<?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-788774791335198884</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:14:34.286-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Simple Delights'/><category term='Sore Thumb'/><category term='Long Shots'/><category term='Realizations and Ideas'/><category term='Mysterious to Me'/><category term='Hug it Out'/><category term='Out to See the World'/><category term='My Stupid Stories'/><category term='Performances'/><category term='Life of a Schoolgirl'/><category term='Gotta Share'/><category term='Daydreams'/><title type='text'>Rachel in the Middle</title><subtitle type='html'>"Hope for me was a place uncharted and overgrown." ---Paramore.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6662087417119690572</id><published>2010-05-31T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:38:55.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I feel a little weird coming back to the blog after a long Winter(and Spring, for that matter). I was such a dork that put my low self-esteem feelings out there when I felt like hating myself. I feel like I am the new and improved Rachel now, and I'm trying to forget what a strange, like, tweenager or whatever I used to be. Just like 6th and 7th grade. Dude, there was something wrong with me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here I am, 14 years old in another 10 days, a foot taller than I was when I was 12, and I feel a lot older, not just two years...ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...8th grade has just ended and I was really dreading the summer...just not seeing friends all the time. But in the last 3 days of summer, I've been feeling pretty ok about it :D The lack of drama is incredible, and I already have been seeing some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the spare time on my hands, I'm turning back to you guys. Thanks! -Rachel(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6662087417119690572?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6662087417119690572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6662087417119690572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6662087417119690572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6662087417119690572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2010/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-2949680849928450388</id><published>2009-06-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:12:04.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Shots'/><title type='text'>THE STRETCHING WORKS.</title><content type='html'>HELLO . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a happy little summer so far! When school got out, there was no way I could touch my toes standing up or sitting down, but get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE STRETCHING WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can now do both!!! Oh yea. That's easy to most girls my age, but come on, this is coming from the girl who can't please the PE teacher even with the largest efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went camping and I got a turn to drive! I'm not even as dangerous as I thought I was . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my first factor was going to be strength, but I decided to flexibility with it, because a) I need to start it asap and b) That's more expected of me. Even though I suck at both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously! The last week I wanted to see how many push-ups I could do, and I collapsed on the ground a few times before coming out with like 3. It's really sad. But I'm improving some, I guess. This Thursday is my birthday! Be happy for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/788774791335198884-2949680849928450388?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2949680849928450388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=2949680849928450388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/2949680849928450388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/2949680849928450388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/06/stretching-works.html' title='THE STRETCHING WORKS.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-7540508193592427783</id><published>2009-05-29T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:13:11.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>Hi, I am so incredibly bored that I just might die. So instead of doing just that, I decided to sit at my computer and talk to all you lovely friends and family of mine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School's out! Can you believe it? I had myself pretty convinced that there wasn't anything that could make me happier, but now that it's really over(and has been for hours) I wonder,(as I do yearly) who is Rachel without something to torture her so frequently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to make a smoothie . . . Even AFTER that entire Orange Julius incident in the kitchen. My parents are working, my brothers are working, too(getting paid to mow lawns), so I guess that makes me the lazy one! Never as lazy as Jed, though. I'm just burning my time. He he. have a wonderful summer to the rest of you people not yet out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgoDoANGnFE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgoDoANGnFE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-7540508193592427783?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7540508193592427783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=7540508193592427783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7540508193592427783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7540508193592427783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4399430300345726855</id><published>2009-05-27T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:13:37.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Shots'/><title type='text'>Goals for this Summer</title><content type='html'>We got our yearbooks today, and I gotta tell you all about this thing I did! So this Braxton kid wanted me to sign his little booklet since he didn't have a yearbook, and I didn't know it was his, I thought it was Nikki's, so I sort of signed off that he should "keep rockin' it girl!" Good thing it's the end of the year, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In PE class,  my friend Shulese and I have always been the ones hiding behind everyone else and who can't do a retarded pull-up, so we made a goal that when we return to the same PE teachers next year, we will be flexible, athletic, strong, sporty, and skillful. Everything that we've been lacking in that class all semester. My Gym teacher, Kari, thinks I'm like a scrawny little weakling that can't do a shuttle run without tripping over her own feet. Something I hope to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I also hope to focus on composing. Okay, I'm no Mozart or anything, but I want to be able to do that. My piano teacher is helping me with that. She believes that composing is the best part about music and even has one student that has won 4 scholarships because of his compositions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go to my babysitting job. Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-4399430300345726855?