<?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-10949493</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:30.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage stress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-114934957824779721</id><published>2006-06-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:46:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER</title><content type='html'>Finally it's SUMMER! and i'm slightly bored....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-114934957824779721?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114934957824779721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=114934957824779721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/114934957824779721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/114934957824779721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer.html' title='SUMMER'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-114756902925741485</id><published>2006-05-13T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:10:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading a really depressing book but it had a good message. Tell those you love that you love them, because who knows what the future brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-114756902925741485?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114756902925741485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=114756902925741485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/114756902925741485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/114756902925741485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/future.html' title='future'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-114618091458785400</id><published>2006-04-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:35:14.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>well it's finally almost the end of the year and i can't describe how excited i am. i'm finally almost done with my second year of highschool and i'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-114618091458785400?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114618091458785400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=114618091458785400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/114618091458785400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/114618091458785400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-113726108871197960</id><published>2006-01-14T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:51:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS</title><content type='html'>This week was finals week and it sucked! AAAAAHHHHHH! Luckily it's over and now i can relax but i'm still worried if i did as well as i could. And now it's the end of the first semester and i only have one more to get through as a sophmore and then i'll be a junior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-113726108871197960?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113726108871197960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=113726108871197960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/113726108871197960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/113726108871197960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/finals.html' title='FINALS'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-113608149980846224</id><published>2005-12-31T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:11:39.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>as you get older Christmas doesn't seem like that big of a deal, sure you get awesome presents, you get to spend time with family you don't usually see and you get to celebrate Christ's birth but i realized this year that i wasn't as excited as i had been the past years, it was kind of disappointing i'll admit but i still had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-113608149980846224?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113608149980846224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=113608149980846224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/113608149980846224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/113608149980846224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-113104804501281848</id><published>2005-11-03T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:00:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress is low</title><content type='html'>well my stress is low today because i just got my first grade card at RBHS and i have A,A,A,A,A,A,A,A,A-   YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-113104804501281848?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113104804501281848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=113104804501281848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/113104804501281848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/113104804501281848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/stress-is-low.html' title='stress is low'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-112722699769386345</id><published>2005-09-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:36:37.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>in the indiana jones' movies does Indy ever have to suck venom out of a snake bite?&lt;br /&gt;it's for school and i need to know soon!.....DAD!MARY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-112722699769386345?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112722699769386345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=112722699769386345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/112722699769386345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/112722699769386345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-111888445595319692</id><published>2005-06-15T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:14:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i just got back from Girl's camp and it was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;First day: ok on the first day we had water wars and me Naomi and Ashley got in a canoe together and we started going pretty well (considering we cheated by pushing off another girl's boat luckily no one noticed) then we accidentally turned the wrong way and ran into a shore we could not turn around in time so we jumped out and started pushing it, we were told we needed to get into the canoe so we tried to get in unsuccesfully and ended up sinking it (first bruise) we amazingly got 2nd place.&lt;br /&gt;Second day: well the morning was fun we went bebe shooting then about 5 o'clock it started pouring right as we were starting cooking the stew in a dutch oven, sadly no one in our camp was smart enough for us to think about going to the dining hall. so we tried seting up a tarp over a tree then we remebered there was a dinner canopy down at archery about 2 miles away so a couple girl's ran to get that while the rest of us held up our tarp and ate cold soup, sadly when the girl's brought bak the canopy we realized we had missing pieces and so we were trying to set it up for no reason in the pouring hale and rain, luckily our tent didn't leak, yet.&lt;br /&gt;third day:we slept in our tent that night with one extra girl (her tent had gotten soaked) and we slept fine considering we had an air matress (one of the many plusses of being Erik and Mary's daughter) sadly it also rained that afternoon luckily we were smart enough to go to the dining hall. sadly though our tent got pretty wet so we slept on trash bags and cement, my back hurt so bad! third bruise (i hit my knee on the ground)&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day: this day was the most exciting, we were celebrating Joseph Smith's ???? birthday (google) and we played stick pull and leg wrestling and other games then some brilliant person suggested tug of war yc's against everyone else (ratio of 8 to about 20) sadly the only rope we had was about 1/2 an inch around and so we started playing the ycs were actually winning then all of the sudden rii--iii--iiiip i remember the sound so clearly then the rope broke in half. Sadly Ashley and i were the first on our side. The rope hit Ashley's stomach and she fell backward over me at first i didn't notice anything wrong i was just worried about Ahley then i hit my arm and almost screamed i looked down and my arm had two rope burns and major bruising which is luckily fading but has like 6 different disgusting colors. I also got a 5 inch long bruise on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;Last day: the last day was the best because i saw Mike hee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-111888445595319692?