<?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-293527837112457711</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:24:35.288-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='ensemble'/><category term='famly'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='MST'/><category term='school'/><category term='GS camp'/><category term='camp'/><category term='summer'/><category term='creative writing club'/><category term='scary things'/><category term='teen idol'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='poor me'/><category term='work'/><category term='choir'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>My Brief Novel</title><subtitle type='html'>I love pineapple, I love tea,&lt;br&gt;but most of all, I love me!:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8971377130160735407</id><published>2010-06-19T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:52:34.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Post Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6yjpFZW6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hKhdU3GSuHw/s1600/hj+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485017721577495458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6yjpFZW6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hKhdU3GSuHw/s320/hj+and+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6wRcVQgiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5HS8Q5WMBXI/s1600/briii+and+meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485015209893462562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6wRcVQgiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5HS8Q5WMBXI/s320/briii+and+meee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6wR7dK1aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PkGdRDnnI00/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485015218248144290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6wR7dK1aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PkGdRDnnI00/s320/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6ylDFYlkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/amVoMCmGHJo/s1600/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485017745736635970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6ylDFYlkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/amVoMCmGHJo/s320/029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6wSXvJDsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7YEworbQeYQ/s1600/bffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485015225839718082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6wSXvJDsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7YEworbQeYQ/s320/bffs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6yi4SY5hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tbL35KPj3bQ/s1600/singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485017708478653970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6yi4SY5hI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tbL35KPj3bQ/s320/singing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB62jKjANsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ekXfyYkddUM/s1600/class+of+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485022111426688706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB62jKjANsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ekXfyYkddUM/s320/class+of+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird to say that I am now an ELCA Graduate. Crazy. I don't think I've blogged since Pendleton, which was a good time. But there were many more great times this year. My senior year started out pretty rocky, and I thought I would never make it, but I totally did. I had a TON of growing and maturing to do, but God was good to me. He let me make my stupid choices, and then picked me up when I fell. He put people into my life that helped me, encouraged me, and let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget this year. I made friends with people I never thought I would make friends with, and I lost some that I never thought I would lose. But I also grew more than anything to love and respect the people at ELCA and the people who make ELCA possible. That place is a wonderful home and my class was my family. I love each person soooo much! The senior trip was when I realized that everyone was leaving and we would cease to exist as a family. I love each of them so much. It was crazy. I was reminded at Graduation that I could look to my right or left and I know their first, middle and last names, what sports they play, how many siblings they have, if their parents are divorced, their siblings and parents by name and what their favorite colors are. I'm going to miss these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8971377130160735407?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8971377130160735407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8971377130160735407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8971377130160735407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8971377130160735407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-graduation.html' title='Post Graduation'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/TB6yjpFZW6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hKhdU3GSuHw/s72-c/hj+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-1673991541235180487</id><published>2010-03-04T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T08:33:58.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Not Exactly Broadway</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't want to make it sound like I'm not having fun, because that would be a total lie. I AM having fun. Really. Aside from all the basketball games where we are having to constantly stand and cheer in the student section, and the constant throbbing in my head from the sound of basketballs on the court, everything is perfect. :) haha. I guess basketball just isn't my passion, which, if any of you reading this didn't already know this, then I probably don't know you. But I love people who are passionate, and seeing all the girls on my team totally come alive and show their dedication and heart towards this game, has been really fun. I just feel so honored to be included in this excitement. Hannah Jo and I woke up early today and went with Mr. Cowan and Alex to see Scio play. It was actually pretty fun. Hannah and I totally gave Joe and Alex a hard time. I don't know, it's actually been a really good experience. Lots of basketball. And I'm not too annoyed with basketball at this point. I think i can go another two days. I have to admit, I'm kind of bitter that this fell on this week, because I got free tickets to NNU's production of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oklahoma &lt;/span&gt;which I'm pretty sure would have been the bomb-digitty to attend, but whatever. This is fun too. Not exactly Broadway, but it'll do.  :) Pray for us as we take on St. Mary's tomorrow!! Go Eagles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah wanted me to mention to all of you that I tried to actually make it Broadway at Burger King today. I decided, after not thinking it through of course, that I should dance and sing "Matchmaker" from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiddler on the Roof.  &lt;/span&gt;Things did not end well. I went to do my finale, and i threw my hands back, but as I was  doing that, a lady decided that she would try to "sneak" by me with a full cup of soda.  I ended up red-faced, cleaning up a HUGE mess as the team laughed hysterically. Wow. Looks like maybe Broadway isn't such a great idea. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-1673991541235180487?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/1673991541235180487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=1673991541235180487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1673991541235180487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1673991541235180487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-exactly-broadway.html' title='Not Exactly Broadway'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5437921287673924575</id><published>2010-03-01T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:51:43.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>P-Town Bound!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know it's been a long time. Eventually I will go back and talk about the past few months, but for now I want to be excited for this week!! OMW!! For the first time in 9 years, East Linn Lady Eagles are headed to Pendleton!! Wow!!! I'm so stoked!! I remember the feeling, when we were at Pilot Rock and I realized that we were going to win the game, it was the greatest feeling in the world. I suddenly felt so at peace about not going to state in choir (momentarily) haha. Hannah Jo and I made a pact that we would be the first people that we would hug when we won. So the minute the buzzer rang, we sprinted at each other, and they started playing "chariots of fire" (just kidding) and we collided. Ha- it was not graceful in any shape or form. We seriously hit really really hard. It was really painful, but I didn't care because I was soooooooo happy! Anyway, I'm so stoked about this week. It's gonna be a great week. Stressful as crap, but fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5437921287673924575?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5437921287673924575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5437921287673924575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5437921287673924575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5437921287673924575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2010/03/p-town-bound.html' title='P-Town Bound!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-393581855477249259</id><published>2009-11-11T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:48:19.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>I realized today how easy it is to just throw your life away with one stupid choice. I realized today that people do that all the time. And that's why people never really make it out of their teen years. One stupid mistake and the girl who had an exciting basketball future at UCLA lined up for her, gets pregnant, and it's all over. A young man who was tired of fighting the endless battles in life on his own, and puts a gun in his mouth. A girl who decides that she knows better than everyone else and decides to try life on her own. Throwing away her high school career and destined to work at some fast food place for the rest of her life. What I learned today was how easy it is to make those mistakes. They're everywhere. They're in like almost every choice you make. Why is it so easy to completely destroy your life, and can do it in like 3 seconds. But then almost impossible to undo that damage? Life is completely unfair, if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-393581855477249259?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/393581855477249259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=393581855477249259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/393581855477249259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/393581855477249259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-2334769807722955694</id><published>2009-10-29T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:46:57.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Melting Days</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like the days just mesh and melt into other days. Like, the days aren't much different, but somewhere along the lines they have to change into new days because before you know it, you realize a whole month is gone? You know? I kind of have been feeling that way for whatever reason. Like, everyday is the same day over and over and over and over again. Not that it's always bad. Some moments are better than others. But for the most part you just feel like your life is just kind of one big blur and you're just sitting there, waiting for someday to have a goal, have a plan and make sense of it all. I was walking around East Linn yesterday afternoon and I came to realize how much I feel excruciatingly insignificant. You know? Like, is there really a purpose for us all? Is it going to matter, in ten or fifteen or twenty years, that I, Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barreto&lt;/span&gt;, walked through East Linn campus, and the school meant something to me. You know? Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gillson&lt;/span&gt; was telling me about how she had a realization today that Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin were actual people. They walked and talked and breathed and had the same struggles as everyone else around. And they, to the world, seem so much more significant. You know? I told Mrs. Grove about that feeling of absolute insignificance, and she was all talking about how that's how we SHOULD feel, and we should be so humble as to say that we are so insignificant. Ha! All I could do was laugh. Doesn't she know me well enough by now? I never been humble once before in my life--why would I start now? Okay, that was a joke. Anyway. That's kind of been on my mind lately. Like, why does it matter that I, Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barreto&lt;/span&gt; am going to be a part of the graduating class of 2010 at East Linn Christian Academy. That only means anything to me. You know? Like, even next year, who is going to care??? Not that I'm trying to say that I don't matter and that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and everything, that's not my point. I just find it very strange to think of how often I think of myself and I am always looking out for myself. I make plans for myself, I have dreams, goals, desires, and what does it all matter? I mean, beyond what it matters to me.... does that make any sense??? Anyway. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a form from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NNU&lt;/span&gt; for trying out for a music scholarship. I'm so stressed out. Like, first of all, which instrument do I audition or record? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aaaaand&lt;/span&gt;, what if I would rather just sing? Or just play the piano?? I mean, after all, it's not like I'm REALLY all that great at anything I do... it's just I do A LOT of different instruments and I have a lot of ability, but I'm not like AMAZING... so it's kind of stressful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aaaaand&lt;/span&gt;, if I try say that I'm an alto- am I really? Not that it'll make all that much of a difference, it's just that I've been singing Alto since like 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade because I read music and because I can harmonize and basically learn it myself and I don't have to have a lot of extra help so, I can teach others, while Mrs. Grove teaches the Sopranos the melody. Not that I'm saying I'm so good that I don't ever need help, that's not true, it's just that I know enough about music that usually I can pick it up pretty easily, and I don't have to work very hard to do it, and then the other humans in my section can learn it faster. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;..... I'm not an actual Alto. Like I don't have Megan Knox or Coleen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rydholm's&lt;/span&gt; true Alto voice, but I do okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe I'm just stressing too much about this. I talked to Kimi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kruesi&lt;/span&gt; about college and she was a great comfort. I found that I'm not the only human in the world freaking about college and she said that it's totally normal.  Which was really nice to hear, considering I have no idea where I really want to go, and what I really want to do. Like, I want to do something with music, and English and writing and maybe possibly like theater, but who knows. Just so many things to think about. I wish someone would just tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-2334769807722955694?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/2334769807722955694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=2334769807722955694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2334769807722955694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2334769807722955694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/10/melting-days.html' title='Melting Days'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-1915121552165892271</id><published>2009-10-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:02:30.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Rylee and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCC9ERV4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jpc8pMh0pv4/s1600-h/DSCF2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCC9ERV4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jpc8pMh0pv4/s400/DSCF2129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396018290807101314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan, Shelley and I were sold in the bondservant auction this year. We took a bunch of pictures for a slide show that was a failure, but at least the pics were fun to take. This picture was so much fun to take! Megan and Shelley decided to use my dollar-tree sward as a baton for their little race as i cheered on the side line! Lol. This was like take 105. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCCFKK6EI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LRNRDg_892M/s1600-h/DSCF2126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCCFKK6EI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LRNRDg_892M/s400/DSCF2126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396018275799459906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was fun because Megan and Shelley were both really really really scared to jump off. But I told them it was going to be fun! Shelley barely jumped and basically just hopped down. And Megan...  I don't know what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKE2zdI-SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jRsjrsHidqs/s1600-h/DSCF2147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKE2zdI-SI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jRsjrsHidqs/s400/DSCF2147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396021380603509026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCB1wpnRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7BpytdpSJOM/s1600-h/DSCF2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCB1wpnRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7BpytdpSJOM/s400/DSCF2149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396018271665888530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm about a week late announcing my nephew's birthday. He tuned ONE YEAR OLD last Friday. It's hard to believe that it's already been a year. He is turning into one beautiful boy. It's been sooo exciting to watch him grow. Just look how cute he is!!!!! He's finally kind of walking and he's not really saying anything except for "BABA" which is soooo cute. Because he will just say it back and forth with you. He also does a lot of random jibber-jabber which is soooo cute! He apparently can say dog sometimes, but I've never seen it done. He'll soon be saying "Aunt Christina" which is going to be amazing! I love this little guy so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recorded this video he decided to stop talking.. so I'm sorry. But at least you kind of get the idea. Once he starts saying me name, I'll let you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f06077d17dfc6370" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df06077d17dfc6370%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2783F83C88B3405BD9B30F742F52C78B82CF3FA5.34D5B1BC184759B04397875E6A9B3F6635E2642F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df06077d17dfc6370%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKblwUzqGSydz7zvdSyAe2Rs6DYc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df06077d17dfc6370%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330382768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2783F83C88B3405BD9B30F742F52C78B82CF3FA5.34D5B1BC184759B04397875E6A9B3F6635E2642F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df06077d17dfc6370%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKblwUzqGSydz7zvdSyAe2Rs6DYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-1915121552165892271?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/1915121552165892271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=1915121552165892271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1915121552165892271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1915121552165892271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/10/rylee-and-friends.html' title='Rylee and Friends'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SuKCC9ERV4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jpc8pMh0pv4/s72-c/DSCF2129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-795308471459175725</id><published>2009-10-04T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:36:56.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Senior Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4490a-seniors-blu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4490a-seniors-blu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4271-comp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4271-comp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4376a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4376a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4292b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4292b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4435a-urb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4435a-urb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4433a-lveth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4433a-lveth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_4499a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4499a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these guys were some of my favorites... but Mrs. Van Essen did a SUPER fabulous job! Obviously. Anyway, let me know what you think! I'm pretty sure you will be able to see them bigger if you click on them, btw. Oh, and some things you didn't know about these pics... umm.. the first one was my genie idea after we were pretty much done and I was just messing around. The third one, where I am laying on the ground with the microphone, was SUUUUUPPER awkward because I was trying to smile and look up without a double chin-- it took some serious skills! The next one after that is basically my favorite because of the cross in the background which I didn't know was going to be in the pic, and it worked out GREAT! The next one is the one where I am being serious, and it's pretty decent I suppose, but I think I'm about to start laughing. Goodness, it's hard to do those sober pics with your best friend there and someone taking a picture! Ummm... the one where I'm wearing the white shirt is actually me in a Johnny Depp shirt, but you can't tell, which sucks... oh and that is the same tree Logan used for his senior pic for the yearbook...you can draw your own conclusions on that one.... :) lol. The last one was just fun, obviously. But suuuper cute. And please ignore the bad words written in orange over it. It didn't always say that, but just when we took the pic.... but it wasn't us, I promise. :) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she did a GREAT job and I'm very happy. :) If you care to see the slide show, well you &lt;a href="http://www.photodex.com/sharing/viewalbum.html?alb=154592"&gt;CAN!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-795308471459175725?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/795308471459175725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=795308471459175725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/795308471459175725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/795308471459175725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/10/senior-pics.html' title='Senior Pics!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z76/dvanessen/Christina/th_DSC_4490a-seniors-blu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-7487127588674853621</id><published>2009-10-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:50:21.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Misty Edwards is the Bomb!</title><content type='html'>Sooooo... I put this link to "You Wont Relent" on here becasue it's awesome and I think it's a great reminder to me that God wants all of us. Every last part, and He wont relent until he has it all. Anyway, I fell in love with Misty Edwards' music this past summer, and I highly recommend listening to her if you haven't yet! It's soooo great and I love love love her voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kSORuAwwXD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kSORuAwwXD/aus=false/" height="110" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=kSORuAwwXD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=kSORuAwwXD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=kSORuAwwXD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=kSORuAwwXD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/kSORuAwwXD/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/s9BQtAQ/music/6LjyXeRE/misty-edwards-you-wont-relent-seal/"&gt;You Wont Relent (Seal) - Misty Edwards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-7487127588674853621?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/7487127588674853621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=7487127588674853621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7487127588674853621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7487127588674853621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/10/misty-edwards-is-bomb.html' title='Misty Edwards is the Bomb!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3803186637202393359</id><published>2009-10-02T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:55:45.