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4399430300345726855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4399430300345726855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4399430300345726855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4399430300345726855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/goals-for-this-summer.html' title='Goals for this Summer'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6561298394940535462</id><published>2009-05-22T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:14:34.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations and Ideas'/><title type='text'>Hey.</title><content type='html'>Lately I've realized how people are not, in the basics, concerned about one another's lives. Why shouldn't they be? Just things like "Cool," "I'm sorry," "Wow," and "Hmmm" make you stop to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's driving me insane. When something's on my mind, I write it down so I don't explode later with stress, but I'm not exactly tempted to start the entire notebook thing again. A locked diary would be nice, too, but my only one that I havn't even touched since I bought it in third grade, I hid in my closet to look up again, only to find a heartless stocker stole it. I'll bet you I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like, NO to the "write it down, it's mentally healthy" thing. But talking does no good. I used to love to share what I felt, and always did, but if people don't listen, don't care, what's the use in showing it's important to you? I have to pretend I don't want to share. I sort of don't. Not with people who don't freikin give a crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of what I got the blog for. But it's public. And believe me, sharing a "private" blog is stupider than it may seem. I know the stress can make you snap later, but I don't want to do any of these possibilities. Have an idea? Personally, I like to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6561298394940535462?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6561298394940535462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6561298394940535462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6561298394940535462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6561298394940535462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title='Hey.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1376654214798253090</id><published>2009-05-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:31:24.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Stupid Stories'/><title type='text'>Another Blog!</title><content type='html'>I have another blog where I record a sort of diary of my main character in one of my stories.  I'm not going to send it to you every time it gets updated, but if you want to be able to view it, email a request to me so I can unblock it to just you few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaciasyours.blogspot.com/"&gt;kaciasyours.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-1376654214798253090?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1376654214798253090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1376654214798253090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1376654214798253090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1376654214798253090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-blogs.html' title='Another Blog!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-2817307876322159474</id><published>2009-05-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:52:28.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>FINE NOW!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know?  I can't yet figure out how to get the disneyland pics onto this post, but guess what?  THE LACK OF POSTS IS KILLING ME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1)&lt;/span&gt; I have been to disneyland again, yes, but I've also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; been in that music video, looking totally rockin in my pink, green and silver.  And get this---I WORE MAKEUP!!! Yeah.  I know. I guess this means I must edit my "about me" on the front page.&lt;br /&gt;I've also had an easier time with managing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;I've rediscovered my love for books and can be seen in the halls being shoved by people who don't realize my preoccupation with what I'm experiencing in Louisa May Alcott's complex, yet flowing written language. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; I have dedicated myself to writing once again,  which happens to a constant way I express myself.  My English teacher is impressed with my persuasive writing, but I only do good on what I feel like doing good.  I have to enjoy it, and that means no essays on the economy.  Speaking of so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; I have been working on the two classes that need improvement(no secret, it's Math and Science) and have been working on organization between my piano practicing, homework, and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; My friends.  In school, at least.  I realized how ridiculous it was to do so much and hang around people who didn't care a twig about me.  One day the final straw came, and instead of handling it as poorly as them, I left, unnoticed.  As my mother says, "If you can escape, you probably should."  I now notice that no matter what hardships I experience, the weight middle school may burden upon my shoulders, I can be me.  No matter how many girls stick their noses in the air, no matter what gossip roams the hall, and no matter who looks down on me, I have a small list.  A list proving that I can handle the new and old things in life, and with grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-2817307876322159474?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/2817307876322159474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=2817307876322159474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/2817307876322159474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/2817307876322159474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/05/fine-now.html' title='FINE NOW!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-8223596182322317571</id><published>2009-04-12T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:18:44.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>peeps and quacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PP&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;EASTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny has not failed to please this year.  10 little pink peeps---what's better?  It is miracle weather here, starting yesterday(well, it's dulled down a bit since then).  There has been little wind, plentiful sunshine, and a joyful touch to the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malcom in the Middle &lt;/span&gt;episode where the older brother, Francis, at military school, made a bet that he could eat 100 "quacks" with another boy claiming that the marshmallows would expand before there was 100 actually in his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny!  Just a short clip . . . have a great Easter and I hope you can break Francis's record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pd-hbI0UsBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&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/Pd-hbI0UsBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/788774791335198884-8223596182322317571?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8223596182322317571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8223596182322317571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8223596182322317571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8223596182322317571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/peeps-and-quacks.html' title='peeps and quacks'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-3460876677523761123</id><published>2009-04-06T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:19:52.