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School
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&lt;p&gt;Once again, I ignored this site. But, not anymore. I'm going to try and completely update it. Also, I'm going to force more of my friends to subscribe to it through some sort of bribery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, nothing much has happened lately. Last friday, my school threw a black and white ball at the local college. It was pretty fun. I'll put up the pictures of it sometime today. Also, there's this new book that I am now almost Twilight-obsessed with, which is a feat in itself. It's called &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt;, by Suzanne Collins. Has anyone else heard of it? If not, you should. Also, for all my anti-twilight friends out there, I don't like it because it's in any way like Twilight. Cause it's not. I just like it because it's well written and such. I think I might not be a twi-hard anymore. (Le gasp!) Why? Because one of my friends said that ever since they read Twilight, no other book interests them. But I'm not like that at all. I &amp;lt;3 books to death, so that's not even a possibility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'll write more to you guys later when I have more to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Bella&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 14:17:00 -0500</pubDate>
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Sorry Everybody
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;I'm sorry that I wasn't on this for so long, but frankly no one ever sees this site. :D Until now that is. I've been on kupika that whole time, and now I'm going to tell them about this. So...yeah....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;So far nothing has happened junior year. I haven't gone out on a single date. I told a boy I liked him, and he shot me down. I had a hater for a while. That was fun. I went to Texas for a wedding. I'm about to put up some pictures for that. I still have 7 dogs, I still am pretty boring. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;So, since I haven't been on the site lately, as per usual I'm going to vamp it up. I've already changed the layout to fit my more mature outlook on life. :) Also, during this time I made a livejournal. So, I'm going to post those up now. XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;u&gt;August 30th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going
to see my friend Zak. I met her in an art camp I went to about two
years ago. Wow, how time flies. I remember the days when two years felt
like my life. How could I now be sixteen, going on seventeen? A junior
in high school? So many years of my life have gone by, and I've done
nothing to show for it. I don't even have my driver's permit yet. I
haven't even finished writing my first book.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, back to
what I was talking about. I'm going to spend the night at Zak's house
tomorrow night. It all started when I emailed her about a week ago,
expecting the automated message that said the old email address I had
was impossible to reach. That it didn't exist anymore. I only took
comfort in the fact that, if that happened, at least I tried to talk to
her again.&amp;#160;But, the next day, she replied to me. I hadn't talken to her
since the previous summer, and so this was a shock. What would I say? I
know most people think a year doesn't change people, but spending that
time as someone no one sees takes an effect on you. I gave her my yahoo
messenger, she instant messaged me, and that was that. We started to
talk practically every day on there. Since, as I've told you, my
personality shines through my writing, we instantly clicked as friends
again. Every lol made us enjoy each other's jokes more. It was just
like whenever I talk to my friend Lins, who I met around the same time
as Zak. So, Zak offered for me to spend the night like I did the first
weekend I met her. I asked my sister and her husband, and they said
they didn't mind. So, tomorrow I'm going to see her after all this
time. I hope that since I've been talking to her for the past few days,
my shyness won't seep through.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Draw a crazy picture&lt;br/&gt;Write a nutty poem&lt;br/&gt;Sing a mumble-gumble song&lt;br/&gt;Whistle through your comb&lt;br/&gt;Do a loony-goony dance&lt;br/&gt;'Cross the kitchen floor&lt;br/&gt;Put something silly in the world&lt;br/&gt;That ain't been there before&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-Shel Silverstein&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;Always.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;Bella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;September 10th&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sorry I didn't write on here
for almost a whole week. Well, I did write, but then I gave up. Don't
you feel special. Anyways, nothing really has happened the past few
days. This weekend, I basically just got extremely fluish. I don't have
that anymore. I just don't have my voice. Not metaphorically speaking.
I hacked and wheazed so much that my vocal chords were all, "Eff this"
and quit on me. I can say one or two words, but then it fades into
mumble-jumble before becoming completely silent. Not that it will
affect you. My brain is still coming up with brilliant musings that
amaze the world. (Translation: Crazy ramblings by a book-starved
lunatic)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, about today. I woke up around 6:30. Yes, A.M.