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Song</title><content type='html'>So, in Viva Voce we are going to try to sing this song, because it would be a freaking blast. It's called Trashin' the Camp, by N'sync and it's from Tarzan... it's the first song in the sidebar, and I hope you all LOVE it, because it's going to be freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElB1C4C2sxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ElB1C4C2sxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3803186637202393359?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3803186637202393359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3803186637202393359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3803186637202393359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3803186637202393359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-song.html' title='New Song'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6786342269060541851</id><published>2009-09-20T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:47:17.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ahhh I love weekends!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty full day. I woke up pretty early and kind of just layed around, but then the creative writing club went to the Saturday market in Eugene and had a BLAST!! I was kind of cold and wet, but it was fun. I saw a lot of things that I wanted, but I don't think I ended up going back to get them. I kind of forgot about them when there was a bit of drama and trauma among the group. I tried some weird tasting foods, almost bought an amazingly beautiful skirt that I wanted sooooo bad but didn't fit me. The lady gave me her card, so I may give her a jingle so I can have her make one for me. :) Aaaaand, there was a lady there who made these cool mirror things with different cartoons of movie pics on the front. They were sooo cool. And she had a bunch of flasks. It's sooo weird that those are coming back, by the way. So yes, she also gave me her card and I'm going to have her make me a Buffy. Devon bought one that was a bunch of women superheros and there was one of Buffy, but it wasn't enough Buffy for me. Then I also saw this cool guy playing the Chinese flutes that were really pretty and pretty sounding. I played around with one for a moment, but wasn't any good. I wish I could learn every instrument in the world and then just sit on the corner of the street or on a park bench or whatever and just play. That guy was my favorite. He was really sweet and really informative. He told me all about the history of the flutes and about all the different keys they are in. I'm pretty sure if I bought one, it would be in C major/Am. So yeah, the market was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the school, East Linn was playing in the tournament still, and they were kicking butt, so I watched for a while. Taylor and I played "The Most Addictive Game" on his ipod touch. I basically sucked at it. His best time was like 25 seconds and mine was 17.96 (Which means I'm average) Haha. Then I went to Mrs. Van Essen's office and looked at the senior pics she took of me. They turned out great! I was really excited. Then it was off to Haley's 17th birthday party/dance. It was a blast. A LOT of dancing. I'm getting too old for this. I didn't know this but apparently I'm a good dancer. According to Katie Latimer and Jayden Bontrager and other random people I'm very "smooth" whatever that means.What can I say, my hips don't lie. Hahahahaha. It made for a crazy fun ending to an super great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6786342269060541851?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6786342269060541851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6786342269060541851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6786342269060541851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6786342269060541851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh-i-love-weekends.html' title='Ahhh I love weekends!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5645855143906635156</id><published>2009-09-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:47:55.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm sooooo glad it's friday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday!&lt;/span&gt; I guess I have been really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; lately. I found out today that something a friend and I had been "joking" about tuned out to be really hurtful to that person. I felt awful. I never meant any harm and it was "only a joke", or at least I thought. Karla Pearson told me one time that there is some truth to every joke, and up until now, I didn't really agree with her. I always thought that as long as YOU knew you were joking that automatically they would know. And as long as things were being said in the context of a "joke" then it was okay to say. I guess my sarcasm can get me in just as much trouble as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;non sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; try to work on this, and I'm sorry my last two posts have been so down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5645855143906635156?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5645855143906635156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5645855143906635156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5645855143906635156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5645855143906635156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sooooo-glad-its-friday.html' title='I&apos;m sooooo glad it&apos;s friday!!!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3556893702141332497</id><published>2009-09-17T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:30:22.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologies&lt;/span&gt; to Danae &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cowan&lt;/span&gt;. I always forget that you and Kyle are cousins, and I'm sorry for ripping him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apart&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. You are just both so different it's crazy no one would have ever guessed you are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we took care of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scheduling&lt;/span&gt; issue. Although we worked out a compromise, I'm still not as happy as I would like to be. Instead of doing PE, I'm doing weight lifting, 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; period, which is JUST the class I barely got out of last year. :( So yeah, now I'm doing that, but because Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Reister&lt;/span&gt; told me one thing about PE requirements in the beginning, they are letting me only do one semester of Weight lifting, and then counting my basketball  years as my other semester. Which, okay, clearly, that is better than having to drop choir, and it's also better than having to lose one of my other electives for the entire year. Yes, that does mean that I am no longer doing that speech class, which, just yesterday I started to enjoy. But whatever. I guess we can't have everything in life. Right? I tried to go back and argue it today after school, but I knew I wasn't getting anywhere and just gave up.  Oh well. One more year of high school. That's all I have. I can do it! Although, the more I think about that, the more I just want to burst into tears. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; sad!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yes, I am glad that I don't have to take an entire year of that stupid class, and I CAN do choir. So, I suppose we should all be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3556893702141332497?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3556893702141332497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3556893702141332497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3556893702141332497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3556893702141332497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-apologies-to-danae-cowan.html' title=''/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5289487397849483890</id><published>2009-09-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:21:28.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I WILL NOT!!</title><content type='html'>So today was the last day to change out class schedules at school. I thought I would go and ask the new academic adviser if I was going to be able to be qualified to graduate in about nine months. According to him, everything was ship shape. This was until I realized that my friend Taylor couldn't be in choir due to PE that he never took. I realized that I haven't done it in high school either. But, I was told my freshman year by the old academic adviser that if I played a varsity sport, and I was instead doing choir that it was totally cool, and they would count my sports as PE classes. That is why I didn't worry about it all of high school. Last year when I had the extra class period, I used it to assist the music teacher in both her junior high band and choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went back to the office. I wanted to talk to the old academic advisor and reiterate what she had told me three years ago. But noooooo the school secretaries sat there and refused to let me speak to her, because apparently she has no control of scheduling or anything like that anymore and if we need to talk to some one, we HAD to talk to the new advisor! Ah Hah! I was like "watch me!" okay, I didn't say that, but I definitely thought it. Anyway, I sat there calmly and waited for my turn to talk to the new one. FINALLY I talked to him, and I asked him about . He is totally aggravating me here, and I hope he could tell. I wanted to punch him is his crap lousy face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo....Am I going to have to take PE at all? I ask with a hint of hope in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you haven't taken it in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... well, no, I've been doing choir. (A&lt;em&gt;s you would have known, had you ACTUALLY looked at my schedule and credit history like you said you did )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh you're one of THOSE, he says, as if I was of an entirely new breed of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop dead&lt;/em&gt;, I think, smiling politely not to piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're going to have to have a credit of PE this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what does that mean? I ask calmly because I know he EXPECTED me to fly off the handle and start freaking out as "old christina" would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have 7th period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're going to have to drop that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. FREAKING. WAY. Um.... I ask, calmly again, well, what about high school sports, I was told in the beginning, that if I played a varsity sport, it could be considered part of my PE credits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... not any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed. I wanted to pick him up and throw him out the window. If I were Buffy, I would have driven a wooden stake into his heart. But instead I made an appointment to figure this out tomorrow (because he had a meeting to go to), then I got up, left the room, and waited to be safely in Devon's class room to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in ensemble, after the meeting, I told my choir director what was going on. She flipped out, and had a conversation with the "old academic adviser", which is really the one I wanted to talk to. The new one is completely clueless apparently. While she was there, I talked Mr. Hill, because I like him SOOOO much more than the other guy. Anyway, he was totally on my side, and realized that they told me this because they didn't have the gym yet when I was a freshmen, so they hadn't made those requirements. So, I SHOULD be exempt from these rules. However, my choir director now has a meeting with the new and the old academic advisers and the athletic director tomorrow. I'm stressed out, but I keep telling myself it's going to be okay. Although, I really don't trust this new guy, so who knows. I don't understand why they would go and change this on me, and not let me know. The old adviser's words were "if you are helping to further the music department then we will allow you to use your sports as credits" this was the year when Jenni Grove was there for her first entire year, and the music program was the focus. Anyway. It just makes me mad. It better be sorted out tomorrow, or I really will stake that guy. Okay. Maybe not, but I will probably continue to have homicidal thoughts about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5289487397849483890?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5289487397849483890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5289487397849483890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5289487397849483890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5289487397849483890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-not.html' title='I WILL NOT!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-1469425542886567837</id><published>2009-09-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:03:51.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was my last day of working out on the farm. It was really hard. I didn't know how to feel. I spent soooo much of my summer out there. I brought donuts for them in the morning to make things a little easier on them. I just know how hard it must have been on them. :) Haha. I had a good day though. I just know I'm going to miss all he hours of measure plants this year, and when I'm having a bad day I will look back on all the good times I had this summer. These are my favorite 10 memories from the farm:&lt;br /&gt;10.)digging up potatoes with Erin and Lindsey A.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Lindsey B. teaching me how to drive the Toro&lt;br /&gt;8.)Listening to books on CD with the Lindseys&lt;br /&gt;7.)Killing the bees&lt;br /&gt;6.)teaching Lindsey B. "vocabulary" words such as: melancholy, mundane, methodical and monopoly. Hahaha. Good times. "That's rude!"&lt;br /&gt;5.)Hight notes with the Lindseys&lt;br /&gt;4.)Cleaning out Virginia's office and finding out that the air freshener makes noises! Haha. That was soooo freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;3.)Washing the poatriv. with the Lindseys&lt;br /&gt;2.)Going to Wing Ming for the PVP celebration!And naming the dutch bros. Guy&lt;br /&gt;"The Big Yellow one is The Sun" and having all our little picnics in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;1.)Collecting seed from the Annual Rye grass the time when Ross' dog came over and LindseyB. chased after her and had to pick her up and carry her all the way back and dump her over the fence. Then Lindsey B. jumping the fence to get raspberries. :) mmm... those were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I hate making those kinds of lists, because there were soooo0 many great days. I will never forget the time when I thought I was going to be fired because I asked Erin a question and Virgina made a joke back to me and I didn't know it was a joke and I almost wet my pants. I will never forget all the times where we were suuuuper tired and random things came out of our mouths that we still laugh about to this day. Haha. Like" I hate it when people says things wrong" Haha. Nice. Pride comes before a fall, right? I will never forget all the drama and trauma that Lindsey B. told us complete with all the hilarious dialogue. Or her inability to use any other words besides "That's rude" haha. Or they all made fun of how many times in a sentence I say the word "like" that was soooo annoying. Good times. I also enjoyed many times having discussions with Lindsey A. about Jesus Christ, and asking her questions about her mission trip to South America. I learned a lot from her, she is very wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am talking about all the good times, know that there were some very boring days. The first few weeks were very boring. I brought my ipod and listened to sermons, so that was good. I learned a lot from being by myself for a long time. I learned how to appreciate small things. :) My prayer life increased quite a bit, and I was able to spend a lot of time with God. Not that it all ended when the Lindseys got out of school, but I AM glad I had that time to myself. I did grow quite a bit. But there were days where it was just sooo boring. I was literally falling asleep while listening to a book on CD with a narrator with a monotone voice, while counting clovers. Or cleaning seed or measuring PVP stuff. Wow, there were some bad days, but it's the good days that I want to remember and that will bring me back there on Christmas break and spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I'm not excited for school. I really am. I think God has great things in store for this year. I know he has been moving in a lot of lives this summer, mine included, and I'm excited to see what He has planned. I realize that for many reasons, this year is going to be the most difficult for me. But I know that there is nothing that I cannot do with God as my strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-1469425542886567837?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/1469425542886567837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=1469425542886567837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1469425542886567837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1469425542886567837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/09/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4473452238593662248</id><published>2009-09-03T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:10:12.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Student Orientation/Picture Day</title><content type='html'>Today, I knew I was going to be stressed. So I took the day off work. I was of course, happy to do this, but now I kind of wish I would have just gone to work. Because now instead of being at work and being worried about my senior pics, I have to be at home, trying to focus on my online classes and am distracted and worried. I knew it would happen. I went to bed late last night, so I could sleep in. But instead, I woke up at the same time and just pretended to be asleep. I hate that. Then finally around nine I went to student orientation. I hate that part of school. It's like the day that you know that summer is over. Don't get me wrong, I am excited about school, I do actually like school. I know, I'm a nerd, and I have always said that I hate it, but the truth is, I can't imagine what life will be like when I don't get to go to school. Right now, my life is sooooo easy. I live at home, I am fed, I don't have any bills, and basically I get to run my life. Now, in about 10 years, I hope to be married, have kids and be a teacher. But, who knows, right? Anyway, orientation was actually decent today. CJ, Taylor, Megan, Haley and I sang our rendition of the Journey song, &lt;em&gt;Don't Stop Believing&lt;/em&gt;. It totally drives me crazy that SOME people insist on waiting til the last second for EVERYTHING. I am a perfectionist when it comes to music, even when it's just supposed to be "for fun". I hate it when you lose a basketball game or whatever and people are like "Well, did you have fun??" Seriously, nobody goes and plays basketball to "have fun" if you're totally passionate about it. You CAN have fun, but usually the fun comes when you win, or when you knew you played as hard as you could and it was enjoyable. "Well, if you had fun, then that's all that matters" BA HAHAHA! Yeah right! Never in life are you going to WANT to lose. Everyone plays to win, weather they admit it or not. Now, I realize that the song we performed was just "for fun" but even in a pick-up game of basketball, nobody is out there walking around just goofing off (for the most part) they are still in it to win. I just don't understand how people who are so "passionate" about music be so lazy. It just doesn't make sense to me. It seems to me, that even when it is "just for fun" you would still try your hardest so that you feel good about it, and then it IS fun. But hey, what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm leaving in about an hour to go and get my pics done. I am soooo nervous, but I know it's ridiculous. It's JUST senior pictures. It's not a HUGE deal, but for some reason, it is for me. I know I shouldn't be freaked. Mrs. Van Essen is doing them and she's a genie. Or, as her daughter put it, "My mom can make ANYONE look good" haha. Thanks. Well, I'm off to do my hair and make up. Pray for me!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4473452238593662248?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4473452238593662248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4473452238593662248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4473452238593662248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4473452238593662248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/09/student-orientationpicture-day.html' title='Student Orientation/Picture Day'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3403758298314170283</id><published>2009-08-31T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:15:48.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Monday of Work!!!</title><content type='html'>Today felt great! I was sooo happy that I don't have another Monday ever again this summer!!! Wooo hoo! It was also probably the most fun I've had at work. It seemed like it took forever to get over because we were outside all day in the "hot" sun for the first time ever, but I just reminded myself that I wasn't going to have to work another Monday again this summer, and that cheered me up. Buuuut, it was fun because both Lindseys and I worked together all day. Well, that's not true. I actually didn't start outside until after the first break, after I finished the seed I was cleaning. We were sorting the six and twelve packs of grass into their different species, and cutting the roots off the bottoms of the trays and trimming, so they could come out easily when they went to plant them in the feild, blah blah. Anyway, it was really fun. I was sitting there quoting Dumb an Dumber like nonstop, Lindsey Bellinger was upset because she didn't want to be there, so she wasn't concentrating and often did something hallarious or just dumb, which equaled hallarious. :) And Lindsey Aitkin was trying to calm down the circus and make us focus and do something right. Haha. Ooooh, and while we were working, we were getting attacked by wasps, which I think made it that much more fun! haha. Anyway, I descovered that my calling in life is to chop up bees with scissors. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I freaking rock at it! :) Yup, and then we also killed them with RAID, and that was also really fun. Oh, and we went to Dutch Brothers again at lunch, we go, like two or three times a week, and this time the guy we nick-named "The Big Yellow One is the Sun" didn't ask us if we were on our way to the lake to soak up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, I'm not so sure I mentioned that. We always go there, and the guy ALWAYS asks if we are going to the lake, blah blah. He has GOT to have figured it out by now. No, we come on our lunch break, and we go back to work after lunch. DUH. Like we do EVERY FREAKING TIME, and tell him EVERY FREAKING TIME. :) Clearly Dutch Bros. isn't hiring people for their IQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3403758298314170283?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3403758298314170283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3403758298314170283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3403758298314170283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3403758298314170283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-monday-of-work.html' title='Last Monday of Work!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5453545468629091579</id><published>2009-08-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:35:07.