<?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-2566352532895277064</id><updated>2011-10-23T12:35:29.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-7590216493532555471</id><published>2010-06-01T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:23:30.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Break-Break UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   I finally did it. After a week or more of sighing and just talking about it, i finally just grit my teeth and did it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I DUMPED HIM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; It was the hardest thing I've ever done. harder than sitting out part of my Volleyball starter season, harder than not being about to walk for 4 months, harder than any geometry homework I've had, and harder than watching my dad leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   It was the most bitter-sweet taste to let go of the only guy I've ever loved or come close to loving. I was a full blown slap in the face for&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; BOTH &lt;/span&gt;of us. But after not hearing from him for more then 4 days, almost 5 days and finding out that he was hanging out with his &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;EX....&lt;/span&gt; i just couldn't do it. All the lies and unretured phone calls left me more broken than a mirror fallen from a wall. I was a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   He took it really bad. He went from sad to hit you with a fright train furious in uder 30 seconds. He said that it wasn't his fault that he lived 45 minuets away, and that when ever I call he's with his friends, and how he hasn't been home all week till late. It's &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;his fault &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(TOTAL SCARCASM!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; he can never own up to him being wrong. I told him that it  only takes 2 minuets to pick up the phone and call me and that his friends wouldn't care if he talked to me for a little while. and also that its his own fault he got in late cause he was out partying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   We didn't speak on our 1 month anniversary, and he ignored my phone calls for 3 days and then claimed he was busy. I feel really bad but its so not my fault that he could be grown up for like 10 minuets and just try and talk it out. He actually hung up the phone on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;   We've been friends since October and dating since April 24. he was my best friend and the only guy I've ever loved. I'm sorry that its over...... But I'm &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; sorry that i don't cry myself to sleep anymore or have to tiptoe around his mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So this is my final goodbye. I'll forgive but NEVER forget. We will be friends but also enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/2566352532895277064-7590216493532555471?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/7590216493532555471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/06/heart-break-break-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/7590216493532555471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/7590216493532555471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/06/heart-break-break-up.html' title='Heart Break-Break UP'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-2062365872328337723</id><published>2010-05-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:13:03.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolgville Prom 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;May 15th, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dolgville High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This was the best day of my life. My 1st prom.... an expirence I'll never forget. I was crazy nervous, i was going to be the only person from my school there and i was afraid i was going to feel left out. But everyone there was really nice. All his friends included me when we were dancing and introduced me to everyone. His friends kept telling me how beautiful I was and wondering how he got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;He took me to dinner at Beardslee Manor (its my favorite place &amp;amp; haunted). The prom theme was "Under The Stars". I loved all his friends. One girl (his ex from before me) wanted to dance with him... so i let her. I danced with her date (&amp;amp; we are now good friends). He treated me like a princess the whole nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;At one point, we went outside to sit in the court yard that they had decorated with candles and lights. It was so romantic and beautiful. I had an origional dress and a hot date. It really was an amazing nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And even though we didn't go out and party ( I had a curfew) we still had a good time just hanging out and talking =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE BY FARRRR! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-2062365872328337723?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/2062365872328337723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/dolgville-prom-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/2062365872328337723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/2062365872328337723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/dolgville-prom-2010.html' title='Dolgville Prom 2010'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-4004319606712220851</id><published>2010-05-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:59:55.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednsday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Days......................thats a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-4004319606712220851?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/4004319606712220851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4004319606712220851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4004319606712220851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='.....?'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-6060234425913485214</id><published>2010-05-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:26:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I was at a bonfire with some our family friends. They have two daughters: one is 7 and the older one is 10. while the little one was playing at the park with her friends, the older one said she wanted to ask me a question. So she grabbed a blanket, and we sat under the stars. I showed her the big dipper, ursala major, and the little dipper. no one had ever showed her before.&lt;br /&gt;She was quiet for a while and I though she'd fallen asleep. But then she looked up at me. She asked me if I'd ever been in love before. Smiling, I told her "yes".&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked me if he loved me...... and I told her "i think so".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet again. The she asked me...... "Emma... what IS love?