<?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-8354476363606442656</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:09:05.359-05:00</updated><category term='Fong'/><category term='Dreyfoos'/><category term='exams'/><title type='text'>Crystal Flowers</title><subtitle type='html'>The day to day stories of a high schooler with alot on her plate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354476363606442656.post-1798734007696455814</id><published>2008-01-30T00:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:08:29.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRR..</title><content type='html'>Man these last couple of days have been brutal. My weekend was quite dull me and Laura just spent it as normal. Goofing off!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R6AHXSRY_RI/AAAAAAAAACY/z5SHxDF8tmI/s1600-h/IMG00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R6AHXSRY_RI/AAAAAAAAACY/z5SHxDF8tmI/s320/IMG00082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161133269589753106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R6AHXSRY_RI/AAAAAAAAACY/z5SHxDF8tmI/s1600-h/IMG00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new favorite thing to do is play with the web cam on my laptop. We take some of the greatest pictures, like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R6AH-CRY_SI/AAAAAAAAACg/OMiMOXgvs_w/s1600-h/IMG00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R6AH-CRY_SI/AAAAAAAAACg/OMiMOXgvs_w/s320/IMG00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161133935309684002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great right?! I love her so much, she keeps me happy and entertained all weekend even if we don't do much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came way to fast, as normal, and I woke up quite angry! It was freezing in my room and all i wanted to do was stay nice and warm in my bed. But no my alarm would not shut up so up I got. My outfit I set out the night before was horrible so I had to change. This and getting out of bed late set me behind so I was late putting on my make up and my hair was being stupid. Of course on all days my car pool decides to come early so I rushed out the door. School was not much better. Spanish was confusing as always, and the class seamed to drag on FFFOORREEEVVVERR! Then in math Mrs. Fong gave me a detention for having my iPod around my neck. I mean come on, no warning no nothing. She is crazy and I am past the point of reason with her so I was like whatever. The rest of the day was dull and I made it through in a daze. Dance was long and hard and my muscles ached. I was happy to get to sleep. Today was okay. Nothing fun in any of my classes other than outdoor P.E. I have the best partner in that class. Jaquie and I love her to death, she makes me laugh till I almost pee my pants. haha. I had fun in Costume Design, i love that class. We sewed on buttons today and I leaned to do it in like 30 seconds! Well lets hope the week gets better, and flys by quickly. I can't wait for the weekend!!!!!!! 3 days and counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354476363606442656-1798734007696455814?l=crystalflowerss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/1798734007696455814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354476363606442656&amp;postID=1798734007696455814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/1798734007696455814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/1798734007696455814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/2008/01/grr.html' title='GRR..'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R6AHXSRY_RI/AAAAAAAAACY/z5SHxDF8tmI/s72-c/IMG00082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354476363606442656.post-4408679041493424880</id><published>2008-01-24T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:08:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College, so close, yet so far</title><content type='html'>This week our school is hosting a college fair. What is a college fair you might ask, well it is when a handful of colleges congregate in our gym and and out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pamphlets&lt;/span&gt; and tell us why we should go to their school. There have been posters around school for weeks advertising the event. I payed no attention to them until my teacher informed me that if I went then I would get to miss my 3rd hour. My third hour is Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fong's&lt;/span&gt; geometry class, or in other words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HELLL&lt;/span&gt;! So as you may have guessed I signed up in a jiffy. The majority of schools there were either lame Florida schools or Art and Design Institutes that no one has ever heard of. Though I did see a few I was interested in, Parsons looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ammmazing&lt;/span&gt;. I would kill to go there for Photography or Interior Design. I am also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;liberal&lt;/span&gt; arts and Columbia had some nice stuff. I have always wanted to be a teacher or a writer for a big fashion magazine, but they didn't have any of those type of schools there. I am worried though I am forever changing my mind on what I want to be when I grow up and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be rushed into something. I feel the stress of college now and I am only a Freshman. I know a few things for sure, I will go to college, it will be a good one and not some community college, and I will never study any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I could never see myself doing cubical work. I want to make my mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; it be in a big magazine, in the heart of a student, an award winning photograph, or designing some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;billionaires&lt;/span&gt; mansion.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158915546046594290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5gmWyRY_PI/AAAAAAAAACE/LOa-SxCWpWM/s320/cam+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                     &lt;strong&gt;Some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pamphlets&lt;/span&gt; the schools were handing out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I see myself in college I see it in a big university somewhere &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of the state of Florida. I see myself in a school like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame, Yale, Parsons, Columbia, or something along those lines. Laura is my reality check, she is always telling me that in order to go to one of those type of schools I am going to need to do so much more then I am doing. I will need leadership positions in clubs, I need like over a 1300 on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SAT's&lt;/span&gt;, and I am going to need a lot of extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;curricular&lt;/span&gt;! I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;exceptional&lt;/span&gt; grades and lots of AP classes. Not to mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;scholarships&lt;/span&gt; because there is no way I can pay for any of those schools.  