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>Today, at work there were some important visitors from Meridian Idaho. My boss was freaking out and we had to totally clean everything up for them. The cleaning started yesterday, and this morning was funny. When I trim the little plants, I always have a bucket there to let the trimmings drop into, but this time, we had to sweep everything up after that too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aaaaand&lt;/span&gt;, I got to do the honors of sweeping the entire big greenhouse. It SUCKED. Today, while the visitors were in Virginia's office, we had to be really quiet. I had to tip-toe upstairs and down, and I took off my shoes when I got upstairs, careful to not make any noise, Lindsey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aitkin&lt;/span&gt; and I were totally bummed that this meant that we had to cancel our tap dancing routine for the day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. No, it was really not too bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buuuut&lt;/span&gt; the worse part, is at our 10:00 break, when Virginia joined us for break. She said the visitors were from Meridian, and she didn't know where that was, and did any of us know where it was? I almost burst into tears, because I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THERE RIGHT NOW!!! My family was supposed to travel to Boise, well, Meridian to where my aunt lives, and stay for about a week, while checking out future colleges for me, and school shopping and just hanging out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buuuut&lt;/span&gt;, there were some issues that came up that thwarted that. So, much to my dismay, I had to work all week, and then those humans showed up from Meridian and I wanted to punch them. All though, I did feel really bad for them, because I know how long of a drive that is, and they got there around like 8:30, which means they must have left there a little after midnight. Wow, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have my senior pictures on Thursday, and I'm totally stressed about them because I always look like poop in important pictures. I just know something BAD is going to happen, like I'm going to break a nail or something, so I'm going to look like a loser in the piano ones. Or, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; going to catch my hair on fire the night before, and end up having to cut it, and wear my hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suuuper&lt;/span&gt; short for pics. I had a dream about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy it rained today. Because, not only did it smell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suuuuper&lt;/span&gt; yummy, but I didn't have to ride my bike to the shop to meet my dad! :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt;! Well it's mostly a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt;" after yesterday's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fiasco&lt;/span&gt;, with a crazy half way drunk guy on a bike chasing after me. Seriously, it freaked me out. I thought I was going to die. Fortunately, I had Devon's words locked away in my brain, that trying to capture me would be like trying to grab onto a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tornado&lt;/span&gt;. And, now that I think about that, that may have been rude, but I thought she meant because of my cat-like reflexes and because I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;suuuper&lt;/span&gt; fast and he wouldn't be able to hold onto me. My dad always joked about how if I got kidnapped, it wouldn't matter, because they would probably have me for like 30 seconds and then bring me straight back. Wow, now that I think of THAT, that was RUDE too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jeeeezzzz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year starts in like 10-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; days. Good grief. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; not ready to not be at East Linn. That place is home to me. I know I have griped and complained about it, but really. I don't know where I would be without that place. Everyone there is forgiving and loving, and especially the faculty. Someday, I will give back to East Linn, and thank them for everything they've done for me. Someday, I will do something to make up for all the crap I gave them. I looked online for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tentative&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; this year, and I think this year's going to be very interesting. I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; what I am doing for my other elective, besides choir, obviously. Right now I am signed up for the speech/drama class but who knows. I am kind of rethinking that. I would also like to have a free period where I could have study hall or be a TA or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm so glad it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. It has been a very long week, and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; ready for this weekend. I think I'm going to the zoo tomorrow with some friends, but who knows. With Megan, you never know what's really going to happen. And that's exactly why I love that girl!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5453545468629091579?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5453545468629091579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5453545468629091579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5453545468629091579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5453545468629091579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/08/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4684938117357953011</id><published>2009-08-23T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:56:09.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulda Coulda Woulda :(</title><content type='html'>So, as the summer is coming to a close, I will sadly go over the things that I didn't get to do this summer that I was FOR SURE going to do this summer:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ride the train to Washington to visit Mogie Pogie&lt;br /&gt;2.) Jump off Larwood Bridge with Mogie&lt;br /&gt;3.) Go with KP to Seattle for a shopping trip.... who knows... there is still time... :)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Eat ice cream upside down on monkey bars&lt;br /&gt;5.) Finally suck it up and get my license haha, that's not happening soon!&lt;br /&gt;6.) Try out for a musical at ACT (albany civic theater)&lt;br /&gt;7.) Get voice lessons&lt;br /&gt;8.) Read Jane Ayer&lt;br /&gt;9.) Help out with the soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;10.) Go to Prince Edward Island and meet Anne of Green Gables and walk with her through "Lovers Lane" and the "White Way of Delight" and swim with her in "The Lake of Shining Waters" ...ah well... next summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4684938117357953011?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4684938117357953011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4684938117357953011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4684938117357953011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4684938117357953011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoulda-coulda-woulda.html' title='Shoulda Coulda Woulda :('/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5793882512081099242</id><published>2009-08-20T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:00:53.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note...</title><content type='html'>Just a little note for my little Danae-Nay, so she knows I'm still alive:&lt;br /&gt; I love you Danae! Thanks for always reading! :) I've been praying for you, and I hope this post makes you smile! :) Have a FANTASTIC day! Keep Smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5793882512081099242?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5793882512081099242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5793882512081099242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5793882512081099242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5793882512081099242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-note.html' title='Just a note...'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5604694772736974771</id><published>2009-08-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:52:08.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Crew!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SoDokl02TVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zB0hr1ug_4M/s1600-h/small0003.JPG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SoDokl02TVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zB0hr1ug_4M/s400/small0003.JPG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a picture of all the cool people I get to hang out with every day at work... well, chelsie, the second girl in just left us recently. She went to grad. school, I believe in Colorado somewhere. And her brother, Brad, who is standing directly behind her, is leaving on Friday for the University of Idaho. He will be a sophomore this year. Good luck to him! :) I suppose since I introduced those two, I will introduce the rest of the crew. Erin, is on the end. She's sweet and spunky and one of the most intelligent people I have ever met in my entire existence. She is pretty funny when you get her one-on-one. I just love her. Next is Chelsie. She's pretty cool, also very smart. Then Brad is behind her, he's also very smart. He's going to school to be a engineer and is going to make bank. :) Then in front of him to the right is Lindsey Aitkin. She's also freaking funny and a joy to be around. I just love her. She is inspirational and is just an all around great girl. She will be traveling to Chile to be with her Chilian boyfriend in September, and hopefully come home engaged :) She's soooo much fun!Then behind her to her right is Virginia. This woman is officially THE MOST INTELLIGENT woman I have ever met. She's sooooo smart, and I just look up to her and respect that about her soooo much! She is super nice, and has a big heart. The only downfall is that she LOVES cats, and owns 4 of them at the farm. But I am very honored to work for this woman. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to work for. Then in front of her is Lindsey Bellinger. This girl, I have had the honor of knowing all my life. She is HYSTERICAL. I'm sure you have all heard stories about this one. She's is just a joy to be around. She makes it very interesting out on the farm. She is constantly our comic relief. She's got a GREAT sense of humor. I just LOVE this girl, and she is the reason that we don't go insane around there :) haha. Next, is obviously me, and behind me is Antonio. He is very quiet but very nice. He speaks very little English, so things get very interesting. Like, the other day when he was trying to get my attention, and I had my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SoDpm1_1ciI/AAAAAAAAAOI/haOXPEvRCuk/s1600-h/small0006.JPG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SoDpm1_1ciI/AAAAAAAAAOI/haOXPEvRCuk/s400/small0006.JPG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368547609364754978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;headphones on, he was like jumping up and down making noises flailing his arms about. It was soooo cute :) hahaha. I just love this picture of all of us girls. We had such a great time when we were doing all the measuring (aka PVP) we just had a blast! I don't know why Lindsey B likes seed cleaning so much. I just loved hanging out with these three all day long. It was a BLAST!!!!!!It's crazy to think that all of this will be over in a couple of weeks. At the beginning of the summer it seemed like forever, but really it's gone by soooo quickly. I have enjoyed it very much. This is definitely and experience that I will want to have again. I cannot wait for PVP next summer! I know that sounds nerdy, and if Lindsey B is reading this, I'm sure she's puking, but really, it was a blast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5604694772736974771?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5604694772736974771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5604694772736974771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5604694772736974771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5604694772736974771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/08/crew.html' title='The Crew!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SoDokl02TVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zB0hr1ug_4M/s72-c/small0003.JPG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-2770379320104507689</id><published>2009-08-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:22:24.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When God Speaks</title><content type='html'>Isn't it crazy how God speaks to us when in way that we least expect it?The past month or so, God has really been speaking to me. I was at a point where I didn't think that I was able to be used for Him and that He was just not interested in me. He soon pointed out to me that it was ME that wasn't interested, and ME that was running from him. I began to read the Word and to just be in constant prayer and realized how much God can use you, and begin to change you from within.I have realized how important it is to read the Word. I have had countless times in the past month or so, where I have had the right verse in my head at the right time, and it's be FANTASTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been convicted of many things. One of these things has been realizing what I put into my mind. I have for so long just read whatever seemed interesting to me. I realized that it's true, what you put INTO your mind is what comes out. That has been my conviction, and I have really been praying about what it is I read. And even the music that I listen to. As everyone who knows me, knows that I am totally and irrevocably passionate about music. And so many times I find myself singing songs that would not be glorifying to the Lord, so I have been trying to not do that as part of my obedience to the Lord. I love the songs "Beloved" and "By Your Side" both of which are by Tenth Avenue North. They bring me to tears, every time I hear these songs. If you haven't heard these songs, you totally NEED TO ... I put them on my sidebar for you all to hear... PLEASE listen to them. And I'm going to make it very easy for you all and write the lyrics to these songs here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beloved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love of my life, look deep in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There you will find what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me your life, the lust and the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The past you're afraid I might see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've been running away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're my beloved, lover I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Death shall not part us, it's you I died for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For better or worse, forever we'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our Love it unites us; and it binds you to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love of my life, look deep in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There you will find what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm the giver of life, I'll clothe you in white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My immaculate bride you will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh come running home to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're my beloved, lover I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Death shall not part us, it's you I died for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For better or worse, forever we'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our love unites us, and it binds you to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well you've been a mistress, my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chasing lovers, it won't satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Won't you let me make you my bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will drink of my lips and you'll taste new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're my beloved, lover I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Death shall not part us, it's you I died for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For better or worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; forever we'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our love it unites us and it binds you t me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Megan and I were just talking this morning about how our relationship with God is a marriage, and I LOVE this picture. It makes me feel so loved, so desired and just so wanted. It's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By Your Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are you striving these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are you crying? Let me lift up your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just don’t turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are you looking for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why are you still searching as if I’m not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To where will you go, child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tell me where will you run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To where will you run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ause I'll be by your side wherever you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the dead of night whenever you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And please don't fight these hands that are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah my hands are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look at these hands, and My side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I drank the world's sin so I could carry you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And give you life, I wanna give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I'll be by your side, wherever you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the dead of night whenever you call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And please don't fight, these hand that are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My hands are holding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That I, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the dead of night whenever you call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And please don't fight these hands that are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah My hands are holding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God's love is so amazing. I have experienced His grace this summer in ways that I cannot even explain. So many times throughout my life, I have tried to fill that God-shaped hole with different things,different people and finally I think I'm doing it right by giving HIM my all. It's been really hard, because I'm someone who always wants to be in control. I have been convicted day after day about this, because He wants me to allow Him to be in control, and that's hard. Because it means that I am weak, and I have recently just realized how true that is. I AM WEAK!!! But with Christ, I can do all things, because HIS grace is sufficient. But, that's not to say, that all my problems have been solved. I still struggle. I've realized that it's about DAILY and often times MOMENTARILY making that commitment to obey him, and to confess and repent when I screw up. I look in the mirror in the morning, and realize that I can at any point in the day screw up royally. I can make a decision so bad that even my grandchildren or maybe even their grandchildren could suffer for my decision. So I have to ask God constantly "God, give me wisdom"and "God, keep me humble."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-2770379320104507689?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/2770379320104507689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=2770379320104507689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2770379320104507689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2770379320104507689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-god-speaks.html' title='When God Speaks'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4554375092389615342</id><published>2009-07-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:53:25.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GS camp'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, It's been a while. I totally suck at being a friend right now because I owe Danae one blog post, two poems and a letter. My goodness. I better get on those right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going well at work. I actually find myself enjoying it quite a bit. I have made friends with my co-workers and it's been great fun. Some days it seems that we actually laugh harder than we work, and that's what makes it all worthwhile. AND I have some GREAT exciting news! I found a FOUR LEAF CLOVER!!! I know- I could hardly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it! But it's true. It was super duper exciting, and I'm not even like very into the whole "good luck- bad luck karma" thing, but I did offer up my thanksgiving to God! I was psyched! Anyway, about work, I don't mind the hours, it's nice when I have time after work to go to the Library to hang out before I have to meet my dad. There is this really sweet librarian that I just love seeing every time I go in there, and she's just the sweetest lady ever. She helped me find a bunch of new authors that would be good for me to read as well as fun to read. I told her that I was a Jodi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt; fan, and she tried to help me find some cleaner Christian authors that might have the same kinds of stuff that I may enjoy as well. Which I thought was very nice of her. So far, I am really enjoying the one by Terri Blackstock called &lt;em&gt;Double Minds.&lt;/em&gt; I like the writing style and how it just was so easy to get into, but I don't think I like the main character very much. She is so dramatic in an UN-Anne (Anne of Green Gables of course) way, and it annoys me. There was a murder and she was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aaaaaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! a murder!!!" Like, that wasn't the whole point of the book or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what else has happened... GIRL SCOUT CAMP!!! Oh my goodness, I can't believe I forgot to post about that!!! Well, the good news is that I think I still rank somewhere in the top favorite "PA"/ Adult there!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aaaand&lt;/span&gt; the bad new is that I'm not sure If I will be returning to that particular camp. I had a blast with the girls this year. Even the ones my age were a ton of fun. We camped all week at one of the leaders' house (because there was so much bickering going on with all the leaders and the adults that set the camp up, so we stayed away)-- and for the most part, it was very calm and drama and trauma-free. Well, until two little girls decided to be little brats, but they got sent home, so that was over fast. Not that it was that easy to send two campers home, but you do what you have to do right? Especially after you lay down the rules before hand and they know that they are to abide by them, then the cross the line and cross the line and suddenly find themselves in a heap of trouble.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; that sounds vaguely familiar. :) As you might remember &lt;a href="http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl-scout-camp.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was not pleasant because I almost got my eyeballs sucked out by a moth flying around in my camper. NOPE! Not this year. This year, because we were staying at the house, all the girls had tents in the back yard, but I slept in a bed!!! I got to shower whenever I liked, I had FLUSHING toilets. (No stupid best pots!) Aaand I got to wash and dry my clothes if I wanted to. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjegR20gI/AAAAAAAAANo/EGE89AAdI4o/s1600-h/downsized_0710091435.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjegR20gI/AAAAAAAAANo/EGE89AAdI4o/s1600-h/downsized_0710091435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361081782143209986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjegR20gI/AAAAAAAAANo/EGE89AAdI4o/s400/downsized_0710091435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one was my favorite Daisies. Her name was Lexie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; Cute! She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; the sweetest girl in like the whole world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZje0aLCMI/AAAAAAAAANw/nbSVE9JRybg/s1600-h/downsized_0710091428.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZje0aLCMI/AAAAAAAAANw/nbSVE9JRybg/s1600-h/downsized_0710091428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361081787546798274" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZje0aLCMI/AAAAAAAAANw/nbSVE9JRybg/s400/downsized_0710091428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over to the left is Sharon, who has the blond hair, Rose-with the red hair, and then Lexie and I again. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjegR20gI/AAAAAAAAANo/EGE89AAdI4o/s1600-h/downsized_0710091435.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjeN_yBnI/AAAAAAAAANY/ocL-8O8lE2I/s1600-h/downsized_0710090913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361081777235560050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjeN_yBnI/AAAAAAAAANY/ocL-8O8lE2I/s400/downsized_0710090913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the group(minus a few)that I spent my week with. The girl on the other side, her name was Katie Beth, and then the lady behind me was the camp program lady named Alma Gene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjeQiCOnI/AAAAAAAAANg/wUhrTY7VycM/s1600-h/0710090913b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361081777916099186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjeQiCOnI/AAAAAAAAANg/wUhrTY7VycM/s400/0710090913b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is when I turned Brandy into a vampire! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun! It's so stupid that Edward didn't really turn out to be the bad guy and then kill Bella. That was what I was rooting for!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, camp was a blast, well with the girls. But the adults were the annoying ones this year. I'm going to have to give it some serious prayer before I go back next year. So yeah. I will have to blog more some other time, when I'm not so tired and when my tummy doesn't hurt so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4554375092389615342?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4554375092389615342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4554375092389615342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4554375092389615342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4554375092389615342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SmZjegR20gI/AAAAAAAAANo/EGE89AAdI4o/s72-c/downsized_0710091435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-7314203904876688181</id><published>2009-06-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:41:41.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary things'/><title type='text'>I'm so glad it's friday!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. I got a bee stuck in my hair today. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; scary. I thought it was going to sting my entire head. I was out in the field gathering samples of grass to measure. It was nice and warm, but windy, but beautiful, so I was of course, singing to myself. I think I was actually singing "If I Were A Rich Man" from &lt;em&gt;Fiddler on The Roof.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, I was just minding my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; and then a bee just rammed right into my head. It was very rude. Then, he got himself stuck into my bun in my hair. And I was freaking out trying to get him out, and he was freaking out trying to get him out. It was crazy. I was so scared he was going to gobble me up. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I would go to brush him out, he would scream. Then I would scream. Finally after about an entire 2 minutes of this I took a deep breath and picked up my glove that I had thrown in a brief moment of terror and put it back on.  As I was doing this, the bee was also taking a deep breath and trying to figure out what to do (I know, because I could feel him moving around up there), then I reached up and felt around and ripped him out-- forgetting that he was attached to my hair, which &lt;em&gt;WAS&lt;/em&gt; attached to my head, and not I think I may be bald in that spot. Anyway, I threw him, I decided to spare his life, because I figured he was just as scared as I was. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nooooo&lt;/span&gt;, he came back for more. He was very angry and came back at my face, but I deflected him at the last second, as he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rocketing&lt;/span&gt; at my face at a million miles per hour. I hit him hard and he fell to the ground. It was very dramatic. I squished him and he was gone. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-7314203904876688181?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/7314203904876688181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=7314203904876688181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7314203904876688181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7314203904876688181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-glad-its-friday.html' title='I&apos;m so glad it&apos;s friday!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8977107123185413415</id><published>2009-06-22T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:37:46.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor me'/><title type='text'>Why did God make Mondays?</title><content type='html'>Eh. Today was not a good day. Well, it got better, but it started out bad. First I slept in like 10 minutes, which only giving myself 1/2 hour to get ready is not a good idea when this happens. Then I got to work, and everything seemed fine. Then I realized I didn't have to water all the plants the big green house. Lovely. (But now I have to tomorrow, yuck.) So anyway, I realized this and was happy for a moment. Then I remember that I left early Friday, not having finished the Perennial Rye grass, which is not good. Eh, last week, I started working on that, and after a day I realized I had some major allergies. My eyes got red and I sneezed like 90 thousand times and my nose bled it was awful. Erin told me that it was due to the PR was pollinating, so that was what was going on. Blah. So anyway, I had to start right away on that, which wasn't good because then the freshly picked leaves from last week were no longer fresh. They were nasty and hard and yucky. But that didn't matter, I had to go through two rows of that anyway. It was horrid and I broke so many different ends. It was miserable. Then Erin came and asked me to help Chelsie in the green house. My heart stopped. Literally, just kidding, I was so angry because I was so happy to not have to do that earlier. So I was on my way out there whistling, which happened to be "If I Only Had A Brain" from &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt;, and I was ready to do some watering. I grabbed my ipod out of my locker and was on my way. It was a great surprise when I found out that in fact, I wasn't watering, I was clipping! Which, now that I have found the perfect pair of scissors, isn't too bad. So I was happy. I found that clipping is only of my favorite jobs. It's not too boring, as everything else is, and at least I feel destructive. I began clipping happily, and singing along with my ipod. It was great. I was singing "If I only had a...&lt;em&gt;snip..[insert explicit language here]&lt;/em&gt; I just cut the wire from my head phones. I was soooo mad. I was livid, but it was my own fault, and it was kind of funny. I just had to laugh. And I don't know why. Out of anger and out of frustration, out of shock and just because I didn't know what else to do. But then it hit. I was going to have to face the rest of the day and it was only about 8:30... I still had a long 7 hours ahead of me. I was soooo mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the strawberries that I had for lunch were all over my lunch bag. Somehow, I didn't fully close the container that they were in when I left for work, so everything tasted like strawberries. GGGGGRRRR. Oh-- and I am completely sore from yesterday. My family went to Corvallis to an extended family gathering, and a bunch of us went to play softball at a local elementary school. Mom always said that it's fun until someone gets hurt. And I always retorted, yeah then it hilarious... unless that "someone" is me. I got hit in the shoulder with a line drive from my cousin who is probably 26, and it was clear out in left field. It hurts soooo bad every time I move it, but I can't figure out why there is no bruise. Everyone thought I was just being a wimp, but REALLY, it hurts. Not a good day. But here's the good news. Monday's almost over, and then it will be Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8977107123185413415?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8977107123185413415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8977107123185413415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8977107123185413415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8977107123185413415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/unfortunate-events.html' title='Why did God make Mondays?'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4149549370797899663</id><published>2009-06-14T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:12:32.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it ever get better?</title><content type='html'>Okay, So as most of you probably know, I started work this week. It was crazy. My summer is officially over. I go to bed early, and I get up early. I have no time for fun anymore. I have always made fun of Devon for wanting to be in bed every night at 8:00-8:30, but now I totally understand. Last year, I must have had more energy or something because this year, it's hard to roll myself out of bed. During the school year, everything that goes on isn't actually exhausting, maybe for you scholars it's mentally exhausting, but for the most part, that's about it. I come home everyday wanting to sleep and only sleep, and this weekend, nothing sounded better than just being at home. I don't want this, of course, I want the money, but do I want to ruin my summer? Is this what life is like for all the adults? This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done anything all that intersting, worth talking about. I have mainly been doing random things for now. I guess once harvest officially begins, it will be different, but for now, I have planted and transplanted, and cleaned, and watered, and clipped all sorts of different grasses. It will get better, but the good news is that I am allowed to have my handy dandy ipod-- for now. I hear that once we are in the field, they aren't allowed, so that should be interesting. I don't know how much I will be able to handle this. I will probably go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4149549370797899663?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4149549370797899663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4149549370797899663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4149549370797899663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4149549370797899663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-it-ever-get-better.html' title='Does it ever get better?'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4595045720449198962</id><published>2009-06-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:41:13.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>GLEE!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow! I am soooo excited for this fall when this show finally starts. I can't wait. I think our school should definitely have a Glee Club. The other day in Choir, we watched some of the random scenes that were on YouTube... here's the extended trailer and, my favorite, their song!It's going to be the bomb-digitty. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzWrnsASi3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzWrnsASi3c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLuWKEOUnlE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLuWKEOUnlE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4595045720449198962?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4595045720449198962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4595045720449198962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4595045720449198962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4595045720449198962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/glee.html' title='GLEE!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6079924288170038324</id><published>2009-06-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:12:48.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Junior Year is OVER!</title><content type='html'>I'm not even going to try to be optimistic... THIS YEAR SUCKED. Like really, there wasn't really anything good about this school year, looking back. I really didn't accomplish anything, I didn't learn any amazing life lessons, there wasn't a whole lot that happened that was good... well, except musicale. I noticed the other day that it seems that every year progressively gets worse. But next year, I want to have the best year ever. I HAVE to, it's my senior year, and it's going to change the world. Yesterday, two sophomores, Danae and Devon and I talked about college. It was the weirdest thing, it seems like it'should be SOOOOO far off, but really it's not, and unfortunatley I know it's going to go by REALLY fast. I don't want it to. As much as I gripe and complain about East Linn, I can't imagine not being there. It's home. Don't get me wrong, I realize that college is going to rock and that high school doesn't matter after that, but I'm not ready for it not to matter. I still want to be a kid, and in no way am I ready to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to go to a very large college, I figure if I can not matter, and can easily evaporate into the sea of college humans, then my life will be easy. I wont be known for anything, and I won't be like super competitive and hurt when it doesn't happen the way I want it. And, i wont be like known for every little thing I do wrong. But after talking with Danae and Devon, I think I am going to consider a small school too. I don't know if I want to go to a Christian school, just because I am kind of annoyed with the way Christian schools are, but I suppose I can't just throw the baby out with the bath water and make that kind of statement after only being at East Linn. Idk, I always imagined I wanted to go a public university because I assumed that the music programs would be crazy weird and exciting. Mrs. Grove said that they are very interesting because it is such an emotional art, that you would kind of have to get in touch with all your feelings and emotions... :)But I don't know, I may also just want to get away from the stupid high school setting where there is dumb drama coming out the ying yang, and maybe that's why I don't like the small school idea. Also, Devon pointed out that at a smaller school, there would be more one-on-one time for discussion with a teacher or something, and I enjoy that kind of stuff... I guess I have quite a bit of time to think about this, and I really shouldn't worry too much about it, I just should think about my last summer as a human child and enjoy that. I guess I just don't want to be unhappy. I really want to enjoy college, after all, it is the best time of your life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6079924288170038324?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6079924288170038324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6079924288170038324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6079924288170038324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6079924288170038324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/junior-year-is-over.html' title='Junior Year is OVER!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3050406811826567422</id><published>2009-06-04T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:56:17.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Start</title><content type='html'>I once read a post by Devon about how she loves late starts from school. She described the thrill she gets out of waking up in the morning and knowing that she can go back to sleep... I however, dislike late starts. I would much rather get school done in the morning and then have early release. Because I am already awake, I don't have THAT much more time then I normally do to get ready for school, so I just sit around and waste half of the morning that could be put to better use. I can be pretty productive in the morning, but not when I don't have a lot of time to get started on something. I know that if I start on something I will just have to stop early because I have to get ready for school. You know? Grrrrr... it's annoying to me. Not that I don't appreciate the effort, or not having to be at school for that 2 ish hours, but still, I don't understand why we can't have early release, it's soooo much easier for people like me who aren't going to sleep in.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3050406811826567422?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3050406811826567422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3050406811826567422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3050406811826567422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3050406811826567422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/late-start_04.html' title='Late Start'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-684591904390796012</id><published>2009-06-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:43:14.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>So right now I am sitting in Mr. Mac's class room about to take my Jude final. We had to memorize Jude this year, which was  A LOT harder to do than Obadiah last year. Or maybe I'm just getting stupider. I told Ethan, who is going right now, before me, to take a half hour to do his, because school gets out in a half hour... I don't think I'll get that lucky though. I seriously don't know if I'm going to be able to pass it, but I really don't care, because I will still pass the class, and as long as I do that, it really don't matter who I do in the test. So yeah, today has been interesting with all the finals, it seems like it's taken forever, but really it wasn't too bad. I may have to retake World Cultures next year, but I'm okay with that, it's not too bad of a class. I remember at the beginning of this year, I vowed to change everything, and from here on out get good grades and work hard and a bunch of other things, but that died off soon. I don't think I have got any A's at all this year, that haven't been all that diligent about anything. I guess I have been getting better about Algebra, and if I don't pass, I will seriously be very bummed. But I'll get over it. As long as I graduate from high school. Lol. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-684591904390796012?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/684591904390796012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=684591904390796012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/684591904390796012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/684591904390796012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-1818456797397601288</id><published>2009-06-01T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:53:16.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this past weekend was freaking crazy. I did a whole bunch of random stuff this weekend... I went to a big huge school wide bonfire, the ensemble sang at the strawberry coronation, we also sang at a church and it was lots of fun. Taylor and I went to Wing Ming for a early dinner Saturday evening, and that evening the owners of Wing Ming's house burned down. Right after we ate there. They lived right across the street from Megan, and it was totally intense.I also watched "Taken" twice. Sunday was kind of weird, I just mainly laid around Megan's house and watched "One Tree Hill". There was a bunch of random drama that happened that night, but whatever, the weekend was still pretty good. My absolute favorite part about the whole weekend was Friday night. Not only did I watch the school play, for yet the second time, but I also had Shelby Olson's amazing ice cream! Seriously. It was the bonb-digitty. I don't think I've ever had anything as good in my entire life. It was root-beer flavored, and I almost died. It was GREAT. She rocks. She's making that at my birthday party, and my wedding, and my funeral. For sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-1818456797397601288?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/1818456797397601288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=1818456797397601288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1818456797397601288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1818456797397601288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/06/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream!!!!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-7410062510386724988</id><published>2009-05-31T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:18:01.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee's first Marimba Lesson</title><content type='html'>This was last week when he came and we did push-ups... anyway he's totally going to follow in my footsteps... mark my words. :)John also used to play marimbas... but he wasn't a fanatic like me. :)Oh, and Celia is recording this again, and she has a habit of turning the camera randomly... i hope your neck doesn't get sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8pxV37K3g8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8pxV37K3g8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-7410062510386724988?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/7410062510386724988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=7410062510386724988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7410062510386724988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7410062510386724988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/rylees-first-marimba-lesson.html' title='Rylee&apos;s first Marimba Lesson'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8863587663931410458</id><published>2009-05-25T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:25:38.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>He Loves Me Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/ShsznGZFH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/dKdQQUZWnwQ/s1600-h/100_1468.jpga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339918530001575810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/ShsznGZFH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/dKdQQUZWnwQ/s400/100_1468.jpga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend my most favorite guy in the whole world came over and visited me. His mom and dad came with him, but that wasn't the important part. I love this guy so much! He is going to be 7 months old on the 16t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;. Kendra (his mom) said the doctor told them that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rylee&lt;/span&gt; is 95% bigger than all the other 6 1/2 month old humans. He is one big boy now. He is wearing 12 month clothes now. He is wanting to crawl, but is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unsuccessful&lt;/span&gt;. I love watching him grow, but I don't want him to grow too fast. Do you know what I was thinking about the other day? Isn't it funny how every time there is a baby born, the family dreams up everything that is going to happen in his or her life-- and those plans always include the baby being extremely smart, extremely talented and the most adorable human ever. They are like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;captain&lt;/span&gt; of the varsity football team and they are like homecoming king, and they get into the most amazing school ever and they do no wrong. Nobody ever wants their baby to be the class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dumby&lt;/span&gt;. The class klutz. The school nerd (well, I do- but that's just me). Nobody wants there kid to be the one who has to get all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swirlys&lt;/span&gt; and get beat up just so the other guys can have their fun. Isn't that funny? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; some one's gotta do it. Not everyone can be cool, not everyone can have all the looks and have all the brains and be the most attractive person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at him! Look how cute he is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, he is going to be the most musically inclined little boy in the entire world. His first word is going to be a word that he sings. And he is going to be crawling up onto the piano bench in his diaper and play the piano. I foresee this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I tried to teach him how to crawl... all he needs to do is get his knees up, and he'll be moving in no time at all! He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute though--- he thinks he's crawling but all he is doing in being a seal or something. I think it's really cute. We ended up doing push-ups, it was great fun. He's my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQHi6UrPmt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQHi6UrPmt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8863587663931410458?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8863587663931410458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8863587663931410458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8863587663931410458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8863587663931410458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-loves-me-best.html' title='He Loves Me Best'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/ShsznGZFH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/dKdQQUZWnwQ/s72-c/100_1468.jpga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-2154930533875489737</id><published>2009-05-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:55:33.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MEGGO MY EGGO!</title><content type='html'>I totally called it. I told you all in the beginning that she would win. Of course I was right. I'm a genius. She totally pulled off the Whitney Huston song that I wanted her to do a LONG time ago. But I'm glad she waited until the finale because she basically kicked butt!!!! Holy freaking cow that girl is good. I don't know how they could compete with her last night. Like, she was the first act, which is always hard to be... but she totally deserved the win. Taylor got second, and the Danika girl who has a voice kind of like any Disney channel girl you want to imagine, got third. She was from Santiam Christian, and Mrs. Grove thought it was cool that the "Christian school kids" won. lol. Anyway, here are the links, if you're interested. Which I know you are. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsoK1JvHPcw"&gt;Taylor&lt;/a&gt; started out pretty flat and I was really worried about his choice of song for the finale. The first half wasn't very good-- but after he changed keys and hit that high E, I think it is, it was all good from there. I was the loudest voice screaming in the back ground when he hit that E, by the way. He totally pulled it off in the end and I was very proud of that man. Meggo is absolutely breathtaking as always. She is seriously way too passionate for her age. She just has a way with captivating the audience in most every song she sings. MOST every song. Anyway, she never ceases to amaze me. This girl is my best friend and I am extremely extremely proud of her. She is singing this song at my wedding. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYUYvv_7ehc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYUYvv_7ehc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-2154930533875489737?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/2154930533875489737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=2154930533875489737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2154930533875489737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2154930533875489737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/meggo-my-eggo.html' title='MEGGO MY EGGO!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-305644645778523941</id><published>2009-05-21T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:20:04.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird-ish Things</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this week has totally been strange, but whatever.  