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hug it Out'/><title type='text'>April 6th</title><content type='html'>It is April 6th and the weather is finally looking up to the actual time of year.  My heart is rejoicing at the thought of moist, dark green blades of grass and the full, much-needed trees with bloom with their sorry, dead visage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so looking forward to the summer that I've come to like my own idea of having a mini flower garden in my bedroom window well.  It will have honeysuckles, pink roses, and perhaps daisies,  and if enough money is left over, some red roses would be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Disneyland so soon, and that warm weather will be so awesome!  Yayayayayay!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-3460876677523761123?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3460876677523761123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=3460876677523761123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/3460876677523761123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/3460876677523761123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-6th.html' title='April 6th'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-645711429301062288</id><published>2009-03-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:20:44.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hug it Out'/><title type='text'>why, what, shall, and can</title><content type='html'>I know I've said this before, but the more I make myself analyze this world, the more I see that needs to be repaired.  Why do small children go hungry in Africa?  Why are the trees being slaughtered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.  There's more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are there so many wicked dictators in poor countries?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are women being killed and mistreated in Islam countries?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does man love smog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happened to the Dodo bird?  Where are the other animals headed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why should we love to kill?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are people so inclined to argue and surrender to their violence cravings?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why have whites basically dominated the world?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shall I live to 95 and still see a patch of something green?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can people love just a little more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How are so many bad things---crimes, drugs---are heard more often than of good things?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I the only one who wonderes why, what, shall, and can?  If there is no one with me, it cannot improve.  It will always sink my spirits to see all the terrible things going on, things I can't help in as big of ways as I would like.  Ok, this post is a little depressing, but I think more people need to know, in a world of denial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-645711429301062288?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/645711429301062288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=645711429301062288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/645711429301062288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/645711429301062288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-what-shall-and-can.html' title='why, what, shall, and can'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5289639141147482667</id><published>2009-03-23T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:22:57.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>1st concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; was the best ever!  As my first concert, it's the best one I think that could possibly have ever occurred.  Thanks to that one night, I am so past Edward Cullen!  I know that it's a much shorter time than others, but I thought 3 hours playing cards on the sidewalk outside the local theater was a slow, boring time.  It wouldn't have been so boring if I didn't know what happened once I got to go inside.  But in those 3 hours I just so happened to meet an American Idol contestant from this season.  I feel like an idiot because I didn't even know his name, but he is closest to that Jorge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nuñes&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Except&lt;/span&gt; when I saw him, he had sunglasses on and had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Afro&lt;/span&gt;-styled ponytail.  I got his signature on one of Lauren's Joker cards, but do you think I can read it?  Now I'm frustrated because I really should watch American Idol, but we don't even have cable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bloody nose so I got inside early!  Kinda cool to say but nothing really even happened besides the sink shooting water everywhere.  To say the least, I was on the news as a crazy screaming chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an eternity, and after 3 McDonald's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheeseburgers&lt;/span&gt;(:)) we went in, the theater, which was looking more glorious then ever before.  We got a really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; from the balcony's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row, so even though we weren't the closest to the stage, but we got a way better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; than the people on the bottom could dream to have.  Besides the VIPs.  The VIP tickets were only like 40 dollars and I could have totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; one by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lesley Roy performed a few songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4loBTNvxXiY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4loBTNvxXiY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jv4NJNxLWhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jv4NJNxLWhs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David came on and everyone totally lost it.  I'd say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; or not, like 98% of the fans there were female.  I felt really stupid that I didn't even bring a camera, but I did have Jed's cellphone becase mom had me take it, and so because it took lame pics, I used the videos, even though you couldn't see a thing, the sound was hearable.  He sang all of my favorites, and he sang Jason Mraz and Sara Barreilles, and a song that hasn't even been released yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO GRAVITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone was dancing to that one because, well, David was jumping up and down and sounded totally good just the same, without the motion-caused vibratto.  He sang occupello in Spanish, and he was good at it all, and sounded better live than I thought he would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dUxiXj9Z2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dUxiXj9Z2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Up-iculdfwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Up-iculdfwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't post the live music, but my brother will delete the videos if I touch his phone again.  