782896713330923796&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3782896713330923796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3782896713330923796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-winter-wonder-land-outsideagain.html' title='It&apos;s A Winter Wonder Land Outside...[Again]'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-787018908327490898</id><published>2007-04-08T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I wonder how my life will be diffrent next Easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saratoga&lt;/span&gt; City Center&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt; in, knowing absolutely no one. Literally. I knew Zack R. but I'm 99.9% sure he was it. By then, it would've been about, maybe, 6 months I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Northway&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't care for the youth ministry, nor the services it held on Sundays. Then for Easter, Honestly, I couldn't have cared &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; about anything technical about the service, or the service itself! I was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wraped&lt;/span&gt; up around in Cross Country, and my friends, and their friends, and their problems from school to really have appreciated such a milestone it was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Northway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 at the Pepsi Arena&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year at Easter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt; into the Pepsi Arena with my mom only knowing a handful of kids from Vertical, most of them from my small group, -which was really quite small, only about 6 girls in it, [including me] 1 moved away, and the others don't ever come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Northway&lt;/span&gt; anymore - except for a few guys, and maybe a friendly greeting from an adult here or there, I still knew basically no one. I wondered through the area until I found someone I knew, which I believe was Paul...Either him or Josh...I can't remember, but yeah. -I barely knew Caroline, which I do remember her on crutches. I knew Karl, Jordan, and possibly Joey. I hadn't the slightest idea of who Jon or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; were, nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DaveB&lt;/span&gt;, Cherish, James, Alicia, Ashlie, Bates, or Little Jon.- I wondered pretty much the whole time, making sure my families seats weren't taken, and hanging out with Jordan, Paul and my old small group leader, maybe even Sarah Smith randomly. Then when the service started, I remember during worship, seeing the graphics, the lighting, looking up, seeing the spotlights, looking down in awe at the people who actually had the ability to run the sound and lighting board, thinking to myself...whoa, that is &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;cool stuff.[note: I had NO idea what any of that "stuff" was, I just thought you've must been &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; to have the ability to be able to know how to work it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I started to make more friends from church after Easter, and doing even better in running. Although I did lose a few friends in school, I started noticing they only liked me, not because I was their friend, but because I knew people that they wanted to get to know["people" a.k.a: guys] then totally ditch me, then come back when the guys dumped them, or get totally pissed at me. Which is fine by me, because they aren't worth crap to me now. I met cherish, and we seriously clicked. We were friends from the moment Sara introduced us, and only had one [major] fight, which some of you may or may not remember. =P Meeting her was kind of the foundation of meeting everybody else...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year at the Clifton Park Campus&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom parks in a parking spot, [obviously] as I get more and more self conscious about wearing a white blouse, white with black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pokadots&lt;/span&gt; on the majority of the skirt, then black with white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pokadots&lt;/span&gt; as a frilly type thing at the bottom of it, and about 3in high "wedges" &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; attached was a thick black with white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pokadot&lt;/span&gt; ribbon that wrapped around near the end of the shoe. It matched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; well. Before I go on and on talking about clothes...I started to complain about how I really didn't want to make an idiot out of myself by walking in there, and probably tripping and falling on my face in between services in front of everybody. My mom turned to me and said, "I didn't spend that money for &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; you're going in there, and you're &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going to trip..." So I got out of the car and walked up to the entrance, not feeling any more confident in myself until I started getting like 5 billion compliments from Libby, Josh's mom, Jeremy[which was shocking, but I think he was only being polite] and several other people, and some people that I didn't even know. =P But yeah, I was greeted with smiles by the Production Team, and by people in Guest Services that I knew, and a friendly shoulder hug by Bates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; services. [I would be mentioning more names if more people I knew came, but there wasn't very many people I knew there...] Although their were a few hiccups during worship for the 1st service, but as I was sitting in front of the video board, looking at the large amount of people, then to the left, then right, then behind me was Dave, then thought of last night, and how I saw all of those people standing in Malta as I was running a camera, then myself last year, and the year before, and how much my life has changed, not only the people I'm lucky to call my friends, and my role in this church, but that I [like to think] have changed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange how God had changed my life. I never would've dreamt where I am today, 2 years ago, last year, or even 6 months ago for that matter, that I would be so blessed by the people around me. I usually am pretty self-centered, but it's taken me awhile to realize that it wasn't by my good luck that I'm here where I am today. Gods blessed &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, of all people, with friends that I care about deeply, and I actually &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; they care about me too, and that I'm actually depended and relied on to be there every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; to do stuff [semi] behind the scenes, and at vertical/nine12 too! All I know, is that I've been having this feeling to serve more, and do more and help more where ever I can, but for now, I just have to be patient [ugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; service went &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; well, for anyone who cares to know ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-787018908327490898?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/787018908327490898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=787018908327490898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/787018908327490898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/787018908327490898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wonder-how-my-life-will-be-diffrent.html' title='I wonder how my life will be diffrent next Easter.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-3499520912251118298</id><published>2007-04-07T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:13:07.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>Me: "Just to tip off this &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; day, I broke my cord to my iPod."