(Sidenote: What does A.M. stand for anyways? Free virtual brownie for
anyone who tells me. I'm too lazy to google it.) I took my 10 minute
shower, using my fancy vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner. I got
dressed. I watched the local news while wrapped in my tinkerbell
blanket and petting one of my seven attention-wanting dogs. I swear,
they're institutional. So, after I made my lunch for school and
whatnot, Josh dropped me off at my school, which is named *censored*
High School, the catholic school that I go to. Then, I went to my
locker. Got my books. Went to Chemistry for the first test I was going
to get a B minus on. Found out that my first college rep was in the
cafeteria waiting for me. Sighed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The lady reps were pretty
nice. One thing that made me jumpy happy was the fact that the boy I
like was there. I'm not going to be too detailed, seeing as if said boy
ever found out I would...my mind is blank. Yes, it would be that bad.
So, I'm not going to mention said boy in detail at all. So, there. ;D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I
went back. Dealt with classes. Hung out at the library. Saw Bill again
(Not his real name. Boy I Like Like. Get it? I just made it up
now....well? ... I thought it was funny. Then, I went home. Did stuff.
Got onto the computer. The End.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, I know that's not much
fun, but that's all you're getting. I promise, I'll write a long post
tomorrow. I'm going to comment on how I feel about the Twilight series
by Stephenie Meyer: Breaking Dawn, Midnight Sun, the whole deal. So,
until tomorrow my friends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Always,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bella&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;p.s. My quote is my subject.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;p.s.s.
Since you guys dealt with my absence so beautifully (did you guys throw
a party ;D), I'm going to post a video from my favorite youtube channel
called &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.youtube.com/gradualreport"&gt;Gradual Report&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; max-height: 2000px; max-width: 2000px; min-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.61.2/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; visibility: visible; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -1128px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.61.2/t.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where he &lt;em&gt;gradually &lt;/em&gt;reports! (You'll get it once you've seen a few videos.) Here is the latest video, which is a crack-up, entitled, "To Get Drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="fw_media_youtube fw-parse" name="YouTube-NBHmAXkTLdA" src="http://thumbs.freewebs.com/Platform/mediaPreview.jsp?type=YouTube&amp;amp;id=NBHmAXkTLdA" width="425" height="350"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I did. :D Later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Bella&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Courier"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 17:11:00 -0500</pubDate>
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School started. YAYYYYYY!!!!!
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				<link>http://mangafan311.webs.com/apps/blog/show/176372</link>
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&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;That's right. As of yesterday, at approx. 8 in the morning, I am officially a...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;Junior! *applause, applause*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;I am now going to tell you what my classes are. If I've already told you, this is a recap.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;My first class, that I have everyday at the start of school, is Chemistry with Mr. Chemical! No, that's not his real name. But, I don't want Mr. Chemical or any other of my teachers to sue me when you find them and poke them. So, there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;My A mod, which I see every day but Friday, is: Psychology/Sociology with Mrs. Ice Chips! In this class, is my buddy named Emo!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;My B Mod, which I see every day&amp;nbsp;but Thursday, is: English III with Mr. Whiny. It's funny, cause I named him what he HATES! XD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;My C Mod, which I see every day but Wednesday, is: Religion III with Mrs. Christ! I don't call her that cause she's a religion teacher. She's a nun, which means she's married to God. So, since Jesus' last name is Christ, so is God's! Yeppers!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;"&gt;My D Mod, which I see the same days as C Mod, is: French II with Mme. Happy, cause she's happy all the time. Too happy...;D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note: Today, I got my french name. Sweet! Or should I say,...I don't know how to say sweet in french...sweetay? No, that sounds too much like sweaty.&amp;nbsp;So, yeah. Anyways, my new french name is: Jacqueline! Isn't it totally fab? I think so. Yeah, like totally. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="left"&gt;My E Mod, which I see every day but Tuesday, is: Algebra II Honors! *cough-annoying-cough* It's not that hard, it's just that she crams a lot of work in a matter of seconds. I can't solve a crazy problem in my head like this:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2x divided by the square root of pie's doubled infero with a monster that will kill you if you misplace the decimal...kill, you know, with a lot of blood...