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111888445595319692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=111888445595319692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/111888445595319692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/111888445595319692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-i-just-got-back-from-girls-camp_15.html' title=''/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-111118452733687220</id><published>2005-03-18T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:22:07.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard week</title><content type='html'>It's finally Spring Break yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so relieved. This week has been so hectic. My mom got shots in her back and had a bad reaction called steroid pshycosis or however you spell it but it was like having another bipolar person in the house it was horrible luckily she's over it now. Last nite was my third guitar lesson, sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-111118452733687220?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111118452733687220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=111118452733687220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/111118452733687220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/111118452733687220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/hard-week.html' title='Hard week'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-111065355918054920</id><published>2005-03-12T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T10:52:39.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Well today was quite interesting. I woke up later then I probably should and had to get my jobs done, which luckily my parents decreased the amount, I was ready to go when  my mom, who had just gotten shots in her back to help her, and she being the stubborn person she is bent over and hurt herself, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-111065355918054920?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111065355918054920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=111065355918054920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/111065355918054920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/111065355918054920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/03/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-110953644295865493</id><published>2005-02-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:37:17.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Misfortunate Events 2: The Vine</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend was quite interesting, I went for a walk with my parents and we ended up by this creek and there was this dead tree, my dad kinda hung on it so I figured, what the heck. I tried it. I swung on it, something he hadn't done and in midair it broke. I landed partly in water and partly in mud. I was covered in mud from my head to my shoes. As i hit the ground I just laid there holding the vine, and burst out laughing. It was really fun. My mom said it was a quite boyish thing to do, but it was fun! If you want to read more about my weekend, go to my other blog viggogirl1.blogspot.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-110953644295865493?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110953644295865493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=110953644295865493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/110953644295865493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/110953644295865493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/series-of-misfortunate-events-2-vine.html' title='Series of Misfortunate Events 2: The Vine'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-110928613991146770</id><published>2005-02-24T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:29:47.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Misfortunate Events 1: school</title><content type='html'>Maybe I am putting too much pressure on myself I have agreed to try out for the school play, AND THEN THERE WAS ONE because I was asked to and I think it will be fun, but I also have contest and show choir to try out for.AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I don't even know what i'm going to sing probably something from the Sound of Music who knows. ok I know what you're thinking I'm probably complaining too much but I have to complain, I can't do it any other time. The prophet says that we should stick a lot of positive things in our journal so I'm saving all the positive things just for that. So you people, whoever is insane enough to read this, get to read about my own Series of Unfortunate Events. LOL cheesy I know. Anyway.... have i ever mentioned I like football, well I love football I don't mean watching it, I mean putting on pads and a helmet and playing in the rain with a bunch of goodlooking guys and watching them fall as you trip them or distract them. Well as I said everything in this blog is complaining so I'll get to that, well last year I was considering trying out for football and I went to the meeting, I was all excited when they told me I didn't weigh enough! I was like w/e the boys don't have a weight limit, but as soon as a girl wanted to play it was like "what, under 125? Sorry you can't play." Oh well there's volleyball. Better go. Luv ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10949493-110928613991146770?l=viggogirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/feeds/110928613991146770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10949493&amp;postID=110928613991146770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/110928613991146770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10949493/posts/default/110928613991146770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viggogirl.blogspot.com/2005/02/series-of-misfortunate-events-1-school.html' title='Series of Misfortunate Events 1: school'/><author><name>viggogirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07520551418223877858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10949493.post-110885986168551669</id><published>2005-02-19T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:37:41.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh! I know I'm a teenager and no one probably cares what I write about but I just had to choose classes for tenth grade (yes dad, tenth grade) and I didn't know what to choose. It's quite frusterating especially when my teacher says the classes you choose now may change the rest of your life for the worst, never the best, always the worst. He's a very positive person. LOL. eventually I chose to take choir,mythology,PE(oh joy), and the other required classes three of which are honors classes. Sadly the classes I'm really excited about are the one's I'm taking my junior year, sociology and psychology. They are going to be so cool! Maybe I'm a nerd but I don't care they sound so much fun. The only class I am sure of for next year is choir, I love singing anyone who knows me knows that I'm not happy unless I'm singing. I really want to succeed next year in choir, honors choir, show choir the works. I actually plan to major in music but if that doesn't work out I plan on getting a law degree, or maybe both. quite a jump huh? oh well. I'm not that good of a singer but it's so much fun! and I am getting better since i get private lessons from Bob Bohan.&lt;br /&gt;   Today was a pretty relaxed day, after i got out of my house. I woke up this morning and got to work , work work work. I'm 15 and I do more work than my body was meant to do. I'm doing the same amount of work i was doing when I was my brother's age but he still has only his room to take care of  when I have the most homework, seminary and a social life. ( that's one of the downsides of being a Mormon teen in Missouri seminary is not a class at school it is a class before school at church) . After dad picked me up we went to chesapeake then Gerbes. My dad noticed some guys lookin at me, I don't mind, but he said he was tempted to say "whatcha lookin' at" I'm quite glad he didn't and I reminded him of a time at Target when we walked by this guy and when we were only like 5  feet past him he goes, quite loudly, "They were looking at your butt" I laughed but the kid was very embarassed, I think that was dad's goal. Well gonna go watch a music video. 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