&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "That cord that you use to charge it, and get songs off of iTunes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that one."&lt;br /&gt;"Smooth."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"I have to go, I LUV YOU SHANN SHANN!"&lt;br /&gt;"...bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convo I had with Sarah today =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-3499520912251118298?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3499520912251118298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=3499520912251118298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3499520912251118298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/3499520912251118298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-333121759358206995</id><published>2007-04-05T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Every Single Word I Say is Judged by a Million Critics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Vertical/Nine12 presents last night went pretty well, and was a real treat! Vertical went great, from the stupid addition game that we played that I did not get at ALL, to Mr. Straights sermon ^_^. Then when Vertical ended, I hung out with peoples for a bit, and almost ate tofu [ick]. Then Nine12 Presents started out with most of the adult leaders dancing to a Backstreet Boys song, which Cherish and I were pretty much dying of laughter in the back. [After, Cherish and I were talking about how we know all of the words to that song, and we haven't heard it in YEARS. It was pretty funny ;]. Alicia and Karl did great!! Major props to them! James' poem was pretty shweet as well! Probably the most hilarious was Zach and Paul...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a boring day, as boring as watching paint dry, BUT it's SPRING BREAK! Woot! =]&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might be goin up to Clifton Park or Malta to help where ever I'll be needed, then running a 6pm service at Clifton Park. Then might be doin something afterward, but that's undecided yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better see some familiar faces on Sunday though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-333121759358206995?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/333121759358206995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=333121759358206995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/333121759358206995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/333121759358206995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-single-word-i-say-is-judged-by.html' title='Every Single Word I Say is Judged by a Million Critics.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-4014139925113289280</id><published>2007-04-04T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Your lips, Your lies, Your lust, Like the Devil's in your Hands.</title><content type='html'>Wanna know what made my day? I got an 80[&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;] on my 30 week math test!!!! Woot!!! I'm really happy I didn't fail. haha. Yeah, I had a good day today. Vertical is tonight, with nine12 presents! It's gonna be fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've re-discovered Anberlin. The headline is from Feel Good Drag by them. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-4014139925113289280?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/4014139925113289280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=4014139925113289280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4014139925113289280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/4014139925113289280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-pictures-worth-thousand-words-then.html' title='Your lips, Your lies, Your lust, Like the Devil&apos;s in your Hands.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-857143220821221250</id><published>2007-04-01T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Yay for shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So my weekend wasn't totally how I planned it, but since when have my weekends turned out the way I intended? Not very many.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; close not going to the mall, because I guess my mom thought that since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoenzschs&lt;/span&gt; weren't going, little Jon and his dad weren't going, so that automatically meant that I wasn't going. That got straightened out, and I was able to go, even though my mom wasn't too happy about it...So while we were in the mall, little Jon had to go into Hot Topic. He was like...You HAVE to go in there...While I'm like...um, Goth store, much? So while he went in, I was hesitating to even set a foot in there. I went in about 5 seconds later because Jon's dad was somewhere else and I wasn't up to being alone in a crowded mall. It's not really bad in there, I don't hate it...but it's not my style. Yeah, Jon got his Retard-O-Bot t-shirt that he ordered from Florida. He felt very special. We walked around...A LOT. But it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; enough. I tried to get Jon to go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Fitch, but it was a worthless effort, he ran away. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to the mall to get my haircut, and I must say it looks good. At least, I like it. Then hung out on the computer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;, then went to the service at Malta. Since I was not needed that night, I just hung out with Bates[when he wasn't hitting on college girls... ;] and watched my sister to make sure she didn't run off somewhere with her friend. After the service I held Benjamin for about 30 minutes straight, he's getting pretty heavy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. Then the Wises invited me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friendlies&lt;/span&gt; along with Jon Bates, which was really nice of them. Then on the way home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; tried to explain Currency and how much money I'd get if I exchange a U.S dollar for a Canadian dollar...It didn't go so well...I think I got some of it though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today I once again went to both Clifton Park Services, which both went EXTREMELY well. In between services are so boring, I must recommend more of you peoples coming. Then afterward, I got my Easter outfit!! It's amazing. I love it. =D Went home, hung out and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; for a bit, and went on the computer. Now I'm listening to P.O.D. -"Going In Blind" talking to Alicia and Karl, and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. This is pretty much everything I do on normal Sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-857143220821221250?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/857143220821221250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=857143220821221250&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/857143220821221250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/857143220821221250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-for-shopping.html' title='Yay for shopping!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-7156497092135532315</id><published>2007-03-30T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:21:06.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Or you'll end up living in a van, down by the river!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/Rg1rwELpyrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6vUCOnF9TI/s1600-h/fff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047809230852704946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/Rg1rwELpyrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6vUCOnF9TI/s320/fff" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today hasn't been the best ever, but as I was lookin through old e-mails, I came across a very old one, and this very picture made me laugh so hard I practically died when I first saw it. It once again, made my day today. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to the mall later, so that should be fun, but we're gonna miss Karl though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-7156497092135532315?