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, at this little 10 year old girl who wanted me to explain what love is. How do you answer that question..... a question with infinate definations. I decided to tell her what it ment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's different to everybody Marissa....just remember that. To me... its the feeling that someone couldn't live without you and that when your not with them.. its like your missing a part of yourself. you'll do anything for that person no matter how bad they hurt you or how bad they break your heart. you'll remember him till the day you die and every moment you spent together. You fight, break up, maybe even move on... but everything comes back to him and no matter how hard you try... you can never forget. Because he was apart of you and when he's gone, that piece is missing.....&lt;br /&gt; It's waking up to him calling you just to say he loves you and to wish you a good day. It's him hugging you when you cry and kissing your forehead. It's just the feeling inside.... when everything makes sense and it just feels right. It isn't always easy and sometimes you'll want to throw him into oncoming traffic but then you realize you'd kill yourself trying to save him. Thats just how it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she shocked me by asking..."Emma do you love Cj?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Will you be together forever...?"&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged. "depends on how you look at it. We might break up, i might move away so maybe not always together physically but he'll always be in my memories and in my heart. so yes technacally we'll be together for a long time."&lt;br /&gt;"Does that make sense?"&lt;br /&gt;she nodded. and i found out later from her dad that she had a little admirer at school who told her he loved her. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-6060234425913485214?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/6060234425913485214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/6060234425913485214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/6060234425913485214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-4807215946468831594</id><published>2010-05-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:31:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!! SOS!!!! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; dunno what to do. I mean....... What do you do when you love someone and they just keep lying to you? They always say that they're telling you everything, but then they forget that they lied and then the truth comes out. Like rain from the sky, it hits you. Right inbetween the eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;You let it go everytime but it just keeps happening. And everytime, you die a little bit inside. Everyone does. But I can tell you one thing, pretty soon there isn't going to be anything left to kill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;let me put it in story form................................:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theres a guy and a girl. they meet at a concert and get to be really close. girl &amp;amp; guy date for a few weeks before boy breaks it off because he "hardly ever gets to see her". She cries and it breaks her heart. they don't talk for a while, a month or more. Girl tries to put it behind her and stats tlaking to someone else who likes her and vice versa. Then boy comes back and wants to be friends. so they are friends and talk everyday. Then girl finds out that there is another girl in his life: a girlfriend. she pretends not to care and they hangout at her volleyball match. Guy kisses girl and tells her that he broke up with the other girl a few days ago. and for a while, everything is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then the next day at school girl's other guy friend kisses her. she's confused but decides to trust the boy one more time. she stay away from the boy who kissed her. right before christmas, other boythe boy she let go scares her. so the girl says nothing....just cries. then over break girl has to have surgery, nothing major but she's still scared. so she calls the boy she went back to and he hangs up the phone on her. because theres another other girl and now Girl has been forgotten again. so girl has surgery and heals. then one day she just wants answers and decides to call boy. Boy nearly overdosed and is sick. nobody but girl knows and she tells him what to do to get better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl saved the boys life. she finds out that his girlfriend dumped him and he tried to feel nothing. she helps him threw it and forgets that she was ever angry with him. they start talking again like no time has passed. then they grow apart for a while. girl found someone new who didn't make her hurt inside and she got close with new boy. it doesn't work out and girl feels stupid and alone so she calls Boy for help. But instead of helping her feel better boy calls her tainted and hangs up on her again. poor girl is on her own again. So they don't talk for a while. and she moves on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;but boy wants to make it all right, he calls her all the time and instead of being a good friend, guilt trips her about it and makes her cry. but girl keeps it all inside, thinkin gits her fault. so boy asks her to prom and she agrees to go with him. hen a few weeks later he calls her with news that he's got a date to prom. girl said nothing and listened as he tells her how he's going with a girl who asked him from his school. he calls her all the time and its almost like their friends again. like nothing ever changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but then boy calls girl one day after school and asks her if she'll go to prom with him. he tells her how he really wanted to go with her and how sorry he is that he fogot about her. girl accepts it as her fault and agrees to go. they make plans and girl gets a dress. their parents meet and its all good like it's supposed to be. then girl finds out that when boy was guilt tripping her about her other guy that he had a girl friend. girl lets it go cause it's all in th past. and the next time they fight he blames her for his "iokesmng" problem that girl didn't kow about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;girl blocks his call until he says he's sorry for hurting her. and she forgives him again. prom rolls around till its only a few days away. they talk about plans and stuff. they've been dating for almost 3 weeks now. they girl finds out that when guy was telling her he loved her when he was going to prom with "ther girl" they were dating. now girl doesn't know what to do. everytime she tried to move on, he came back and wanted her again. but all the times he said "I LOVE YOU" there was always someone else. guy makes up the rule and girl follows them. they don't apply to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So girl doesn't know what to do know. she wonders if she;' given him too many chances and if she should walk away after prom. maybe even before then. this poor girl is tired of being in the wrong when all she does is love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What should she do??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-4807215946468831594?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/4807215946468831594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-sos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4807215946468831594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4807215946468831594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/help-sos.html' title='HELP!!!! SOS!!!! =('/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-6517757621153711187</id><published>2010-05-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:54:56.