There have been many things going on at school and at home and everywhere that have just been very thought provoking. Some random little surprises, some large, some small, but surprises, that have just been crazy. Like, some people at school,  just randomly hooking up. Like, Kris winning American Idol. Which, I've just got to say, was totally sick. I was freaking out. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy. Then today, there was a speaker at Chapel, that was totally odd, and kind of made me think quite a bit, but -- I suppose that's good- right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;. This evening, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;, Shelly-Elly, Keith, Codi and I were hanging out at Keith's house, and some pretty crazy stuff went on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; jumped off a building. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and Codi fought to the death-- just kidding, but it was hysterical. Shelly-Elly and I played hop-scotch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; for a long time, and then it went over a fence. So I jumped over to get it, but when I jumped into the neighbor's yard, I stepped in a hole that was also a big pile of dog crap. Lovely. I know. Anyway, so yeah, there was quite a bunch of stuff happening. Oh-- and we almost did a "Twilight Take-Two" and it was going to be great, and I was going to be Alice. I think Shell- Elly looks more like Alice, but if I would have been Bella, I may have committed suicide, so we're glad I didn't get that part. :) Anyway, I realize it's really early yet, but I think I'm going to go brush my teeth and climb into bed and read and try to sleep. It has been an interesting week, and I am exhausted. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-305644645778523941?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/305644645778523941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=305644645778523941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/305644645778523941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/305644645778523941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-ish-things.html' title='Weird-ish Things'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5491110020852406241</id><published>2009-05-17T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:24:53.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny with a high of 85!</title><content type='html'>I had that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Relient&lt;/span&gt; K song stuck in my head for a while today. "And now I'm sunny with a high of 75 since you took my heavy heart and made it light and its funny how you find you enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive." Today has been an absolutely gorgeous day. First I woke up and got to be happy because it was warm enough that i didn't freeze when I woke up. Our ensemble had to sing at a church this morning, which was fine, but I also had to play the piano at my church, so I had to start at the choir's church for warm up, run to my church to play, and run back to sing. It was hectic, but we made it through all right. Then Devon picked me up, and we went to her house and she helped me study for my algebra test tomorrow. What a kind woman she is. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; would not have ever helped somebody with algebra on my sunny Sunday afternoon unless I really loved them. Or they were like Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; or someone amazingly hot. Anyway, and now I've been inside ever since she brought me home working on my dumb English paper. I hate that it's expository. I could do so much more if it were persuasive, but nobody cares about what I want. Right now I am on my break, and I'm thinking about taking a power nap, because for some reason I am extremely tired. I must have been up late the past few nights or something, because I've done nothing to make myself tired during the last few days- as far as physical exhilaration goes. But I just want to say, that for the past two-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; hours, I have been looking out the window closest to this computer and just imagining myself under the tree outside reading in the shade as the warm breeze blows my hair, smelling the lovely flowers, hearing the birds chirp and wondering why everyday can't be as lovely.  So yes, I have totally been singing to myself all day. And it's sunny with a high of 85 - so I'm pretty much in Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5491110020852406241?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5491110020852406241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5491110020852406241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5491110020852406241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5491110020852406241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunny-with-high-of-85.html' title='Sunny with a high of 85!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-7268029868090206514</id><published>2009-05-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:52:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woop Woop!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so seriously, I'm so proud of God these days. He's totally pulled through for me so many times. On Monday, for the walk-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt;,  it was supposed to be awful. But it was sunny and warm and really nice. Then yesterday was the same story, it was beautiful yesterday and it wasn't supposed to be. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; lovely and I was so excited. So yeah, yesterday's fine arts festival was simply fantastic-- it was so  much fun. And then after the festival the senior high choir had a "victory party" that may have had dancing... :) it was lots of fun.  So yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-7268029868090206514?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/7268029868090206514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=7268029868090206514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7268029868090206514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7268029868090206514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/woop-woop.html' title='Woop Woop!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4701071317827974599</id><published>2009-05-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:20:23.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I realize how lame of a title for a blog post that is, but I have been singing that all day long. ALL. DAY.LONG. Seriously. Tomorrow is the Fine Arts Festival, and it would REALLY suck to have to have it inside. Especially because inside means that it can't be OUTSIDE. That will NOT be okay with me, I don't think. Also, It is so pretty when it's outside because Brenna and Logan's parents always bring really pretty flowers and plants to totally make this campus look absolutely amazing. So yeah. Also, I don't like our gym very much... it has REALLY bad acoustics as all gyms do.  Anyway that's why I've been singing about the rain all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia is playing basketball and softball right now. But she's totally good at that kind of thing. I would never be able to do that. I don't think I might actually go crazy if I had to do two different sports like almost every night.  I suppose that's kind of what happens in the winter with basketball and music, but at least music isn't like a sport that is as physically exhausting as what she's doing. Like, for most people softball is kind of a chill sport, but as Celia is big into pitching, that's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; true for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so all my friends around me have been fighting nonstop since formal, and I am totally sick of hearing about all of it. I just want them all to apologize and let it go, but so far all of the "apologies" have been something like this:&lt;br /&gt;  Friend #1 : I'm sorry, I wasn't looking at it from your point of view.... but you weren't looking at my point of view either."&lt;br /&gt;  Friend#2: "Then you're not really sorry. I AM really sorry, but I wish you would quit being so selfish."&lt;br /&gt;  Friend#3: "I really don't have anything to be sorry for."&lt;br /&gt;  Me:"Seriously guys, SERIOUSLY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight Megan and I are going to be practicing for her teen idol song on Friday night, so it looks like my day might possibly get better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4701071317827974599?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4701071317827974599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4701071317827974599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4701071317827974599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4701071317827974599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-7813072862302213577</id><published>2009-05-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:48:49.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had an amazing voice.</title><content type='html'>These are some amazing people from Salem Academy. They rock, the red-head is a tenor, and he freaking rocks, he's more like a soprano. Anyway, if you have time, you should watch this... They won for the quartet group at musicale. They sang this song and "Rescue" by Rescue. They ended up singing Rescue, but I wanted them to sing this one. I love it.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRJgfb_IAKM"&gt;Quartet here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have the lovely&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dk4gUgKK49s"&gt;Megan Knox&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night. These are all people I totally idolize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-7813072862302213577?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/7813072862302213577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=7813072862302213577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7813072862302213577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7813072862302213577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-had-amazing-voice.html' title='I wish I had an amazing voice.'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6962390306839894533</id><published>2009-05-05T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:15:24.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Pictures [Logan's mom is a Genie]</title><content type='html'>I totally look obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEGb2efXTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RT-KdnE9_nE/s1600-h/me+and+logie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332550509333011762" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEGb2efXTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RT-KdnE9_nE/s400/me+and+logie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEEhsyUFiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SBJ0TUrLNBc/s1600-h/all+the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332548410787763746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEEhsyUFiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SBJ0TUrLNBc/s400/all+the+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of all of us girls a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEEhNMuCTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h2Ekt-s3TrE/s1600-h/me+and+logie+hot!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332548402308581682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEEhNMuCTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h2Ekt-s3TrE/s400/me+and+logie+hot!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks smart, and I look Asian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6962390306839894533?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6962390306839894533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6962390306839894533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6962390306839894533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6962390306839894533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/formal-pictures-logans-mom-is-ginnie.html' title='Formal Pictures [Logan&apos;s mom is a Genie]'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgEGb2efXTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RT-KdnE9_nE/s72-c/me+and+logie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5991363265768035335</id><published>2009-05-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:35:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Happyish [ahem, Rylee] Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/Sf6L3lN_pAI/AAAAAAAAALY/HNYq7RQLVaI/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852795853120514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/Sf6L3lN_pAI/AAAAAAAAALY/HNYq7RQLVaI/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            This is the last time that we are all going to be together in about a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5991363265768035335?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5991363265768035335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5991363265768035335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5991363265768035335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5991363265768035335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-big-happyish-ahem-rylee-family.html' title='One Big Happyish [ahem, Rylee] Family'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/Sf6L3lN_pAI/AAAAAAAAALY/HNYq7RQLVaI/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3362873149084080520</id><published>2009-04-27T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:14:34.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee Adam- 6ish Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6_hv_oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UrwsR71binw/s1600-h/Rylee_and_Family_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329590059524947586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6_hv_oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UrwsR71binw/s400/Rylee_and_Family_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6k7JlII/AAAAAAAAALI/243eub4l75s/s1600-h/Rylee_and_Family_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329590052383724674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6k7JlII/AAAAAAAAALI/243eub4l75s/s400/Rylee_and_Family_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly I am his favorite aunt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6Z0aUMI/AAAAAAAAALA/tqjoqcnxaQs/s1600-h/Rylee_and_Family_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329590049402671298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6Z0aUMI/AAAAAAAAALA/tqjoqcnxaQs/s400/Rylee_and_Family_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3362873149084080520?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3362873149084080520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3362873149084080520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3362873149084080520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3362873149084080520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/04/rylee-adam-6ish-months.html' title='Rylee Adam- 6ish Months'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SfaB6_hv_oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UrwsR71binw/s72-c/Rylee_and_Family_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8919155097086679414</id><published>2009-04-23T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:26:33.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite people in the world is also one of the most amazing singers in the world. I am so proud of her, and I love her big big like the world. My favorite part of my week is going and seeing her perform at the local "Teen Idol" event that she and my friend, the master, and her participate in. I love them both and I am totally rooting for both of them, but Megan is my bestest friend, so I'm posting her performance from last week. She did an amazing job! I will try to continue posting these links as the competition continues.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmITFLE1tec"&gt;Watch Megan here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8919155097086679414?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8919155097086679414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8919155097086679414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8919155097086679414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8919155097086679414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-891212749086024208</id><published>2009-04-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:21:09.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Internet again!</title><content type='html'>My parents had our computer geek person (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)  come over and fix our i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; problem! He's a FREAKING genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-891212749086024208?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/891212749086024208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=891212749086024208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/891212749086024208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/891212749086024208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-internet-again.html' title='Yay! Internet again!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-778181748320951634</id><published>2009-04-08T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:58:09.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a little girl name McKenzie Collins. She was a very nice human. One day she became a teenager and she got sucked into the world of vampires and werewolves and it ruined her life forever. She fell in love with a vampire named Edward Cullen. Her greatest friends tried to warn her, but she wouldn't listen. She was convinced that she loved him. But all her friends knew the truth. They knew that he was only trying to hurt her, but she couldn't see it, because he seemed like a good guy. But he wasn't. He was evil, and he only wanted to control her and suck her blood. It was very sad, but there wasn't a lot her friends could do but sit back and watch. So from then on her life was a graveyard of buried hopes. She sat in the corner and read all about her lover, in hopes that he was really who he said he was. She ignored her friends, and her family and she became  very distant, and there was nobody who could save her. No one. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-778181748320951634?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/778181748320951634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=778181748320951634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/778181748320951634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/778181748320951634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy.'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8631706398186567913</id><published>2009-04-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:03:35.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey!</title><content type='html'>Forget everything I said about the stupidity of Formal. I asked him and he said yes. Wooo hooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8631706398186567913?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8631706398186567913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8631706398186567913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8631706398186567913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8631706398186567913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/04/yey.html' title='Yey!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3345607706049176501</id><published>2009-04-04T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:53:12.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal</title><content type='html'>I am super excited! Today Megan and I made a break for Portland to go visit the "Abby's Closet" prom dress giveaway. Yeah. GIVE AWAY! I have never attended any of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ELCA's&lt;/span&gt; formals because I know how much of a waste the Masquerades are. I have just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;avoided&lt;/span&gt; these type of events for the most part. This year,  I am considering going. I suppose it wasn't too much of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imposition&lt;/span&gt; to spend the day in Portland and go shopping all day with Megan and get a free formal dress. :) Plus if I don't end up going- who cares- I go the dress for free! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I really like it.  Maybe if I end up going I will post pictures. I haven't really decided though. So many of East Linn events are just all the cliques getting together and eating together and then breaking off into their cliques for the rest of the night. Sounds super lame to me. Either that, or I'm completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; that I am not in a clique and I don't have a date, and I am too embarrassed to ask the guy that I really want to go with. :) On the other hand, if you are reading this and from East Linn then forget everything you've read, because as I am in Leadership, I am suppose to be promoting this event. Plus, I am in the activities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt;, which means that I help plan this thing. So yeah, my dress is awesome and I look hot in it, and I hope some day I find the courage to ask the lovely man to Formal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3345607706049176501?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3345607706049176501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3345607706049176501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3345607706049176501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3345607706049176501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/04/formal.html' title='Formal'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-128874995045084293</id><published>2009-03-30T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:00:52.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Music Jokes! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These are soooo funnnny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many tenors does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Four. One to change the bulb and three to bitch that they could have done it if they had the high notes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many basses does it take to change a lightbulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They’re so macho they prefer to walk in the dark and bang their shins.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many sopranos does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Just one. She holds the lightbulb and the world revolves around her.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many altos does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: All of them. One to change the bulb, and the rest to complain about how high it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know anything about chords and chord progressions you will love this! It's genius.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "sorry, but we don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "you're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-128874995045084293?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/128874995045084293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=128874995045084293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/128874995045084293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/128874995045084293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-music-jokes.html' title='Funny Music Jokes! :)'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6516716971584134080</id><published>2009-03-22T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:10:20.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicale, National Guard and Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh! Musicale was so much fun this year. In case you don't know what musicale is basically a bunch of Christian Choirs get together for a choral festival. It's amazingly fun. Two days of nothing but listening to solos and duets and trios and small and large ensembles and small and large school choirs and mass choir performances! Does life actually get any better? I think not! This year, I actually did a solo. It was actually fun- although I really don't consider myself a soloist. The judge really liked me, and actually- I scored a 95 out of 100. I was pretty excited. It was basically the bomb-digitty. But, the real reason that I was excited after musicale wasn't because of me and my accomplishments. I was really extremely proud of our choir. After a lot of hard work and frustration we ended up winning for small schools. We got to perform at the command performance on Friday night. I will have to post some pictures soon. I was SOOOO proud of us. I was so happy that everyone was involved in the winning and not just a soloist or an ensemble. It was just great. I was also just proud to see how far we have come. We now have 33 people in our choir- and I think back like 4 years when we only had like 5 people. Mrs. Grove has brought us a very long way and I am so glad to be a part of it. She has worked very hard, so I am glad that she was able to have that experience. She was also the Honors Choir director. Basically the Honors choir is made up of one person from each part (SATB) in a choir who is selected by the director for their musical ability and Christian leadership. I was chosen from the altos in our choir, so I was very very proud of Mrs. Grove and her being able to direct the Honors choir, it was really a great honor. Standby pictures coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we had a farewell party this afternoon for my brother who is in the National Guard . It was fun. There was a very interesting group of people. A lot of family friends, his friends and a TON of relatives and neighbors. It was kind of like a wedding crowd. Just TONS of people and random people. There were a lot of people here. We always have big family gatherings during the summer, but not while it's pouring down rain when they have to all hang out inside. He is leaving next Wednesday for California for more training. He will be there for a while and then he will go to Georgia and then come home for like four days, and then be shipped to Kuwait for a bit and then will end up in Baghdad. Intense? Yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the other part of my spring break? Ah, just fine. Pretty stressful as you can imagine with Alex leaving soon, and this party, and Emmi's moving back home--- oh yeah, that happened. Anyway, and Rylee hanging out here a bunch this week. I also did something a bit different with my hair. I died it a little bit red. Like, the brown is a bit lighter and it has a little bit of subtle red. I am happy with it. But them my older sister ruined my life by giving me a haircut and starting with my bangs. I look retarded with bangs, so whatever. I didn't have her cut anything else after that. Oh well- it's just hair, it'll grow back. There are worse things I suppose. Like, maybe, my hair not coming out of that silly orange/blond that it turned when we bleached it in order to lighten up the brown. That was stressful. But Megan pulled through and now my hair is calm and not retarded looking- except for my bangs... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I go back to school on Monday, which should be interesting considering I haven't actually done a lot of homework. Okay, ANY homework... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6516716971584134080?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6516716971584134080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6516716971584134080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6516716971584134080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6516716971584134080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-alex-and-musicale.html' title='Musicale, National Guard and Spring Break'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6221113322659342996</id><published>2009-03-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:46:36.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Is Over</title><content type='html'>I've got to say, despite the miserable game, and the horrid truth that we were only one game away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt;, I found myself halfway relieved that we were done for the season. I guess that is just my selfish human nature talking. I guess I am selfishly glad that I don't have to not play at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt; because of my injury. I don't know. I would have liked to see us get there, but not with me on the bench. I suppose I am some stuck up basketball player who doesn't deserve to be on the team... maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6221113322659342996?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6221113322659342996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6221113322659342996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6221113322659342996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6221113322659342996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/03/basketball-is-over.html' title='Basketball Is Over'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8820371249939582987</id><published>2009-02-27T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:53:05.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>On to state?</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight the boys varsity basketball team qualified for the state tournament in Pendleton. It is super exciting. They beat Central Linn this evening, so they are super happy. Tomorrow our team drives down to Medford and play St. Mary's to see if we are going to be able to move on to Pendleton. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8820371249939582987?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8820371249939582987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8820371249939582987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8820371249939582987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8820371249939582987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-to-state.html' title='On to state?'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4230424751977898120</id><published>2009-02-24T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:59:26.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is the poetry slam at school, and this is one of the poems that I am reciting...although it's more a duet. McKenzie and I are both doing. It's going to be the bomb-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;digitty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;Fur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Myrrh&lt;/span&gt; and Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't have tails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we don't have fur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have brown hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the exact same feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may think it's weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to us it's pretty neat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're the bomb-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;digitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been soul sisters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since the day she was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We like eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And making corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't brush our teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we don't shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we're together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're really funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday together we'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make a whole lot of money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go together like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frankincense&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;myrrh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by McKenzie Collins and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barreto&lt;/span&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/293527837112457711-4230424751977898120?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4230424751977898120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4230424751977898120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4230424751977898120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4230424751977898120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5774045187554237527</id><published>2009-02-23T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:09:03.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>Today was incredibly relaxing. I had a very lovely day and completed almost an entire season of &lt;em&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/em&gt;, while I was here at home. Besides a headache I had earlier today, it was almost a perfect day. When I woke up this morning, I had a pretty bad headache and somewhat of a cold that I've been fighting for the past week, so I decided that today would be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; day to just chill and not do anything but sit around and watch my favorite show of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is East Linn's second annual "Poetry Slam." Which is completely nerdy, and I'm super excited for it! I know, I am super lame, but I'm totally all over that kind of shit. I love poetry and I love memorizing it and then performing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of a safe crowd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am doing three different acts. I can't tell you yet what they are, but they are going to be the bomb-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;digitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shavonne&lt;/span&gt; and I hung out at her house and watched on of the lamest books ever, that was turned into one of the weirdest movies ever. :) Anyway, she gave me the coolest journal ever. It is leather-bound and has music on the cover of it. It's basically the most amazing thing EVER! I started writing in it. I love it a lot. Devon gave me a Anne of Green Gables journal last year for my birthday, and I love it so freaking much, too much actually, I will never be able to write in it, because it's so freaking awesome with all of the quotes and pictures from Anne. Anyway... I'm super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, both the boys and girls basketball teams made it to state. I'm pretty excited about that. Really it is going to be great fun. We are going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Medford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday and play St. Mary's on the road. But I'm totally excited because it's the first time that our team has ever made it this far before. I can't wait to see where we go from here. And when I say &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;, I guess I mean &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;. I'll keep you posted. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5774045187554237527?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5774045187554237527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5774045187554237527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5774045187554237527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5774045187554237527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-2243743455428131796</id><published>2009-01-29T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:25:37.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 17th</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know what happened, but somehow overnight, between 11:59 and 12:00 I turned 17. I don't know how it happened though. Kind of odd. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-2243743455428131796?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/2243743455428131796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=2243743455428131796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2243743455428131796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2243743455428131796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-17th.html' title='Sweet 17th'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6857471739272857784</id><published>2009-01-19T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:27:18.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SXVD5vPbd5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YLXOEkKHRow/s1600-h/morgan+and+christina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293211596256671634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SXVD5vPbd5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YLXOEkKHRow/s400/morgan+and+christina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friend ever, Morgan Powell, came down from Washington on Thursday afternoon. I was so freaking happy. She stayed at my house until early Sunday morning. We had the best weekend ever! On Thursday night, we went and saw the Washington Huskies kill the Oregon Ducks. It was awesome! Minus having to hobble around Eugene on crutches and being carried by Morgan and our friend Barrett, it was an awesome evening. I am always very happy when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mogie&lt;/span&gt; comes back to visit me. She now lives far far away in Washington, and I only see her like once ever 3 months. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she comes we have some kind of weird experience. Last time, it was being kicked out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fred Meyer&lt;/span&gt; in Corvallis, and then getting really lost. This time, we were at Subway. First, I couldn't decide if I wanted olives on my sandwich because Subway olives always taste weird. The lady who was making my sandwich acted all annoyed and she was mad when I asked if I could try one. She let me, and then I decided not to get them and she was all pissed saying "They are just Safeway olives, holy crap..."Then, Morgan asked the guy behind the counter for red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;powerade&lt;/span&gt; and apple juice and he replied "Those are some good chasers." Morgan was embarrassed, and was like "Uh, no, I'm only 17." Then the guy said "Well, nothing like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;start'n&lt;/span&gt; early." Wow. That was kind of odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; on Friday night too. Okay, so after school, Morgan, Emmi, Katie, Carmen and I were just chilling trying to decide what we wanted to do. We spent the majority of the evening just wasting time at Safeway and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. I got to ride around in those electric wheelchair things because of my broken ankle, which was totally AWESOME! Anyway, we got a call from my friend Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mackie&lt;/span&gt;, who Emmi and I both grew up with. Morgan knows him from all the times that he came over while she was still living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lacomb&lt;/span&gt;.So anyway, he and some friends were tailgating and having a great time. He invited us to stop by so that he could see Morgan before he left. So we stopped by briefly and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; and weird so we ditched. They had a fire there, and as we were leaving Morgan and I decided that someone was going to get hurt, knowing Michael and all of his crazy ideas. The next morning we get a call that Michael had been in some kind of freak accident, and was now in Portland at the hospital suffering very severe burns. We later found out that Michael had poured gasoline on the fire and apparently had some on his jeans or something as well. His legs caught on fire. He remembered from Elementary School, to STOP, DROP AND ROLL, but in a liquid fire that didn't help him. His legs were on fire, so he began to try to pat them out with his hands, causing his hands to catch on fire as well. I found out that he has suffered some second and third degree burning on his legs, hands and arms. It's so weird that Michael, who had done crazy stuff like that since long before I can remember is suffering the consequences of something that he's always done and never thought twice about. Life is so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been fairly uneventful though. I slept in until like 1:30 PM, which is absolutely strange for me. I never sleep that long. Then I showered and stuff and then read until I ended up falling asleep for yet another two hours. The past few hours have been me reading and watching movies and such. I wish I could have every Monday off. That would be nice. I suppose I would want more though, I would then wish for Tuesdays off. So for now I will just be happy with the day I got. Thank you Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6857471739272857784?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6857471739272857784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6857471739272857784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6857471739272857784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6857471739272857784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-weekend.html' title='A Crazy Weekend!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SXVD5vPbd5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YLXOEkKHRow/s72-c/morgan+and+christina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5276643071470515370</id><published>2009-01-10T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:19:48.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid basketball</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night, was the worst basketball game ever. I thought that I was going to die of embarrassment. We played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scio&lt;/span&gt;, which is actually East Linn's rivals. Every year East Linn dreads playing that school, because it seems that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we play down at their level and barely win. This year was no different. They started out on top for the first quarter, but soon we picked up and it was close. We went into the locker room down by about 10 points. If you've ever seen our team play, you would know that for some reason they think that it's cool to win in the 4 Th quarter. Anyway, Whitney Warren, a starting off-side guard got hurt in the first quarter and had been sitting out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, as I'd mentioned before decides not to play me constantly, so I was sitting there laughing to myself how ridiculous this was because I knew that I could do what they needed, but knew that they didn't want me to do it. Anyway, finally in the last 3 minutes of the game they realized that they needed me. So they put me in and eventually I drew a foul putting me at the free-throw line, with like 1 minute left. We were down by 2 so we needed these points. I swished them both, and I was very happy. But out coach calls a time-out and there wasn't a "good job Christina" instead, a "Do you not care that we're trying to run a play, and then you go and draw a foul?" Nice. Thanks Coach. Anyway, he's pissed at me, and in return I go back in upset, realizing that there isn't anything I can do right. We ended up losing because he put someone in to give an intentional foul, and they made their free-throws. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon, I knew I had basketball practice but I just wanted to go home. We watched Tuesday night's game tape together, and it was miserable. I didn't want to be there, because it wasn't worth my time to sit there and pretend that the coaches did their best and that we just didn't come out on top. So I went and talked to a teacher-friend of mine, and she told me to stay committed to the team and go to practice. I went to practice and was very unhappy. I knew that this was going to suck, but whatever. Then I broke my ankle at practice. I was in too much pain to cry, so I just sat there and breathed very deeply. My coaches thought I was being a wimp and told me to just go home and ice it- it'll be fine. But I was in a lot of pain. I've sprained my ankle before and everyone told me that sprains were more painful... they were wrong. A fracture is 10 times worse. So I spent my evening in a hospital, and now I have to gimp around for 6 weeks on crutches because of a stupid game that I didn't even want to play. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5276643071470515370?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5276643071470515370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5276643071470515370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5276643071470515370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5276643071470515370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-basketball.html' title='stupid basketball'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3523554000226855222</id><published>2008-12-31T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:43:33.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball (Pshhhhh)</title><content type='html'>Monday and Tuesday were both destroyed by having to go to Portland to play the lamest game known to mankind. I used to really enjoy the game a lot. I used to dream that I was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WMBA&lt;/span&gt; and amazing. I wish I could go back to the days when i ate, drank, slept, lived basketball. I don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; along the way. Maybe I just got tired of it. Maybe I just woke up and finally realized that there was no possible way that I could make my coaches happy. I don't know. Our team won the tournament and we brought home the first place prize, but no matter how many times I looked at that trophy and saw the happiness in the eyes of my "teammates" I couldn't bring myself to rejoice and feel as thought I really wasn't a part of that win. I didn't deserve it, and there was no way for me to feel like I had anything to do with this victory. That probably had something to do with the fact that I really wasn't a part of it. I was there in body and I cheered for my team and I was watching the game, but my position this year is the bench warmer. I don't know quite how it happened, especially because last year I was very close to being a starter. Now I don't go in until my coach is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; sure the he's got the win, and even then, sometimes he keeps me out just to spite me. I am so tired of this because I really don't think it has to do with my playing ability. But that's okay, I don't mind wasting my weeks and evenings going to basketball games and practices to only sit on the bench. It's great fun. I highly recommend it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3523554000226855222?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3523554000226855222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3523554000226855222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3523554000226855222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3523554000226855222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/12/basketball-pshhhhh.html' title='Basketball (Pshhhhh)'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-2453098755185258092</id><published>2008-12-28T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:27:58.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rylee's First Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SVfhKlbzuyI/AAAAAAAAAII/O7m4OcimOZA/s1600-h/first+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284940259706256162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SVfhKlbzuyI/AAAAAAAAAII/O7m4OcimOZA/s400/first+christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rylee spent his very first Christmas with me, his favorite aunt. :) This was the only picture of him where we caught him smiling... odd?... I think not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-2453098755185258092?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/2453098755185258092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=2453098755185258092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2453098755185258092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2453098755185258092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/12/rylees-first-christmas.html' title='Rylee&apos;s First Christmas!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SVfhKlbzuyI/AAAAAAAAAII/O7m4OcimOZA/s72-c/first+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5215611219219829942</id><published>2008-12-17T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:42:48.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Stupid Book-Stupid Moive</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this post in response to &lt;a href="http://thecleancornerofmydesk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shavonne's&lt;/a&gt; review of Twilight. First of all, I must say that I had totally sworn to never pay money to see the movie, after painfully reading ALL FOUR of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; Meyer's dumb creations about a dumb should-have-been-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; girl falling in love with "Prince Charming". He's older, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; beautiful, has sparkly skin, is ultra strong, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; wealthy and plays the piano. By the way- he's a freaking VAMPIRE!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yummmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in to peer pressure, saw the movie...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; it ever moment I was there. Clearly, I am not a Twilight fan. Besides the fact that it was very poorly written, it had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no story line whatsoever!Basically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; (I'm writing '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;' because a.) I have like no respect for the woman b.) It's quicker to write '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;' and c.) I just feel like we connect so well, that we are on a nick-named basis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; this guy that &lt;a href="http://talkofsummertime.blogspot.com/search?q=Please%2C+no%21+Not+another+vampire+post%21"&gt;Devon&lt;/a&gt; so perfectly described as an attempt at creating a "swoon-worthy a character like Mr. Darcy" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, unlike Shavonne, liked Hollywood's Edward. He &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a creep. So in the movie, they did a great job of bringing that out in him. Just look at him. He looks evil and as if all he wanted to just devour her in three bites, or do something creepy and gross, like suck her blood... oh wait...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281231819566528626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SUq0W9XAuHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JHpF13ht0zA/s400/edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Everyone that I've talked to about twilight, with the exception of Devon, is like in love with the nasty bloodsucker. Honestly, while I was reading those books I actually thought that you were supposed to be afraid of him and dislike him. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; weren't supposed to root for him and totally fall in love with him, unless you were stupid. He is totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;controlling&lt;/span&gt; and obsessive and dumb. Plus he's sparkly!