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7156497092135532315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=7156497092135532315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7156497092135532315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/7156497092135532315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/03/alrighttty.html' title='&quot;...Or you&apos;ll end up living in a van, down by the river!&quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/Rg1rwELpyrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6vUCOnF9TI/s72-c/fff' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-5505769912952693803</id><published>2007-03-29T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:21:06.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is day that doesn't last for long...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say I've been outside, enjoying the loverly weather with my super cool friends, but I can't. Yeah, this week my life has been fairly boring. I'm using fairly VERY lightly. With the ever so slim occasional shockwave of my cell vibrating, that's about how much excitement I've had since Sunday. I have a huge research project due next wednesday, I need to get caught up math, and do EXTREAMLY well on my 30 week test, and all I can hope for is that this weekend won't be a total drag. Which it won't!!!! I pretty much live for weekends =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-5505769912952693803?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5505769912952693803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=5505769912952693803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5505769912952693803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/5505769912952693803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-day-that-doesnt-last-for-long.html' title='Life is day that doesn&apos;t last for long...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-1800245577461936079</id><published>2007-03-28T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:13:07.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Maybe it IS the hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/blog/images/2007/03/27/sanjaya_ponyhawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/blog/images/2007/03/27/sanjaya_ponyhawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ONCE upon a time the king of pop attempted to turn himself into the princess of Motown, Diana Ross - and he had the hair to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;But Michael Jackson is a light-weight compared to the new king of the Hair Don'ts - the tragically tressed "Amerian Idol" finalist Sanjaya Malakar.&lt;br /&gt;Half the world is asking how Sanjaya has hung on as perhaps the worst of the worst crop of male "Idol" "singers" in the show's history. The other half wants to know why he's changing his hairstyle more often than Britney Spears. Simon Cowell may have nailed it a few weeks back when, in a pained voice, he told Sanjaya: "Maybe it's your hair that's keeping you in; I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;The first shock to our systems was when Sanjaya showed up for auditions tressed in a full-out Farrah. How did he even find a hairdresser who still knows how to feather?&lt;br /&gt;Then instead of protecting 17-year-old Sanjaya, the show's producers threw him to the lions - meaning the "Idol" hairstylists.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, he appeared with Jennifer Aniston's hair strangely attached to his head. But it wasn't until he sang for, yes, Diana Ross this week that we went into full toxic shock. Instead of copying her hairdo he showed up as Sally Struthers!&lt;br /&gt;Take heart! If Sanjaya doesn't get the boot - at least we've got the hair.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://americanidol-2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/american-idol-maybe-your-hair-is.html"&gt;http://americanidol-2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/american-idol-maybe-your-hair-is.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-1800245577461936079?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1800245577461936079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=1800245577461936079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1800245577461936079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/1800245577461936079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe-it-is-hair.html' title='Maybe it IS the hair...'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251839608484853384.post-6358213433581494181</id><published>2007-03-28T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:41:35.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Montreal?</title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing that interesting to blog about, here's a letter I got [9 days late, of course] I skipped a couple boring paragraphs...They were mostly about birth certificates and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;March 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Parents and Students:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you are aware, each year O'Rourke Middle School students enrolled in French 9 are invited to participate in a day-long field trip to Montreal, Canada. The educational goals of this trip are two-fold: to visit and tour the 2nd largest French-speaking city in the world; and to provide an opportunity for our students to practice their oral and listening skills in a French-speaking city. We will also be inviting a small number of French 8 students to participate in this trip, based on their homework, participation, and quarterly grades in French class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's trip will take place on Friday, May 18 2007, from 6:00 a.m. to approximately 11:00 p.m. There is a copy of the itinerary, the name of the travel company we will be using, what is included in the cost of the trip and other pertinent information. The cost of the trip is $100.00 per person, with other remaining costs to be funded by the Student Activities Fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students will be responsible for their lunch (to be eaten in the Eaton Shopping Center) and any gifts or souvenirs they wish to purchase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is appreciated if all parents would discuss with their children appropriate behavior for this trip and acknowledge that all school rules will be in effect while on this trip. Students will have time to purchase souvenirs...Thank you for your consideration of this important opportunity for your child.&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here are my complaints about this&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm in French 8, French 9 is advanced...ok, not technically a complaint...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;2. $100!?&lt;br /&gt;3. 6am-11pm, major issues with that.&lt;br /&gt;4. I bet we won't be able to eat on the bus, how long of a bus ride is it, like 4 hours?&lt;br /&gt;    4a.BUSES &gt;_&lt; bad enough riding them to school and back.&lt;br /&gt;    4b. We have to bring our own lunch. What about dinner?&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to turn this in by April 5th. I got it today. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, despite my complaints, I want to go. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251839608484853384-6358213433581494181?l=frazzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6358213433581494181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6251839608484853384&amp;postID=6358213433581494181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6358213433581494181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251839608484853384/posts/default/6358213433581494181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frazzy.blogspot.com/2007/03/montreal.html' title='Montreal?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17249519344741388196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv05NYIiTuo/SN5Fsvp6IoI/AAAAAAAAANU/Qm9UV-hnhfE/S220/0902081124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