I always feel like something is hanging over me. In elementary school it was getting into middle school. Then that was like nothing compared to trying out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, but now I have to worry about college. I have always gotten in to the places I wanted to go to and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I am going to do if i don't make it into any of my college choices. Then after college its grad school, then the real world will be like a big slap in the face. What ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to the good old days when you could get by with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;diploma&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/8354476363606442656-4408679041493424880?l=crystalflowerss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/4408679041493424880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354476363606442656&amp;postID=4408679041493424880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/4408679041493424880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/4408679041493424880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/2008/01/college-so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='College, so close, yet so far'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5gmWyRY_PI/AAAAAAAAACE/LOa-SxCWpWM/s72-c/cam+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354476363606442656.post-4404283908085990517</id><published>2008-01-22T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:08:29.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreyfoos'/><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Well its a new semester, and that means a fresh start! Today we went over all of our exam grades. I passed all of my exams, but I feel I could have done better on a few like English. I got a B on the exam but the thing was that some of the questions were so tricky. I think my teacher Mr. Ames hit the nail on the head when he said "these days it seams teachers use tests and exams in attempt to catch you off guard, or to trick you into getting a bad grade." He said "exams and tests are so pose to be used to review what you have learned but more for us teachers to make sure you understand what it is we were trying to teach you." My hardest exam by far was Spanish 2. I spent almost 3 days studying hard core for that exam. I went online and did practice tests, made over 120 note cards, and read over the text about 80 times. I think I kind of psyched my self out a little. I do have alot of test anxiety. Well I had a C in the class due to the countless quizzes i got D's and F's on. I am a smart person but for some reason I just can't get Spanish or math. The exam was hella hard, my hands started shaking and I had sweaty palms by the end. I handed it in with that sinking feeling in my stomach and it felt like i had a lump in my throat. He graded the paper on the spot his green pen flew across the page taking 1 point off here 2 over there. I felt like I was going to cry. I knew the stuff honest I did but it seamed that all the studying was for nothing, I was sure I got an F. At the end of class he told us to come see our grades. My friend went first and I asked what she got. She had a shocked look on her face "I got a D" she said. She had been taking Spanish for 3 years during middles school and I hadn't had a class since 5th grade. This made the sinking feeling in my stomach worsen. I walked over and looked down on what I was sure was my doomed F. The paper read 73% and I couldn't tell whether I should be disappointed or relived. It wasn't an F, but it wasn't the B that Indeed in order to get a B in the class. After some of my fellow class mates told me the horror stories of their Fs and Ds &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; couldn't help but feel a little relived. My C wasn't looking so bad after all. My science exam was super easy and I aced it no problems. Health I got a B on the exam because I studied some of the wrong material but I still ended up with an A in the class over all so I'm not disappointed. My theatre history exam I proudly got a 102%! yes one oh two! I am quite happy with that, and in my other theatre class I also did very well and ended up with an A in the class. Math was another class I studied real hard for, long nights of online practice tests and doing tedious book work. The exam was a little on the tough side but I came through with a strong B and it bumped me up to a B in the class. So on my report cards i will get all As, one B, and sadly one C :( &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158496151080074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5ao6yRY_OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LRjAnZ8MPrY/s320/cam+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            A small portion of my study material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that is all behind me and I'm starting on a clean slate. This semester my goal is to super in all my classes, even if Mrs. Fong is an evil Asian who hates me. We will save her for a whole other entry. I will study harder in Spanish, and do my homework at &lt;em&gt;home &lt;/em&gt;rather then at the train station. I may never be a straight A student, but I can try my best. What I am looking forward to the most in this 9 weeks is my new theatre class with Mrs. Williams. I get to sew a pair of shorts from scratch. It should be interesting and I will keep you posted on my progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354476363606442656-4404283908085990517?l=crystalflowerss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/4404283908085990517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354476363606442656&amp;postID=4404283908085990517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/4404283908085990517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/4404283908085990517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/2008/01/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5ao6yRY_OI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LRjAnZ8MPrY/s72-c/cam+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354476363606442656.post-7530127164707168555</id><published>2008-01-21T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:08:31.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since the hurricane season that spawned like 6 hurricanes in a row, my room has been a mess. After the first hurricane our roof was damaged and water started to leak into my parents bathroom. After the next hurricane our roof was further damaged and water started leaking into my closet. After the &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; hurricane my carpet was so wet and moldy that we had to rip it all up. I was living on cement floors. This started the ball rolling. My floor was going to need to be replaced so we decided to give my room a full face lift. We hired our neighbor to paint the walls pink and green stripped with yellow on the bottom of the chair rail.