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrane Attack &amp; So Much More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Yesterday I had a migrane attack in school. Everyone has different simptoms and everyone takes slightly different forms of medication. My right arm went numb and i dropped one of my sculpture (it didn't break thank god!), then the right side of my face followed suit. I couldn't speak normally (I've hear a 1 year old who could speak better english) and i was shaking like my blood sugar dropped.&lt;br /&gt;          My mom made me go to school because neither of us recongnized the simptoms. i collapsed on the bus (Nobody saw) and i couldn't even listen to my Ipod cause the music was making me want to throw up. You know there's something wrong with me when i can't listen to music. My friend Elina said i was looking right at her and i don't even remember seeing her. Somehow I made it to teh chorus room and my music professor sent me to my homeroom (French Level 3). Our school Nurse doesn't come in until after 8:30 and classes start at 7:50. So I was toally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;          Eventually the nurse got in and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she decides to give me a hard time about it. She said it looked like i was faking. How the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to you fake a migrane???? I mena really now!!! So my mom came and got me and then conviently the nurse "remember" that she had my medication from the last time it happened. I was flipping pissed! If I'd been able to walk in a straight line without falling over from dizziness i would've flipped out. That was totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UNCALLED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for and I Know for a fact she didn't forget, cause she picked me up off the floor the last time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;        it's total bogus, but i slept for 7 houts, misssed my last track meet and my last chance to qualify for sectionals, ate, and got another migrane.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life Sucks!!!&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/2566352532895277064-6517757621153711187?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/6517757621153711187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/migrane-attack-so-much-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/6517757621153711187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/6517757621153711187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/migrane-attack-so-much-more.html' title='Migrane Attack &amp; So Much More'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-574422403364036795</id><published>2010-05-10T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:35:37.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Get It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;QUESTION OF THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why do people have to pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Like i really just don't get it. They all seem to take pride in being generic: acting, looking, and pretending to be just like everyone else. Why would you want to be just like everyone else? Isn't who you've grown to be enough? All the girls who dress in the same name brand clothes as everyone and their cousin and act like the other girls who don't give a damn are below them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What makes having fake nails, dyed hair, and tres tres expensive clothes so special? I really don't get it. So the girls with the natural red hair, freckles, scars, far-out clothes, different jewelry, &amp;amp; bold make up are the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469680844894477170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-g1v7Kxm3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/prczA6iiSmc/s320/0615090754c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2566352532895277064-574422403364036795?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/574422403364036795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/574422403364036795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/574422403364036795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Get It!'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-g1v7Kxm3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/prczA6iiSmc/s72-c/0615090754c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-2463391317833245958</id><published>2010-05-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:23:23.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wow today was crazy. I had a thought today.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Someone made a comment about how they would be totally miserable if they were married at 16 years old, because they don't know if they've met their true love yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But I Think it's possiable to meet someone a 16 and that person really be their soul mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I mean think about it this way..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hundreds of years ago.....actually not even that long ago, girls were married off at 16 and sometimes way younger. Like royalty for example they were often bethrothed at birth and were never really given a chance to find true love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like really, off the top of my head, i can think of at least 3 example (fictional or no) who found love at a  young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 - Romeo &amp;amp; Juilet...... i mean sure they both die, but they go TOGETHER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 - Rose Dewitt-Beaucater &amp;amp; Jake Dawson........ she gave up everything for him and he did the same for her. I think they both die to come to thin of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 - Noah &amp;amp; Allie Calhoun......... no matter what happened they always came back to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I'm not sure i could really ever imagen marrying one of the poor fools from my school.... hence my point that i don't date guys from my school. Or maybe the point is not &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TRUE LOVE&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FIRST LOVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Either way, think about it....... Would you marry at your age....whatever that age maybe?&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/2566352532895277064-2463391317833245958?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/2463391317833245958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/hola-wow-today-was-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/2463391317833245958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/2463391317833245958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/hola-wow-today-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-6023369304026057126</id><published>2010-05-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:14:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VOILA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After 10 months of being M.I.A. I'm BACK! and here to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So much has happened that I'm not sure where to start.