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;! In the movie they did a good job of making him look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;, which just makes Bella look even gayer for falling in love with the freak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to agree with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Shavonne&lt;/span&gt;, that the stupid fights between Bella and Edward are petty and retarded. They are totally annoying and they just make you want to burn the book, as if you didn't already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a Jacob Black fan. I think that Bella should have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; married him. But the movie makes him look like some punk kid that is into a older girl. But later, in like New Moon, they are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt;, while Edward takes off. Bella was stupid to go back to him. After pulling that "I'm miserable without you- I don't even know what to do without you, I can't possibly exist without you" crap, I would have totally shot him in the face. Or something. That probably wouldn't do any good considering he's a vampire, but maybe he'd get the point... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;. Jacob was what made New Moon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt;. I think that he and Alice were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the only good part of the books. I also have to say that Alice was totally not very cool in the movie. They really didn't do her justice at all. She's like the greatest ever, and she's funny. If she was here at my school, we would be best friends. I think. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know. I really disliked the books for a lot of reasons. If you are thinking of reading them... don't. They are dumb.I will tell you everything that happens in two words...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5215611219219829942?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5215611219219829942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5215611219219829942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5215611219219829942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5215611219219829942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-book-stupid-moive.html' title='Stupid Book-Stupid Moive'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SUq0W9XAuHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JHpF13ht0zA/s72-c/edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-6656490619788749594</id><published>2008-11-23T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:58:11.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolve Tour 2008</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend I went to the Revolve Tour. It's basically 2 days of Christian concerts and craziness with all your best girlfriends. I went my freshman year, and now again this year. Things have changed a lot since then. Like, when I went the first time, there was a lot more speaking. Each one of the bands or singers would go up and tell their stories. It was really good. &lt;a href="http://www.tammytrent.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tammy Trent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was there the first year I went, and her story is one that I don't think I'll ever forget. She was really funny, but her story was the most heart-breaking story in the whole world. She wrote &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/music/interviews/2004/tammytrent-0704.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it's amazing, but way sad. Anyway, she's amazing and no other Revolve tour will ever be as good as that first year. Plus, this year it was basically like a rock concert the whole time... non-stop, and let me tell you... after 6 hours of non-stop shrill screaming it got old. After 1 hour. Plus, I was very unhappy because I was sick and not really in the whole rock concert mood. The drama team ended up being my favorite part of the tour. (I actually got a really good idea for this year's poetry slam!) Next to watching the skits, my other favorite part was just standing out in the hallway, and watching people. Isn't it crazy that we are all 'somebody else' to everyone else? Like, I was standing there thinking about how everyone just walks around and has their own life, thoughts, issues, etc. Each and everyone of them walk around and expect us to understand them, and wants all of us to be in-tune with their life. WEIRD. So, anyway, Revolve was fun. Odd, weird, annoying- but fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-6656490619788749594?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/6656490619788749594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=6656490619788749594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6656490619788749594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/6656490619788749594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/11/revolve-tour-2008.html' title='Revolve Tour 2008'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-152009483076346262</id><published>2008-11-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:44:04.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School Activites</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow. I haven't posted in forever. Perhaps my life is just too dull. Or maybe that's the problem, it's not dull enough that I have enough time to post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm posting now. Things have been extremely boring at school. Let's see, we've already had the first two events that the Leadership Class does. The first was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bondservant&lt;/span&gt; Auction, which is basically the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chrsitian&lt;/span&gt;" way of saying "Slave Auction." And yes, it is what is sounds like. A bunch of upper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;class men&lt;/span&gt; put out posters promising all sorts of great things for the people who buy them and then on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; after the auction, they have to be their slave all day at school. This year, Hannah Whitehead and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and were sold together. We went for $150, which was the second highest buy.  We had 5 masters and it was a ton of fun. We had a sleepover the night before, and it was extravagant fun. We played games, watched movies, painted nails, ate tons of food, and did a lot of girl-talk. It was great. The next day, after a dutch brothers run, Hannah and I were forced to carry all of their stuff to and from classes, take notes, do their math, sing 'Jesus Loves Me' between classes, buy them pizza from Pizza Hut, and s;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;urpees&lt;/span&gt; from Seven Eleven. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other event was the Lock-In. Which, is basically, an all night party. &lt;em&gt;all. night. long.&lt;/em&gt; But I did end up sleeping for about 10 minutes, which was about 9 minutes longer than last year. There were a lot of tournaments going on; table hockey, basketball, volleyball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doge ball&lt;/span&gt;, ping-pong, karaoke- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe that last one wasn't a tournament, but it SHOULD have been. I would have won... HANDS DOWN. :) I spent a lot of time in the bathroom with a large group of my friends. We were having a "G.P" which actually stands for a 'group poop', but in our case it was a group party. It was so awesome. We danced (gasp!)and sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the mirrors, and we chatted about boys, and all the important things in life--like; our nails, and our next shopping trips, and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; can you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;....." At one point we were all doing the M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;acarina&lt;/span&gt; to the song "Hot 'n Cold" by Katy Perry. It was the bomb-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;digitty&lt;/span&gt;. We had about 4 or 5 "G.P.'s" that night. Once I tried to escape, because I was exhausted from all the dances, but Brenna spotted me, and  she returned with that whole group who just picked me up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;carried&lt;/span&gt; me back. It was fun. There were like 15 girls at one point in there. It was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball started on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. I was so close to not playing this year. But I found myself going to practice a bit reluctantly on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; that this will be good for me. The part that is going to drive me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; crazy is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; varsity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;practices&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad I made varsity, although, it wasn't really all that hard.... but getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to go and get sweaty while running a million suicides doesn't sound like all that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I must talk about the wretched Annual Fall Banquet that took place last night. I was so super excited because I am in both the choir and the ensemble this year, and I play the piano for one of the choir songs that we sang. It was our first performance, and I was stoked! I knew that the choir was going to be good, and I wasn't really all that sure about the ensemble, because I think that we are progressively getting worse, regardless of what Mrs. Grove says. But was the ensemble the problem? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt;, I got up there in front of God knows how many people, and totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;humiliated&lt;/span&gt; myself by totally screwing up the song I played.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;. I could have cried. I really expected someone out of the crowd to just stand up and shoot me in the face. And I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would have been less painful than that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; awkward silence that happened when I went back to my place between Katie and Brenna. Oh well, I suppose I will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to redeem myself. Like, say, when we go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;WOU&lt;/span&gt; festival, when we go the Liberty to sing, when we got to Musicale, when we sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of our school... who knows, I might actually get it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-152009483076346262?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/152009483076346262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=152009483076346262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/152009483076346262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/152009483076346262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-activites.html' title='School Activites'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8365715037728689788</id><published>2008-10-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:24:40.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>SUPER CUTE PIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SQaNPdVdFAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8DEaJM01HAs/s1600-h/Riley+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262048511341171714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SQaNPdVdFAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8DEaJM01HAs/s400/Riley+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/293527837112457711-8365715037728689788?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8365715037728689788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8365715037728689788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8365715037728689788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8365715037728689788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-cute-pics.html' title='SUPER CUTE PIC!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SQaNPdVdFAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8DEaJM01HAs/s72-c/Riley+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-690827265803873877</id><published>2008-10-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:13:30.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Rylee Adam Barreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWjnRIA9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/GGFlEwSw81k/s1600-h/baby27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681053488874450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWjnRIA9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/GGFlEwSw81k/s320/baby27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWjmqjsuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wufp4e3VVXo/s1600-h/baby6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWjxmEUHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/st6j2Ygs10w/s1600-h/baby31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681056261066866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWjxmEUHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/st6j2Ygs10w/s320/baby31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWkS2CAyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nKnPuWSiHyg/s1600-h/baby33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681065186394914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWkS2CAyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nKnPuWSiHyg/s320/baby33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWkQPbiWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pYxCGygwIKs/s1600-h/baby34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681064487618914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWkQPbiWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pYxCGygwIKs/s320/baby34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqU6Ps_dBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/amS7peep8z0/s1600-h/baby33.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqUGgv48HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QgYvUhW1KpI/s1600-h/baby27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqUHan7f6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pQ2ObMrDYo8/s1600-h/baby33.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-690827265803873877?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/690827265803873877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=690827265803873877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/690827265803873877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/690827265803873877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/10/riley-adam-barreto.html' title='Rylee Adam Barreto'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SPqWjnRIA9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/GGFlEwSw81k/s72-c/baby27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-456324029946318212</id><published>2008-10-18T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:54:23.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I.NEED.SLEEP!</title><content type='html'>Well, this week has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; been interesting. I think the only good thing that happened was the birth of my first nephew. And first of my parents grandchildren. It was very exciting. He is so cute. Riley Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was born Thursday October 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 2:00 am. He was 7lb 3 oz. And he's pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; adorable. (pictures coming soon-standby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am at my school. Why you ask? Well, let me tell you. The ensemble (which I blogged about with pictures) had an all-night retreat. ALL. NIGHT. At about 2:00 P.M. today I was ready to pass out I was so tired. And now, 12 hours later- 2:00 A.M., I sit here basically not knowing what else to do besides post this blog and check my e-mail. The first two hours weren't too bad. David Hastings came to work with us on blending and stuff. It was pretty cool. He's going to be the mass choir director and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adjudicator&lt;/span&gt; at musicale this year, which I am totally psyched about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after he left I wanted to just sleep. But I soon found that sleep was no where in my near future. I tried all of the places I could think to sleep. I tried in "Mrs. Grove's Office", which really was obviously a dumb place to try to sleep. I tried sleeping in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; room, but the lights wouldn't turn off, and the music in there wouldn't shut off. That was annoying. Then I tried sleeping in Mrs. Grove's car.... but when I opened the door and three penguins waddled out, I realized that I would soon freeze to death. Plus the music from the choir room and the gym were still far too loud for me to get any real sleep in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aaand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on top of that, there is a big light out there that basically prevents anyone from any form of dark bliss.So I tried one last thing.... oh yes, the bathroom floor. I know, gross! I was completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt;, but I figured I would find a way to laugh about it later, so I ignored that nasty detail. But the floor was really cold and hard, and I couldn't forget where I was sleeping. I couldn't sleep.Again. So I gave up. I tried. Good game America. We did our best. I want to be in my own warm bed right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I just grabbed a random cup that Mrs. Grove was drinking out of, and I took a small sip. Mother of the living living that is BAD! It tastes like watered down Sprite/Diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pepper/ ice-tea/poop/popcorn.... No, really, it's bad. I think I'm going to puke!I. NEED. SLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-456324029946318212?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/456324029946318212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=456324029946318212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/456324029946318212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/456324029946318212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/10/ineedsleep.html' title='I.NEED.SLEEP!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-1594892308175858448</id><published>2008-09-26T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:43:31.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Ensemble</title><content type='html'>So I was selected to be in the school's "Honors Ensemble" YAY! The only thing I'm anywhere near good at is singing, which is why the best honors class I can be in is in music. Ah, well. Any way, it's had it's trials and tribulations so far, but the year is yet so young. Here are our cool ensemble pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEkLK08I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DFdWrm4S_Rs/s1600-h/ensemble+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252426497943851970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEkLK08I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DFdWrm4S_Rs/s200/ensemble+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEzr9oCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J4zOQDcfjgI/s1600-h/ensemble+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252426502107930658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEzr9oCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J4zOQDcfjgI/s200/ensemble+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReFBlvpjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SD__mQFCKGM/s1600-h/ensemble3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252426505839945266" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReFBlvpjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SD__mQFCKGM/s200/ensemble3.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEzXNTPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q6JYYazHN44/s1600-h/ensemble...me...again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252426502020877554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEzXNTPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q6JYYazHN44/s200/ensemble...me...again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-1594892308175858448?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/1594892308175858448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=1594892308175858448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1594892308175858448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/1594892308175858448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/09/ensemble.html' title='Ensemble'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SOReEkLK08I/AAAAAAAAAFo/DFdWrm4S_Rs/s72-c/ensemble+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-8599073096922810466</id><published>2008-09-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:54:04.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting In Health Class</title><content type='html'>So right now, I'm sitting in health class. We are talking about our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feewcher&lt;/span&gt;" and, I have to admit, it's kind of exciting. Like, really. I am only a junior and I seriously can't wait until my senior year. I have premature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;senoritas&lt;/span&gt;. Crazy. Although, I really am not excited about leaving home. I really love living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lacomb&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me happy, and I love the people here. I love being able to walk down the street and know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; by name, and have inside jokes with them. I really like that. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I watched Anne of Green Gables for the billionth time. Seriously. I love that movie. I suppose that is because I love Anne. She is such a kindred spirit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I watch that movie I just hold my breathe and pray that this time Matthew might not die. It's always so sad and I always cry when he dies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EVERY TIME&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I read the book too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;... Matthew. I have decided that after I graduate from high school, I am going to Prince Edward Island. I have to. I told Devon that she is coming with me- and I know she isn't taking me seriously because all she said was... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!" But really,I am going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. In case you didn't know, I am ambidextrous. Yes, it's true. I announced the other day after school that I was going to teach myself how to write with my right hand. Devon said that she doubted I could do it, and even went so far as to say that she thought it would last about 20 minutes. Lame. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; can do it. What a jerk. :) You would think that she would know me well enough that if she tells me that I can't do something, I AM going to prove her wrong. Ye of little faith :) ba ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-8599073096922810466?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/8599073096922810466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=8599073096922810466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8599073096922810466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/8599073096922810466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/09/sitting-in-health-class.html' title='Sitting In Health Class'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5113530458829906006</id><published>2008-09-13T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:37:48.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>school and such</title><content type='html'>Well, there are 162 school days left. But who's counting? :) It's not that I hate school, because I really don't. I think that the people that I go to school with are nice, but can be very annoying. As I mentioned before, I go to a very very tiny school. I really don't know how many people go there, but not enough. Sometimes it is nice, everyone knows every one, and then sometimes it sucks because everyone knows everything about everyone. Feel sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I was sitting in Health II and since I really wasn't all that motivated to be working on my "find your spiritual gift" assignment, I was day dreaming. I was looking out the window and I saw a very large tree, that was calling my name. I wanted so badly to run out there and climb to the top of it and sit and stare. Although, whatelse can you do in a tree? All you can do is sit and stare. But that would be lovely. I think. I wanted to sing and just look down at the world and laugh. Wouldn't that be fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5113530458829906006?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5113530458829906006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5113530458829906006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5113530458829906006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5113530458829906006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-and-such.html' title='school and such'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3792958563968810186</id><published>2008-08-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:52:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more happiness</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that in less than 3 days, I will be going back to school. Oh how I hate that place. My summer is almost over!No more fun, No more happiness! Crazy! There were so many things I wanted to do, that I never got to do:&lt;br /&gt;1.) light my clothes on fire and jump off Larwood Bridge&lt;br /&gt;2.) light the tires of my bike on fire and ride it&lt;br /&gt;3.) go to PL, Washington and visit Morgan&lt;br /&gt;4.) go on a road trip with "Freakin Katelyn" , "Freakin Kody","Mogie Pogie" and "Master Bates"&lt;br /&gt;5.) go skydiving with megan&lt;br /&gt;6.) do the gallon challenge with Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see this summer hasn't been all that productive, I don't even know what I did all summer. Which is good, right? That's what summer is for. I love not having to know what day of the week it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, yesterday was my last day at Blue Moon, where I worked. And the last hour and  fifteen minutes were weird. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel. I was happy that it was my last day. But sad, knowing that I would have to return to school next week. When I started to think about school, and being in the principles office, and being in detention and suspension, and all that stupid stuff that goes along with school, suddenly seed cleaning didn't sound so bad. And I hated seed cleaning. I was happy for the work, but there is absolutely no "scope for the imagination" in seed cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do like my school. So often I make fun of it. But there are plenty of pleasant people there, and it's really small, which makes it nice. I just hate the idea of summer ending... well, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad went to Portland with one of his employees for something random. My mom and sisters went to the Oregon State Fair. So it's just me right now at home. And I'm kind of really bored. But, I'm going to watch a Mystery Science Theater on youtube, and maybe take a long walk... I love being home by myself these days. I suppose I could have gone with either my dad or my mom, but I really didn't want to go all the way to P-Town, and I hate walking around at the state fair with my mom and sisters. But mom walks so freaking fast. Not to mention, right now she's kind of upset at me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quackit.com/html/codes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3792958563968810186?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3792958563968810186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3792958563968810186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3792958563968810186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3792958563968810186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-happiness.html' title='no more happiness'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5757674437340359786</id><published>2008-08-16T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:36:51.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I'm a working woman!!! WOOO HOOOO!.. (not!)</title><content type='html'>So the one thing that I really didn't want to happen to ruin my summer was to have my summer free time be obliterated by working. And for about 2 1/2 months things worked out for me. I wasn't working full time, just at the blueberry field and odd jobs for my grandma and stuff. It was great. My summer had been fun. Just lying around doing nothing... that is what summer is for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way at the beginning of summer when my parents told me to look for a summer job, I was really lazy about it, and I applied at two places. I applied at a nursery, mostly just for fun. I wrote things like that my desired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; was like a brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt;... stuff like that.The other place I applied was at a grass seed company. As you can tell, I was REALLY bummed when I found out that I didn't get either of the jobs I applied for. I could tell that it was going to be a summer full of reading, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;, camps and hanging out with my friends. Oh darn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting my friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; soon. And I was all excited, because when she comes, well summer is better. We hangout with a ton of people... it's great. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;... things couldn't be that way this year... you know why? dDo you care? Probably not, but oh well... the person that didn't hire me at the grass seed company decided that she did want to hire me. Like last week. I had 3 weeks and 2 days until I had to quit for school, but did she care? Of course not. So I have been working at a grass seed company. In case you care, that isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; fun work. Quite honestly, it sucks. I sit in a dark room alone or with a boy or two, one that I wouldn't mind killing, the other I wouldn't mind dating, and I HAND-SIFT and air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;column&lt;/span&gt; seed. All. Day. Long. Yeah, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; my dream job. Suddenly getting through high school, and going to college doesn't sound so bad. :)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aaaanyway&lt;/span&gt;, so back to my friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;, she comes up every summer. But this year I didn't get to hang out with her very much. I work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; 7:00 am-3:30 pm, but I am in town until my dad leaves his shop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; puts me at home around 5:00 pm. And by then all I want to do is sleep or read. And I don't stay up late anymore, because I have to be up early. I hate it. I don't get how adults do it. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5757674437340359786?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5757674437340359786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5757674437340359786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5757674437340359786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5757674437340359786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-working-woman-wooohoooo-not.html' title='I&apos;m a working woman!!! WOOO HOOOO!.. (not!)'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5008053254044327687</id><published>2008-08-06T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:39:30.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>To Shavonne:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you were a crayon, you'd want to be white,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is pretty creative, and totally tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'd be red, or purple or blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that isn't quite as exciting as you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do much more exciting activities than I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For instance, you like running, and I'd rather die!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy bridge jumping and taking dumb risks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do karate, and are good at throwing discs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plus you're really funny, and I think you are cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only mistake you've made was choosing your school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally kidding, 'just joshing you'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure that U of O is worse than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; or embarrassed at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt; is good at baseball (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think guys are hot with really dark hair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't complain as long as it's there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're so different, but so much the same,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes we're crazy, sometimes we're lame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know I'll never be lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you're the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt; to my creamy macaroni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;havonne&lt;/span&gt;, there you have it... I hope you like it! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5008053254044327687?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5008053254044327687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5008053254044327687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5008053254044327687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5008053254044327687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-shavonne.html' title='To Shavonne:'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-7604885047441861925</id><published>2008-07-30T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:48:53.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Sports Camp!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm sure all you readers are wondering what ever became of the camp. :) Well, I failed to mention that this is a like Christian Sports Camp. I am helping out in basketball and it is a lot of fun. It is really cool, because we sing all kinds of songs with cool motions and the kids really get into it. Last night I stayed over at Kori Anderson's house... you know... "the sub. from biology" and it was really fun. I love her kids. They are so sweet and they are really obedient. Right now, everyone in the house is napping... including the dog. I don't think that Kori meant to fall asleep, but she's pretty busy and she was cooking and stuff all morning, like a worker bee. CRAZY. I'm not going to lie, this is kind of awkward. I feel like I should also be asleep, but whatever. So... yes sports camp, so far, has been really fun. I just love to see kids singing and dancing and having a good time. They are so cute. I'm really happy that I decided to help, and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; something I want to do next year. Good thing I don't have a job!! Ba ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-7604885047441861925?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/7604885047441861925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=7604885047441861925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7604885047441861925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/7604885047441861925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/sports-camp.html' title='Sports Camp!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-4497950376170127674</id><published>2008-07-25T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:06:33.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>This is my 'Ghost Runner' (on third) in place of my Journal</title><content type='html'>Right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hanging out with my aunt and uncle at their farm house right outside of Corvallis.Yes, it's the cutest little farm house. I love spending time with my newly married relatives. They just recently got married in Reno. And are having another wedding in front of family and friends in August. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; super excited for it! :) I love calling her "Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joani&lt;/span&gt;" now after like 10 years! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoooo&lt;/span&gt;! The wedding is going to be here at their farm house and Emmi and I are going to be in the wedding as bridesmaids. It's going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to pretend that I have millions of readers that have been wondering where I've been and why I haven't posted in forever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week my family drove to cal-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;-for-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nia&lt;/span&gt;!!We had a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Barreto&lt;/span&gt; Family reunion. It was great. Kind of. :) It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HOTTT&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aaaaand&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know like 1/2 the people there, which is always fun. The good thing about it was that I got to see all of my cousins that I only get to see like once a year. And some that I had not seen in like 3 or 4 years. It was nice. The other thing is that I got to do a lot of shopping. We were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt;, and honestly I didn't know what to expect, in terms of shopping, but I was quite pleasantly surprised. We also got to stop at Crater Lake on the way home. I hadn't been there in like a year, so it was nice too see it again. I love that place. I could sit there for hours and hours just staring into space. The water looks so peaceful there, and I always have a dream that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; across, although I know that if I tried I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; die of coldness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blueberry harvest has begun. I hate that part of the summer. It means that I have to wake up at the freaking butt-crack of dawn to pick berries. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;GGGGGRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. I think that it has just been recently that I have hated it, because mom said that I used to love it. I think that was when all of my friends were losers like me and didn't have a job, so it was kind of a social occasion. Now I'm only going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I don't have a job and these people are really good friends of the family so I feel bad not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is some kind of church camp that I'm going to help out at. I really don't know what to expect. One day at school I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; teacher and she was very peppy...like really. Like she was excited about what we were learning in BIOLOGY... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ewwww&lt;/span&gt;. What a freak. Anyway, she told me that I reminded her of her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Okay... Anyway, she said that I seemed like I would be someone that would be good with helping out little kids. Okay, that's just weird, because you all know about GS camp. Anyway, she asked me if I was interested in helping at this church camp this summer... and I, being the idiot that I am was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; "oh...sure" thinking that she was only a sub. and that she wouldn't remember me the next day. Then it turned out that she was friends with my mom, and then I knew that there was no way that I was going to get out of this predicament. So yesterday I get a call from her, and she was frantically trying to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; helpers at this camp. I felt bad for her, and I said that I would be there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;... there goes my week of laying around, reading and getting a tan... like I need one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt; Mia, and I have to say, my friends told me before that it was cheesy... and I would hate to say it, but they were right. The acting wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;stellar&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, it was kind of cute. There was only one actor who's singing was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; cringe-worthy, I don't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; who it was, or what he was singing, but Devon had told me right before that it sucked, and she was right. But in the end, it wasn't all that bad. It was a cute movie. I'm glad I saw it. But it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not as good as the Mystery Science Theatre that we saw afterwards. I think that show is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; awesome. But when I was trying to explain it to some of my friends the next day, they looked my like I was on crack and said that I was retarded. Well... apparently it's not for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;.. :) which is really too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Bat Man&lt;em&gt;...The Dark Kight&lt;/em&gt;... or whatever it is... I don't remember... anyway, it wasn't worth remembering. Although it was nice to see Heath Ledger's last movie. I did enjoy watching him, but not all the time, obviously, because it was gross.I have a weak stomach... obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Michelley&lt;/span&gt;-Ellie is living at her home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Lacomb&lt;/span&gt; again... which I am totally excited about. I have been able to see her this summer, and although it's not the same as it used to be, it's better than nothing. I miss the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Lacombie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Homies&lt;/span&gt;, but it's alright. Morgan promised that she would come back in August to jump off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Larwood&lt;/span&gt; Bridge with me, so when she comes back, I hope we will be able to get the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Lacombie&lt;/span&gt; group back together for a few days.... not counting Tucker... if you know what I mean.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have finished the book, Plain Truth, I guess a while ago, but I loved it! I was so good. I love those kind of books. I have for a while been pondering the idea of maybe going to Law school, because there were a few people that told me that because I love to argue and read, that I would make a really good lawyer. However, the thing is, I would want to be a defense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;attorney&lt;/span&gt;. And the problem with that is, I would be representing people that are clearly guilty. And I have been taught my whole life that lying is wrong... right? But I thing that although maybe 90% of my clients would be guilty, I would be in it for the 10% that is innocent. Who knows. I don't know what it is I want to do anymore, which I am told is normal, but I don't like it one bit. I have always wanted to be an music teacher, but now I'm thinking Law, and I have also been considering English or Journalism... I hate this... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know... I suppose I'm only a Junior, but I want to know before I'm a senior... unlike a lot of people who change their major like 80 thousand times. But whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-4497950376170127674?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/4497950376170127674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=4497950376170127674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4497950376170127674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/4497950376170127674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-my-ghost-runner-on-third-in.html' title='This is my &apos;Ghost Runner&apos; (on third) in place of my Journal'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-2753997662551554131</id><published>2008-07-12T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:40:38.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GS camp'/><title type='text'>Girl Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things that gross me out:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Best Pots&lt;br /&gt;-not being able to shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;-eating food cooked by girls that are my little sisters' age&lt;br /&gt;-having to put on clean clothes when I'm dirty&lt;br /&gt;-the smell of shrimp cooking :(&lt;br /&gt;-having to sleep in a camper with a live moth flying around waiting to suck out my eyeballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that make me happy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my book&lt;br /&gt;-hanging out with little kids&lt;br /&gt;-singing camp songs&lt;br /&gt;-taking long hikes&lt;br /&gt;-doing all sorts of games and crafts with the kids&lt;br /&gt;-eating food made in a Dutch oven&lt;br /&gt;-the pioneer bonet that was made for me :)&lt;br /&gt;-eating s'mores&lt;br /&gt;-being the favorite counselor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see,the things that make me happy definitely outweigh the things that gross me out, which is the reason I keep coming back every year. It was a ton of fun, and I can't wait until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-2753997662551554131?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/2753997662551554131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=2753997662551554131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2753997662551554131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/2753997662551554131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl-scout-camp.html' title='Girl Scout Camp'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-5948817560341236819</id><published>2008-07-06T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:43.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GS camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>this is pretty random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend Taylor came over to help me make a birthday cake for a friend of mine.Right from the start, things went from bad to worse to terrible as you can see...but it was still a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday KP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHqTiGnHr7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MOZt1akndug/s1600-h/100_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHqTiGnHr7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MOZt1akndug/s320/100_0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648931989041074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHqThv-AcxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jxdU-gUh23I/s1600-h/100_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHqThv-AcxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jxdU-gUh23I/s320/100_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648925911020306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHFczAwLMQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6VQYfTNHiHM/s1600-h/100_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220055474544259330" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHFczAwLMQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6VQYfTNHiHM/s320/100_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so last week I was gone at basketball team camp.Yey. lol. It would have been more fun if I wouldn't have rolled my ankle on the first day. It was so lame. Thankfully, there were a ton of athletic trainers that were there just for that purpose. Jessica was the trainer that took care of me. She was really nice, and she checked up on me like 4 times everyday, at least. So i basically got to limp around the college campus all week and not get to participate in hardly any basketball... just what i wanted. lol.Oh well, i still got to watch and learn and hang out with my team, which basically became my family while i was there. Team Camp really brought the team together I think. All but I think one of us got along the entire time we were there.It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Girl Scout Camp, and I am super psyched! I go every year as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; not a camper, so don't laugh. This year's theme is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pioneer Days &lt;/span&gt;which should be totally cool&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think on Friday we are going to do like "Lebanon's Pioneer Days" and are going to have a very small strawberry parade complete with strawberry shortcake. I think it's gonna be cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-5948817560341236819?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/5948817560341236819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=5948817560341236819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5948817560341236819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/5948817560341236819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/couple-of-weeks-ago-my-dear-friend.html' title='this is pretty random'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SHqTiGnHr7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MOZt1akndug/s72-c/100_0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293527837112457711.post-3135681051181476826</id><published>2008-07-04T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:32:39.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>TA-DA!!!</title><content type='html'>This is very strange. I always thought that blogging was for people that had really interesting lives.... until i began reading some blogs... lol. I'm not really sure if this is going to last very long at all, but I'm going to give it a try. Basically, I'm just really bored with myspace and facebook. Although I don't really know what it is that I'm expecting with blogging.. oh well. Here goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/293527837112457711-3135681051181476826?l=mybriefnovel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/feeds/3135681051181476826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=293527837112457711&amp;postID=3135681051181476826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3135681051181476826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/293527837112457711/posts/default/3135681051181476826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybriefnovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/ta-da.html' title='TA-DA!!!'/><author><name>cmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01327405421247585307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdWUMkNXQis/SgXz-UYO7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TTG-UX55DUA/S220/img_1028.jpgb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