Seeya and I hope you had a weekend as good as I did!  I'm acting crazy, I know, but chill, you know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5289639141147482667?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5289639141147482667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5289639141147482667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5289639141147482667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5289639141147482667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-concert.html' title='1st concert'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6740308766952348674</id><published>2009-03-19T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:25:14.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>just kidding!</title><content type='html'>My voice has been sounding funny and my throat itchy ever since I awoke on the 17th.  Maybe it's just that Saint Patrick's day is diseased or something, because last year I had a sore throat on St. Patrick's day and had to stay in my pajamas all day, and I think you already can guess how many times I got pinched by Jed on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what!?  I am going over to see David Archuleta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in concert&lt;/span&gt; this weekend!  I mean, it's just so cool that big stars that are really hot like him will come nearby to such an unpopular location to sing for all the noncelebrities.  I mean, that's just so generous. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post I am drafting I think most of all you friends my age will totally hate me for making it so long on that particular topic, and I am sure at least 1 of you won't even read it(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALEX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), but I think it's cool and that if you can't stand to take the time to see it all, you are a jidiot in a bad way that have a closed mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, because you know that I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; perfect and am always open.  I better go because I want to be able to publish it by next week or so, and on my schedule, I really can't say for sure that it's going to happen.  Well, I hope you have a wonderful Friday tomorrow and may you find &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rachel out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6740308766952348674?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6740308766952348674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6740308766952348674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6740308766952348674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6740308766952348674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-kidding.html' title='just kidding!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-8644640618336050531</id><published>2009-03-17T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:25:46.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>day of green get-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                                                                          Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ScAwBlf1MBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7c6o18x1SVk/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ScAwBlf1MBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7c6o18x1SVk/s400/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314300364100808722" 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/788774791335198884-8644640618336050531?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8644640618336050531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8644640618336050531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8644640618336050531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8644640618336050531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-green-get-up.html' title='day of green get-up'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ScAwBlf1MBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7c6o18x1SVk/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5967482946103088352</id><published>2009-03-16T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:27:38.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Schoolgirl'/><title type='text'>my school here</title><content type='html'>I have a few things to say for my school here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a bunch of posters up in the cafeteria about celebrities liking milk and how you should drink it to be leaner and have strong bones.  Well, I think they're running out of celebrity role models because they had to take down Miley Cyrus, the All-American Rejects, and Chris Brown because they've apparently gone crazy with fame or something.  So there's only 3 posters left, a way reduced amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that if you're going to have a talent show, the judges shouldn't be the vice principal, counselor, or the janitor.  I mean sure, they kinda run the school but what's up with their "talent" for recognizing talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I still get to be in it but not really what I auditioned for . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way I get to start home economics next week which I might be a little bit better at than art class, because I basically follow the rules of an assignment but I can't make it look good while I'm at it!  That might be why I have a B.  Or it just might be an A-, but the online checking grades thing is not working for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the eternal break from my blog, but lately there's been a lot of stuff I had to take care of.  Like even more than I can get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still happy!  It's time for dinner and my mom will get mad if she has to yell, so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5967482946103088352?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5967482946103088352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5967482946103088352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5967482946103088352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5967482946103088352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-school-here.html' title='my school here'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6619889618489783522</id><published>2009-03-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:30:12.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>talent show</title><content type='html'>Howdy!  Okay so I just bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt; karaoke on iTunes and I am auditioning with it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering how I'll even do in it, but I'm scared and excited at the same time!  Oops, here comes the song quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And though scary is exciting, nice is different than good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6619889618489783522?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6619889618489783522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6619889618489783522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6619889618489783522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6619889618489783522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/talent-show.html' title='talent show'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-7378720840123663315</id><published>2009-03-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:33:23.