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm not with the boyfriend i was with last time i blogged, Dylon. He left me after our One Month for my best friend Sammi. But then he dumped her for his best friends lil sister. So hes all whatever now. about a month after we broke up, i meet thsis awesome guy at a concert and now after talking since October, we're dating! He's takine me to prom next saturday at his highschool. My dress is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!!!! Its so perfect for me. We're going to dinner at Beardly Manor with our families. It's going to be amazing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's wicked sweet and makes me feel special. i really lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend. =)&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/2566352532895277064-6023369304026057126?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/6023369304026057126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/voila-after-10-months-of-being-m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/6023369304026057126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/6023369304026057126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2010/05/voila-after-10-months-of-being-m.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-4678670726390443341</id><published>2009-08-28T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:17:26.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Back YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi Mon Amies! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry it took so long. I mean its been over a MONTH! Haha Miss me much? XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just thought ii'd finally up date my page because SOOOOO much has happened in the last 36 days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay so in my last post, under my list of things i wanted, i listed a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I GOT MY FREAKIN WISH!&lt;br /&gt;He's A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! On Monday the 31st it wil be 2 Weeks! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He's has been one of my closestfriends for a few years now and.........Im at a loss for words XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I spent yesterday with him at his Grandparents house. We went swimming and  got majorly sunburnt! hahaha We had a good time drowning our friend Brandon when he got to annoying lol! ( for the recored he is still alive at my request). HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeah so my parents are gone this weekend to Maine and New Hampshire to visit friends and family. i have to stay here for a  photo-thing. not quite sure what it is, but O-Well! ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yeah so my b-day was August 5 th and i had an amazing party the week after. almost all my besties came up and we played guitar hero and had a HUGE water ballon fight. They all ganged up on me and so needless to say i'm the one who eneded up soaking wet! they are SOOO mean to me! haha but i guess they were mjust doing their job XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kay thats is all i feel like writing now! TTUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~♥Em♥~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-4678670726390443341?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/4678670726390443341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-back-yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4678670726390443341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4678670726390443341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-back-yay.html' title='Finally Back YAY!'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-7928900989748965772</id><published>2009-07-22T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:42:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;kay kay ppl! i'm atrating another blogg later. YAY! o wait there is no one to celebrate with cause no one is reading this!! XD silly me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;haha so i'm bored and i forgot my notebook at home so i have nothing to write. wow thats lame! i need a life!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay so i'll just make a list of things i want right now! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.) A FREAKIN CAR PPL! hopefully a punchbuggy convertable in a bright pruple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.)maybe a boy friends who loves me.....maybe not.    i.d.c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.) to go far far away from frankfort, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4.) my life/ the world to make sence finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5.) i want poeple to say what they mean and stand by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6.) i want a really big smoothie! berry flavored babay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7.) a hugg, i kinda feel like crying : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8.) TEXTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now a list of my Goals in life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1.) Go to Northwestern University &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2.) Move out asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;3.) Become a successful writer of some kind....most likely fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;4.) Study forensic Anthoropology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;5.) Be successful in life and never need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;6.) Travel the world and write my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;7.) Fall in love and be happy XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;8.) Take chances and live life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now a list of fears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1.) CLOWNS! they scare the shit out of me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2.) Snakes EWWWWWW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3.) Spiders *see above*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4.) White Jeeps (i was hit by one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5.) The nissan comercials where the ppl become the earth, water, sky etc....its just NOT NATURAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;okay i'm done now lol ttus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;X0X0X0X0X0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~♥Em♥~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&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/2566352532895277064-7928900989748965772?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/7928900989748965772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/7928900989748965772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/7928900989748965772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-thoughts.html' title='New Thoughts'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-8069728282760455215</id><published>2009-07-17T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:54:03.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an excerpt from my diary......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey ppl hayy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for something new i thought i would copy a section from my diary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; here it is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;July 16th, 2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt; i am s confused and uncertain.......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;my thoughts are skattered like dragon flies on the lake's surface, drifting and always darting too and fro.