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&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="left"&gt;...in a matter of seconds! It cannot be done! XD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="left"&gt;My Final F Mod, which I see all week but Mondays, is: American History with Mr. Pregnant. His wife is pregnant, don't think nasty thoughts. *cough-Keilla-cough*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="left"&gt;Anyway, that's my schedule. I will post more now. So, adios! I mean, au revoir!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="color: snow;" align="left"&gt;-Mme. Jacqueline&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:31:57 -0400</pubDate>
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Writing
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though last time I tried to write a story for this site, I got mean comments, I am going to try and do it again.&amp;nbsp; It's still the Dream story, but I changed it a lot. So now, instead of calling it "The World of Dreams" I am calling it "Dreamweavers". Cool, huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay. I'm really bored and I'm going to go start my first chapter of my book. Please go read the summary and prologue and comment on it and tell me what you think!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bella&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps- I found a link on a friend's page and clicked it. It was one of those annoying "clickokayresponse"things. She made me promise to link it, but she never said not to warn you about it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/badlink/index.htm"&gt;DO NOT CLICK HERE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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				<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 17:06:40 -0400</pubDate>
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Stupid Dog
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I know all of you are probably thinking, "Bella loves dogs! Why would she call one stupid?" Because, right now, one of our neighbor's has a friend over. That friend has a pick-up truck, and has tied a dog inside the bed. And, that dog keeps barking like a nut. Which makes all SEVEN of my dogs bark like nuts! Grrrrrr!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, today I am going to my friend Paula's birthday party. She's turning 16...I think. Wow, how uncomfortable will I be if I write the wrong thing in her card? It would be justified though. She's about a foot shorter than me. What can I say? I'm tall. Freakishly tall...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am really bored today. I have done all of my chores, and I don't know what to do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to go watch television now. Bye!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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				<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 09:28:11 -0400</pubDate>
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Thunder!
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Right now it is thundering where I live, but will I get off of the computer? No! Will I probably regret it when I get electrocuted? Maybe, but isn't that an important life lesson? I think so! Yep! Uh-huh! Righto! Enc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's this site called Kupika. I really like it. It's kind of like an online penpal system, where you can talk with people all over the world.&amp;nbsp; I have two accounts (my usernames are on my main page). There is my real life one, and my rp one where I started to host an rp story that I made up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On my real life one, I have a friend named Jess. Her username is LunaSakura. She is really cool, and always responds to my weird questions. I told her to come look at my blog, so maybe she'll see this and be all "Wow, I have a stalker." That would be funny.&amp;nbsp; I would be very amused if that happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, it stopped thundering, which makes this blog less fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll talk to you guys more tomorrow!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bella&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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				<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:11:59 -0400</pubDate>
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Makeover
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I gave my little sister a makeover (see the blog about it on Tori's site, linked above). So now, she wants to give me a makeover! So now, since I posted her's on her site, I have to post my makeover on here. Here is what I look like before, pre-shower etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://mangafan311.webs.com/pictures/other/premakeover.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nasty, right?&amp;nbsp; XD I made it black and white to add to the computer-geek chic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a shower, some clean clothes, and makeup, here is what I look like now!:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://mangafan311.webs.com/pictures/other/postmakeover.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know about you, but I think I look a whole lot better. Comment which one you think is better, okay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bella&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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				<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 13:51:01 -0400</pubDate>
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Sorry...
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for not writing for so long. I started to post my blogs on my myspace instead. Here are those postings (warning: you may know this info already):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posted June 22, 2008:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our family has always loved animals.
That's why we're vegetarians, after all. But, we never thought we would
have as many dogs as we have now. It all started last year on
Thanksgiving Day. Ashley was driving to a friend's house to feed her cat.