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hug it Out'/><title type='text'>almost spring?</title><content type='html'>This is it!  The first day of March.  So close to Spring, but still officially Winter.  I'm excited for the nice weather and leaves on our trees, Easter . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't see why most people see Winter as a dark, cold hole that sucks you in for months.  It's just a season.  Sure, everyone hates the cold, ice, and can you believe some actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate snow?!&lt;/span&gt;  The snow's nearly gone here, and I feel a need for change.  That's what seasons are all about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love John Denver's "Season Suite" songs.  The Winter one is in a happy melody, but mentioning the season trying to get you down.  The Spring one is written as if the rebirth of the earth is a miracle, the Summer's one is all about the cold and gray leaving and the summer sun coming to stay, and the Autumn is just plain mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the life around me&lt;br /&gt;I feel apart of everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I love the life within me&lt;br /&gt;Apart of everything is here in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what's happening around you?&lt;br /&gt;Do your senses know the changes when they come?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see yourself reflected in the season?&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand the need to carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-7378720840123663315?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7378720840123663315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=7378720840123663315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7378720840123663315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7378720840123663315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-spring.html' title='almost spring?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6622150278770133527</id><published>2009-02-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:39:05.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>the song!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!  I'm back.  I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera &lt;/span&gt;for the first time in 2 years.  That may be because I just loved so much then . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has known me since I was in 3rd grade will know how absolutely obessed I was with the story and music of the musical-styled opera about an opera house's "phantom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and speaking of the words "the story" I am considering that Brandi Carlile song as my talent show song, but I might do her "My Song" song of hers. Tell me what you think I should do, and if you've never heard them, they're right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/snb3ALkdag/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/snb3ALkdag/aus=false/" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&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 action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input style="font-size: 12px;" value="Search" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=snb3ALkdag" 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=snb3ALkdag" 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=snb3ALkdag" 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=snb3ALkdag" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/snb3ALkdag/" 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/brandicarlile/music/4AXARqWp/brandi_carlile_the_story/"&gt;The Story - Brandi Carlile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ibNskndGfP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ibNskndGfP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&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 method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=ibNskndGfP" 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=ibNskndGfP" 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=ibNskndGfP" 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=ibNskndGfP" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/ibNskndGfP/" 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/rockmusic14/music/tyrT1iL2/brandi_carlile_my_song/"&gt;My Song - Brandi Carlile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6622150278770133527?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6622150278770133527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6622150278770133527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6622150278770133527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6622150278770133527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/02/song.html' title='the song!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-8475606213792698408</id><published>2009-02-15T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:43:51.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out to See the World'/><title type='text'>disneyland baby!</title><content type='html'>You heard!  The one, the only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adisneyland.disney.go.com/media/dlr_v0200/en_US/_global/modules/navigation/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 32px;" src="http://adisneyland.disney.go.com/media/dlr_v0200/en_US/_global/modules/navigation/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is official, to those of you who have heard, that I will be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; around Spring break.  With my mom teaching Kindergarten now, it's taking a lot of thought and rearranging of schedules to make it work.  I'm just so excited to go to California again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there 2x, one when I was 7, and the other when I was 10.  When I was 7 we went to SEA WORLD and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISNEYLAND&lt;/span&gt;, but when I was 10 we went to American Girl Place and Wicked.  I get to go back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in so many years, and according to my Aunt Andrea, we'll be there EVERYDAY for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I'll end up riding in the end.  I'm what you'd probably call half chicken.  Half of me really wants adventure and will do things unthinkingly for pure fun, but my character is too observant and suspicious for that part to dominate every time, so maybe I'll get the guts to go on the scary ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PS, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM NEVER GOING ON SPLASH MOUNTAIN AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if I'm gonna travel, I have to investigate for the many hauntings supposedly taking place there. These are just things I pulled off of the&lt;a href="http://theshadowlands.net/places/"&gt; haunted places index&lt;/a&gt;.  Sorry, guys.  You know I have an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the christmas shop=many reports of a picture of a straight-faced woman taken in the 19th century frowning at times on one of the shelves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disney gallery=cold spots, tall man found after closing of park and in early mornings believed to be old Walt himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fire station=2nd floor gone unused since Disney's death.  