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158131149119045506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5Vc84AeP4I/AAAAAAAAABU/qyMvkff3xHU/s320/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But the renovations kinda sat at a stand still for a while. I had concrete floors for 2 years. Then for my birthday my grandma got me a new bed set from Pottery Barn. It looked so pretty in my room and we got sheets that looked great with the walls. Then my mom decided the whole house needed to be fixed up. After great deliberation with our architect we decided to knock down the whole back of our house and turn what use to be our porch into a room. It was hell, dust everywhere, small living space due to the wall they put up to keep out the elements as the room was being built, and now the whole house was on cement floors! As if my room wasn't enough. Since we decided on wood floors for the house I would have to keep my cement until it was time to put the wood down. In attempt to make my floors more livable we painted them with pink cement paint, but the constant traffic in and out made food prints all over the room. ew. Finally after we got back from New York in the summer the floors were down all the walls and ceilings painted and all the major stuff finished. Just minor decorative things were left. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158137076173914002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5ViV4AeP5I/AAAAAAAAABc/HuEFfC6yn7g/s320/SHIIIIT+002+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         I think my dad is the new rooms biggest fan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of all that came out of the new renovation was the fact i had floors!! Real solid wood floors. They made my room feel... well roomie again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158138974549458850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5VkEYAeP6I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZTKbQ7Bq9NE/s320/SHIIIIT+001+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; For my birthday my mom got me cute squares that decorate my walls. One is a chalk board, one is a quark board, and the other two are peg boards.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158141186457616306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5VmFIAeP7I/AAAAAAAAABs/HR67P7sBUWE/s320/room3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;We also got wooden letters that spell out my name. My mom brought in an old white covered chair that also makes the room look great. But even with all the new touches like pink shag rugs on either side of my bed the room still felt like it was missing something. Of course my mom and grandma figured it out when they were scouring the Internet when grandma was on bed rest. It was a white crystal flower chandelier. It totally completes the look of my room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158143084833161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5VnzoAeP8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ymgI-cq8v00/s320/room2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people will say my room looks more like a toddlers than a teenagers, but I think it suits me just fine. I have added my own little touches like a magazine cutout collage on my wall and a manikin in the corner. I love my new, finally done, room!! :D&lt;/p&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/8354476363606442656-7530127164707168555?l=crystalflowerss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/7530127164707168555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354476363606442656&amp;postID=7530127164707168555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/7530127164707168555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/7530127164707168555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-room.html' title='New Room'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5Vc84AeP4I/AAAAAAAAABU/qyMvkff3xHU/s72-c/IMG_1930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354476363606442656.post-6976089914110707651</id><published>2008-01-21T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:08:31.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor the Black Race</title><content type='html'>Although today is a Monday it feels like Sunday because we have no school today! Hurrah. I woke up angry this morning because I was so pose to have the house all to myself today but I woke up to find my brother here. Apparently he is sick, but I haven't heard one sniffle, he ate plenty of food so his throat doesn't hurt. But he had plastered his ass on the couch and hogged the TV all day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158031398503595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UCOoAeP1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hxdlMQbwfpI/s320/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty much all he did all day, beside eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura had to go to the bank because she is 70 cents in debt. Sadly because we are honoring our fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blackie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;americans&lt;/span&gt; the bank was not open. So we went back to Laura's house for breakfast, eggs and milk, nothing extravagant. We watched America's Next Top Model for "a hot minute" as Laura would say. Then we went back to my house a good hour later and Harrison was still in the same spot, bright cheeks and fixated on his video game. Me and Laura went into my room for a while to play on the Internet. Unfortunately Laura's boyfriend, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, Andrew and his friend Joey were so pose to come over but they never made it. We saw them for a second last night, but then they had to go. After loosing interest of the Internet we found that were hungry again. Since the house didn't have any good food we decided we wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Toco&lt;/span&gt; Bell. We got in the car and headed out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158021472834174770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5T5M4AePzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TEr9bfECMLY/s320/SHIIIIT+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Laura enjoying some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tuneage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We listened to some tunes on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; is so old and outdated its embarrassing. I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; mini, yeah I know there has been like 10 new ones that have come and gone. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt;, black and white, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; video, black and white, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; color, The new color shuffles and now there is the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nanos&lt;/span&gt; with video and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; touch. Whew, you see how outdated it is. Anyway we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Toco&lt;/span&gt; Bell via Military Trail. I being the worst direction giver alive thought we were going the wrong way, but we got there. Me and Laura are both vegetarians, so you might wonder what a vegetarian gets at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Toco&lt;/span&gt; Bell. Well we get 4 soft shell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tocos&lt;/span&gt;, without the meat! May sound funny, but it tastes great. We also got cheesy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;potatos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good! After we got home we watched Harrison play Zelda, or fought for the remote so we could pay is more like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158028769983610690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5T_1oAeP0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/abq-1EmyNcA/s320/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura is the master of Zelda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tonight I don't have any homework, which is nice. Thankfully now what exams are over as of last Thursdays I have a fresh start. I am going to miss all the late start days we had during exams. I wish we had late start &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;days &lt;/span&gt;with only two classes every day. I would love school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more. Harrison is leaving to go to the orthodontist in a few so maybe for an our or so i will finally get the house to my self. Peace and quiet, or something like that. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354476363606442656-6976089914110707651?l=crystalflowerss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/6976089914110707651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354476363606442656&amp;postID=6976089914110707651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/6976089914110707651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/6976089914110707651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/2008/01/honor-black-race.html' title='Honor the Black Race'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UCOoAeP1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hxdlMQbwfpI/s72-c/DSC01762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354476363606442656.post-6746488593279987904</id><published>2008-01-21T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:36:03.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>I have always loved to write, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wether&lt;/span&gt; it be stories, diary entries, or simple e-mails i have always found it fun. My aunt started blogging a while back and I love to read all of her posts, and thought to my self what fun it would be to start my very own. My life is hectic and I am always running around unable to keep still, but with my new pink laptop there was no better time to give it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whirl&lt;/span&gt;. My daily life consists mostly of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; up in West Palm at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dreyfoos&lt;/span&gt;, the high school of the arts. I major in Theatre but i find myself slowly falling out of love with it. My 30 minute commute to school every afternoon and every morning keeps me on my toes with little down time. After I get off the train I rush home and into my leotard for dance every night from Mondays to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/span&gt;. Ballet, Modern, Jazz keep me in shape and are something i enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;. Thursdays I have a new ritual, prop crew! My school is putting on the play &lt;em&gt;West Side Story&lt;/em&gt; this year and I have been chosen to help with the million and one props that are part of the play. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. At least it will help me reach the 50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; hours I have to obtain every semester, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; harder than it sounds! Although my week days are nuts I know how to let loose on the weekends. My best friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; has a car and we spend hours driving to and from the beach, back and forth in search of food. Just today we went out to lunch at Olive Garden. I swear I could just eat their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bred sticks&lt;/span&gt;, they are AMAZING. Laura is the glue keeping me sane. We joke about how similar we are but I think it is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;differences&lt;/span&gt; that make us the best of friends. I love to go down to Atlantic Avenue and visit with all my friends. I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;relay&lt;/span&gt; go to the mall all that often, unless it is after dance and me and Laura are in dire need of a Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Icee&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pretzel&lt;/span&gt; and a new pair of Hello Kitty underpants. In school I hang out in a large group of friends, but I only see a select few outside of school. Gabby and I have been friends since 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. She has grown into such an amazing and unique individual. Everyone knows Gabby by her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HUUUGE&lt;/span&gt; hair. Bettina and I are more recent friends but we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;clicked&lt;/span&gt; fast. She is a wild child and just wants to have a good time... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alll&lt;/span&gt; the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I would say she is one I love to spend the most time with because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; into drama, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mind sitting back and not saying much, and boy does she know how to have a good time! Although I don't see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; much outside of school she is the one who holds all my secrets. She is so sweet but also knows how to have a good time. It makes it hard sometimes because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; and Bettina are..well we will just say not to fond of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Its difficult at times because i love them both but spending time with them means choosing, which I am not good at! Danielle is my little firecracker! She is one of those people that you either have to love or hate. I choose to love her for her crazy loud self. She doesn't like to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of clothing, doesn't care much what other people think of her and she is my role model with her confidence. Never thinks twice about what to say to a guy, but somehow its always the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354476363606442656-6746488593279987904?l=crystalflowerss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/feeds/6746488593279987904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354476363606442656&amp;postID=6746488593279987904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/6746488593279987904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354476363606442656/posts/default/6746488593279987904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystalflowerss.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>PrincessKatherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08220923156059520909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_42D-5LwzaO4/R5UJ6IAeP3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uWUKqJcO7Vs/S220/SHIIIIT+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