But, a few houses away from our house, there was a pregnant stray on
the street. Missy. We brought her into the house, through the halls,
and into the backyard. We tried to contact her other owner, but the
information on her tag was wrong. Less than a month later, she gave
birth to her 7 puppy litter. We named them A,B,C,D,E,F, and G, waiting
for their gender to show before naming them. While we were on vacation
in San Francisco, while that same friend from before was babysitting the dogs, they all
opened their eyes. That was when my sister and her husband decided all of their names.
Atreyu, Brownie, Conan, Danzig, Eastwood, Frenchie, and Gonzo.&lt;p&gt;Even
though we've given away Atreyu, Conan, and Danzig, we still have seven
dogs named: Brownie, Bumpers, Eastwood, Frenchie, Gonzo, Maggie, and
Missy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posted June 30, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the school I go to, I have to complete a minimum of 20 hours of
community service. Last year, I was lazy and didn't complete them.
Ashley had to take me to work to complete them there or else I wouldn't
be able to get my junior stuff for next year, which would be very bad.
So, I have to complete all of my required hours during the summer, so I
can not stress about them during the school year. Does anyone know
a website where I can find a place to volunteer? I signed up for a few things,
but they haven't contacted me back and it's been a month. I don't have
high hopes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, if I get a job I can finally get my permit.
So, I am trying to get a job somewhere near where I live. There's a market close by. All I have to do is show them
my resume. I started making it today. I sent it to Ashley this morning,
so she makes sure that it isn't formatted wrong or if I forgot to put
something in there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I like writing stuff in blogs, but since
it's summer I don't really have much to write about. On Saturday, I saw
the movie Get Smart. It was okay. I would have liked it more, but there
was a group of teenagers sitting in front of my sister and I, and they kept
laughing for about 5 minutes every time someone would make a joke.
After that, we went to this foreign resturaunt for someone'ss
birthday present. There was a belly dancer, and it was pretty fun. The birthday girl told Tori that when the belly dancer comes near you, you're
supposed to gently throw the money at the feet of the dancer. But when
the dancer came, Tori chucked it at the dancer like a football player.
The food was really good, but since it was so late I didn't finish
anything except my large plate of fries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll write another blog later when something happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Bella&lt;br&gt;
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				<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 11:25:44 -0400</pubDate>
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School is almost over.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This week is finals week. Ick. But, to make up for the fact that they are slowly turning our brains into mush, school lets out at 11:20 a.m. Tuesday-Thursday. On Friday, we get out at 10:40 a.m.! Yes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am extremely sad. Tear.&amp;nbsp;On someone's freewebs page, they posted up my first fanfiction that I ever wrote (when I was in 8th grade.) Then, people completely bashed it! I have no problem with constructive criticism ( the story was crap), I don't like it when people just say (and I quote!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um.........this is supposed to be Edward? Plz be realistic. &lt;b&gt;This SUCKED!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;strong&gt;hgjhk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOOOOOOk. that wuz well- there are no words in the English language that can describe this. thats no compliment. wuz that Edward doing wut ever? -???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is NOT edward ahhh it drove me INSANE and AHHHH its so bad!!! &lt;img alt="angry" src="http://images.freewebs.com/Images/Smilies/Round/angry.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;strong&gt;the&amp;nbsp;volturi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terrible terrible TERRIBLE!! Sorry, but true. No one can get the characters as perfect as their creator, but you are probably the farthest from perfecting them. -&lt;strong&gt;anonymousTWILIGHTfan-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry but I think that it was a little to violent to be Edward, and that you must not interpret the book very well if you think that story was any good at all!!!!!! -Person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS AWFUL! &lt;img alt="angry" src="http://images.freewebs.com/Images/Smilies/Round/angry.gif"&gt; OH DEAR! -KayKay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry but i agree with every one alice would not do that to edward plus edward is to graceful to break things &lt;img alt="dry" src="http://images.freewebs.com/Images/Smilies/Round/dry.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;strong&gt;vampiregirl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Grr!&amp;nbsp; I only got one nice review. I shall put her nice compliment in big text!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="black" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: violet;"&gt;It was beautiful! I laughed, I cried, and then laughed some more...