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;Jumbeled together like the pieces of a puzzel still in the box, not yet pieced together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;Broken like my poor soul, tatterd and bruised.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;They all say the same words, yet i fear some say them in jest or with the emptiness of the air we breath.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;*One claims to love although he rejects the strange and new. He is also a coward and a lier.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;* Anther claims to love yet will not show me any affection where sightful eyes may peer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#ffcccc"&gt;*and the last claimed to posses a love but can only love what he sees and can control, not what is really there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#99ff99"&gt;i know they all "love" in their own way, but their minds are corsetted by their failured, limitations, and lack of balance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#99ff99"&gt;Two of them flaw &amp;amp; error in worse ways than what i've scripted. Yet th one left out of that group is oddly the one of late, i have come to love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#99ff99"&gt;If the first man cannot love me for who i am and am not, then i myself cannot live my life to the extent of its boundaries.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#99ff99"&gt;and  if the third man has to control me in order to preserve a balance, i cnnot remain serene and civil for long.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#99ff99"&gt;By mayhapps if that second man could brave the foul opinions of others, and show me how he really feels, than what we both know we have could grow into something real.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-8069728282760455215?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/8069728282760455215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/07/excerpt-from-my-diary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/8069728282760455215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/8069728282760455215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/07/excerpt-from-my-diary.html' title='an excerpt from my diary......'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-4200540130169891897</id><published>2009-07-07T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:30:04.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hayyy Heyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm Back again! And this time summer is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kickin ass&lt;/span&gt;! If i mentioned that i hated summer before.....well i'm taking it back!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Summer freakin rox&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just got back from camping in the finger lakes with my family. My friend Manda went with us and we had a  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt;!! We met up with my mum's best friend and her family. I finally got to meet my god-brother who is totally awesome and his younger brother (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who's name will be Chace&lt;/span&gt;). Anyway he's so totally cute and we had a thing going while we were there.Unfourtunatly he live 6 hours away but i will still get to see him when ever we get together. I guess thats better than not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;XD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had an awesome time and i cried when we left. like i litterly &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CRIED A RIVER&lt;/span&gt;. Which is really unlike me, just for the record. But yeah. So &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love, and am &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;over the other 3 guys&lt;/span&gt; i've mentioned on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I guess i Really &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; him. But......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Caio For Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~♥EM♥~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-4200540130169891897?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/4200540130169891897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4200540130169891897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/4200540130169891897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-again.html' title='Back Again........'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-3024320296409817703</id><published>2009-06-23T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:56:50.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again &amp; Again........!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm back again! Miss me much? lol : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay so Now that this has been here like what.........1 week and no one is following it, i figured that i'm truly glad no one is reading this. i mean wow . haha okay so nothing much to talk about today. Other than i ran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;like 6 miles yesterday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So Newest Issue (i seem to have alot of these latley) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok so i used to go out with this guy (for this purpose i'll call him Mike). We only dated for like 2 weeks because he cheated on me with one of my friends. But we've gotten past that and started talking again. I know he's trouble but he's just funny to listen to. Like i'm not even kidding you would have to hear it to believe it. anyway I'm not sure that i like him but i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he likes me. He just came out of a  relationship with some girl who left him for his bestfriend and i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;going to Be a rebound girl EverEver!Anyway he want me to hang out with him but i'm not sure because he's notorious for moving through girls like really really fast. I don't want to take another trip down that road.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NO THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So i guess i'll just bring someone with me. Now who to bring .....who to bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NO IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But Caio for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;~♥EM♥~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-3024320296409817703?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/3024320296409817703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/again-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/3024320296409817703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/3024320296409817703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/again-again.html' title='Again &amp; Again........!'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-2730600903143882219</id><published>2009-06-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:13:18.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok so i'm back again (haha not like anyone is actually reading this crapp). And i guess now that regents are over, school is closed and the weather is getting better (Not Really) it really is summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honestly at the moment i could really care less because now i have WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY to much time on my hands as you can clearly see. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But i have to find ways to entertain myself. Writing here is one of them i guess.  ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So here is my newest re-occuring problem. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This guy i go to school with likes me. He is really sweet and all but when ever i hang with other guys he gets all jelous and bent out of shape. I used to like him but now it a total turn off. I'm not sure how to handle it or what to say. I want to still be friends but i &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DON"T&lt;/span&gt; belong to him or any man. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVER!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So now that u know whats plaugeing me..........HELP SOS! SOMEONE !!!!! ANYBODY!!!!!!! SOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;okay that may have been a bit dramatic but hey i am who i is. lolz XD so I'd say post a comment(but no one can cause o one is reading this *laughs really hard*)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;So Ta Ta for now ppl! Peace Out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;~♥Em♥~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-2730600903143882219?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/2730600903143882219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/2730600903143882219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/2730600903143882219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time?'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-5817877576436189613</id><published>2009-06-19T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:16:13.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since no one is reading this.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, so since no one is reading this, i'm going allout. : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here is a list of what i look for in a guy in no specific order. : ) Here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Honesty and Loyalty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Loving and Considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Hardworking and Responsable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Creative and Expressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Likes People and Alone Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Smart and Determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Handsome but NOT Overconfident!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Friendly and Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Sweet and Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ Loves me more than ANYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kay OXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;~♥Em♥~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566352532895277064-5817877576436189613?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/5817877576436189613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-no-one-is-reading-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/5817877576436189613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/5817877576436189613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-no-one-is-reading-this.html' title='Since no one is reading this.....'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-1244644545112061891</id><published>2009-06-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:13:49.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥Hey sorry I didn't finish my last post. Something came up. I can't remember if i mentioned why i started this blog by if i didn't ....well here goes nothing. : P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥ Ok my life is crazy, complex, and most of the time annoy as all hell. But there are goo times too! Quite a few of them. ANd one of my major problems is i THINK WAYY WAYY to much. If anyone decides to read this their probally going "how is that a bad thing?" but i over think things and make it way harder than it sould be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥Okay so now that we have that established. LOL Anyone who reads this is welcome to comment or offer advice. Anyone at all. Unles you are a creeper then back away!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ff33;"&gt;♥SO HERE IS MY FIRST PROBLEM...............COMMENT WELCOME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;♥Ok so Monday was my last day of school. Only we have to come back for this state wid etests called REGENTS! Freshman have to take 2. One in science and one in Math. Well There is this really hot guy in my math class. He shall remain nameless. : P but anyway i've liked him since like January. He's just a really good guy and we busted in class for talking and stuff like that all the time. So one day my best guy friend asked me if we were going out. I was really suprised. Honestly i was! he thought we were because of how the guy i like is always staring at me and how we always get in trouble. I said o and had never really noticed before. (probally because i was staring back!) But Monday we went to the computr lab and  was sitting with my bff. and every time i looked up, My crush was staring at me from his seat 2 rows in front of me. Now i don't want to be the one to ask him out (mostly because the year is over and all) but what should i do? I'll see him friday for the math regents. so let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XOXOXOXOX~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥EM♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/2566352532895277064-1244644545112061891?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/1244644545112061891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-sorry-i-didnt-finish-my-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/1244644545112061891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/1244644545112061891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-sorry-i-didnt-finish-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566352532895277064.post-17118947588451656</id><published>2009-06-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:43:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY PEOPLE HAY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Em. I'm 15 years old and female. I just finished my freshman year in highschool yesterday and i'm SO gald it summer. i play soccer and volleyball for my school. I also am a singer and actor. Music is my life! my Ipod nano is my constant companion weither i'm in school, on a trip, or in my room. I'm single and not really lovin it and not really hating it either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/2566352532895277064-17118947588451656?l=theehippielife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/feeds/17118947588451656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/17118947588451656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566352532895277064/posts/default/17118947588451656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theehippielife.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-post.html' title='1st Post'/><author><name>♥Emmi♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04417781654318548577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cdv7_KbGqc0/S-gri6YMmhI/AAAAAAAAADs/INyzZtNc4as/S220/Redish.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