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="big grin" src="http://images.freewebs.com/Images/Smilies/Round/biggrin.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Here is my reply to their replies! Ha! I posted it nay but 5 minutes ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="mediumblue" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, bashers. It's the author of the "terrible" story here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you think that this was meant to be non-canon? I heard this song, and was just thinking how (minus the sexual connotation) it matched Edward's craving for Bella blood-wise. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you want to say something constructive to us writers, we have no problem with it. Heck, we encourage it. But to just write that you hate it or how terrible it is shows a maturity level that even Emmett would scoff at.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's right. I went there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pissed-off writer,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here &lt;/em&gt;is my story. Is it that bad? Leave comments as replies!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Tear You Apart: Submitted by Bella&lt;/font&gt; &lt;!-- ParagraphTitleEnd --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;Disclaimer: The subjects of the story, Twilight and She Wants Revenge, are not mine. If they were, I would faint.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;New Disclaimer: Don't be a hater.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua"&gt;Also, this is rated PG-13, due to the song at the end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;When I walked toward our table, I could tell something was happening. Emmett and Rosalie were laughing mockingly at Edward. Alice was really excited, she practically couldn?t stay in her seat, which was affecting Jasper. Of course, that means affecting everyone in the room. But, they were excited before. Only one person looked mad. My Greek god, Edward. The not-needed veins in his forehead were popping out. If we were animated, steam would have come out. I hated to see him mad. ?Alice, what?s going on??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Bad question for me to ask. Emmett and Rosalie started laughing, and Edward punched the table so hard that it almost broke. ?OH, Edward. It is &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;not a big deal. And I know Bella will love it,? Alice says exasperated, making Jasper send somber emotions to Rosalie and Emmett. ? I doubt it.? Edward gently leads me toward our seats, and peck kisses me on my cheek, which redden. How embarrassing. He chuckled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;?I won?t like what??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Emmett jumps in. ? Oh, Bella. It?s HYSTERICAL! See, Edward accidentally spilled paint on one of Alice?s Verbachi whateve..?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;?It?s Versace, dip-wad.? Rosalie chuckles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;?Whatever. So, Alice was maaaad. Carlisle said that Edward owed Alice either one expensive gift or one hour where he has to do whatever she says. He chose the time, cause Alice would have bought stuff for you. She made him spend 40 minutes ironing her clothes. Now, for the other 20, she is going to make HIM S??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"EMMETT!" Edward yelled before calming himself. "If Bella &lt;i&gt;has &lt;/i&gt;to know, at least let Alice tell her. &lt;i&gt;She &lt;/i&gt;won't go so overboard she makes it sound like I'm going to be in some kind of porno."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Like you would be in a porno, you're such a prude. Rosalie, on the other hand,.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Gross! Get those disgusting pictures out of your head! Sorry Rosalie."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"None taken." She didn't look mad, she looked slightly amused.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Well, if you stopped mind-raping me, you wouldn't see those pictures. Anyway, if you actually paid attention to all of the things you read in my little mind book, you wouldn't be such a prissy little hypocrite.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Hypocrite?! How am &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;a hypocrite? I don't spend my free time thinking that having...well, you know...in that amount of time as a challenge."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"See? You can't even say the word! And I bet if the thoughts in my mind involved Bella, and were in your thoughts, you wouldn't find them so disgusting!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Boys, calm down!" Alice spoke calmly but with a ring of authority I had only heard once before. " Do you want me to tell Bella or not?" They stopped, looking down, Emmett pleased, Edward pissed. "Now," she turned toward me, her eagerness coming back, which in turn was affecting Jasper, then me. " Edward is going to be in the talent show tonight."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;I was shocked. Partly, because it seemed like Alice thought that Edward wanted to do it. Also, the sign-up sheet was put up a month ago. I told her that, and she chuckled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Can see the future, remember? I was the first one to sign up."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"So, you &lt;i&gt;knew &lt;/i&gt;Edward would ruin something?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Yep. He ruined a Versace knockoff, so &lt;i&gt;that's &lt;/i&gt;why I'm not mad!" She smiled innocently as Edward glared at her. I laughed, but quickly ceased when Edward started to glare at me too. "Edward, you know I don't think it's funny. I am just so excited to hear you sing." Then, I looked under my eyelids, trying to daze him like he always dazes me. I felt like an idiot, but apparently it worked. He smiled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;" Don't worry, Eddie."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Alice..." The steam-face came back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Sorr-ee, &lt;i&gt;Edward.&lt;/i&gt;" Alice tried to look snooty, but it didn't work. She started to giggle again. Then, proceeded to jump up and down like a kid on christmas eve.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Listen, Alice, I only agreed to this because you &lt;i&gt;promised &lt;/i&gt;me you wouldn't tortute Bella. I take it that promise is still intact?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"Of &lt;i&gt;course. &lt;/i&gt;I am so excited!!!!!!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;After an hour of haggling, I fell to Alice's charms. I swear, this outfit is over the top. A chocolate-brown satin dress, it looked like it should be worn at a wedding&lt;b&gt; (On Profile)&lt;/b&gt;. But, I know Edward would like it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Once we got our seats, right in front, the lights started to dim. We only had to stay till Edward was done. It was pretty funny. Lauren and Jessica sang the song "Girlfriend", by Avril Lavigne. I might be plain, but I'm not that plain. Ben sang, well rapped, the song "White and Nerdy", by Weird Al. It was pretty funny. Next, and last for us, was Edward. He looked perfect in his black pants and white collared shirt. He coughed, then started to sing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;"This is the song, Tear you Apart. It's written by She Wants Revenge."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right&lt;br&gt;At the right place and right time, maybe tonight&lt;br&gt;And the whisper or handshake sending a sign&lt;br&gt;Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her&lt;br&gt;Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped&lt;br&gt;But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light&lt;br&gt;When she walked in, he throws up, believe its the fright &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak&lt;br&gt;And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak&lt;br&gt;An escape is just a nod and a casual wave&lt;br&gt;Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;It's only just a crush, it'll go away&lt;br&gt;It's just like all the others it'll go away&lt;br&gt;Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know&lt;br&gt;You pray it all away but it continues to grow &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;I want to hold you close&lt;br&gt;Skin pressed against me tight&lt;br&gt;Lie still, and close your eyes girl&lt;br&gt;So lovely, it feels so right &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;I want to hold you close&lt;br&gt;Soft breasts, beating heart&lt;br&gt;As I whisper in your ear &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;I want to fcking tear you apart &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed&lt;br&gt;And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance&lt;br&gt;Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there&lt;br&gt;Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do&lt;br&gt;Cause theres always repercussions when you're dating in school&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;But their lips met, and reservations started to pass&lt;br&gt;Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;Either way he wanted her and this was bad&lt;br&gt;He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy&lt;br&gt;Now a little crush turned into a like&lt;br&gt;And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;I want to hold you close&lt;br&gt;Skin pressed against me tight&lt;br&gt;Lie still, and close your eyes girl&lt;br&gt;So lovely, it feels so right &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="2"&gt;I want to hold you close&lt;br&gt;Soft breasts, beating heart&lt;br&gt;As I whisper in your ear&lt;br&gt;I want to fcking tear you apart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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				<pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 12:39:25 -0400</pubDate>
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Spring Break...
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I have no spring in my step this break.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is basically what I do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- eat&lt;br&gt;-watch box sets (ie: Gilmore Girls)&lt;br&gt;- read fanfiction&lt;br&gt;-write fanfiction&lt;br&gt;- watch youtube videos&lt;br&gt;-try to read, fail&lt;br&gt;-feel sick&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Someone give me some good ideas. I don't know WHAT I'm going to do for the next few days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bella&lt;br&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 16:08:59 -0400</pubDate>
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