was an apartment for him while he inspected the park and did park business. footsteps heard and knocking on door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;haunted mansion=supposedly 3 spirits. an elderly man, an elderly woman, and a young man. other reported happenings probably apart of the ride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's a small world=dolls move without power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;matterhorn mountain=a woman named Dolly died after falling off a sled and being hit by one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the pirates of the Carrabian=a boy and his mother loved the ride. he died of cancer, she spread the ashes there despite the park's objection, now a boy is seen riding alone at night on the camera, yet no one is there when the boat turns up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;space mountain="mr. one-way." he haunts the ladie's employee locker room as well as the ride, which he had died on the ride in the 70s. he is described as a large man with red hair and a red face often riding with people riding by themselves, but dissapears at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;star trader=cold spots, 4th floor stock room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;old "people mover" ride=a boy jumped off, got caught, and dragged beneath, desperatly pulling at his girlfriend's long blond hair to save himself.  now girl's hair(especally like his girlfriend's)are felt tugged on the ride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tom sawyer's island=several ghosts seen. 3 boys drowned there(rivers of america), all grad night victoms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tommorow land=cold spots, manacing presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Enough for you?  When I was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;, my friend Kaitlin told us about what her older sister, Rachel, learned while working at Disneyland.  According to what was said, The Haunted Mansion is  the one with the little boy's ghost, and The Pirates of the Carrabian has the ghost of the creator that had a wife who was mistreated by the employees.  When horrible things began to happen, they treated her a little differently, and things got better.  If this ghost is real, it has gone absolutley mad with power.  The employees now show respect for the dead man, and his name(concealed form me and Kait), if it is shouted in the ride, "I don't beleive in so-ans-so!" the shouter will be evicted from the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary! I'm all excited now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been invited to sing in 2 churches in other news, and for my cousin's baptism, me and my cousins are singing "I am a Child of God" in Spanish!  I'm pretty excited for that, too.  I am going to be in a music video made by Elite singing "Rockstar" by Miley Cyrus, I'm going to David Archuleta's concert next month, and Argentina next year(WHOO HOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I scared ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-8475606213792698408?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8475606213792698408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8475606213792698408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8475606213792698408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8475606213792698408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/02/disneyland-baby.html' title='disneyland baby!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4409768618163707390</id><published>2009-02-03T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:49:48.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Schoolgirl'/><title type='text'>modernized</title><content type='html'>As a middle school student, its hard to get by without a cell phone or a super-expensive iPod . . . . . here are some videos proving this fact![:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L2fsubA2-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L2fsubA2-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kD1I2J6oDc7qROKKMR-OqQ"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kD1I2J6oDc7qROKKMR-OqQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&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/788774791335198884-4409768618163707390?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4409768618163707390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4409768618163707390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4409768618163707390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4409768618163707390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/02/modernized.html' title='modernized'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-555398136674727550</id><published>2009-02-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:51:57.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydreams'/><title type='text'>this is such an awesome show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_l_fJHw8YCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_l_fJHw8YCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alias&lt;/span&gt; is so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-555398136674727550?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/555398136674727550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=555398136674727550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/555398136674727550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/555398136674727550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-such-awesome-show.html' title='this is such an awesome show!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4507573358022437132</id><published>2009-01-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:53:30.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Thumb'/><title type='text'>just "dance"</title><content type='html'>This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; reporting once again to everybody on a boring, white, sunny, lazy morning.  My depressing January was avoided this year, I am ever so proud to state.  I had my moments in the past month, but I feel an oh-so-huge improvement.  I started a new hobby, keep up with my old ones, and always have at least one positive thought in my mind.  I'm almost through with January and I'm able to say I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Elite thing is fun, but I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;never been a good dancer&lt;/span&gt;.  My whole life I've tried with baby steps, but if there's a big dance coming up, and someone breaks a leg a day before they perform, you could do better than choose me for a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for sports, but I gave up trying on that years ago when I found out that balls would probably never stop repeatedly socking me in the head.  In PE, we're doing this hip-hop dance, and If you're looking for me, I'm the one in the back moving like a wet noodle with my moves 5 seconds late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's just me . . . I've always been so desperately trying to dance because I love to act and sing, and those things I love just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to be so closely tied with dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elite requires all that dancing experience and know-how that I just don't have despite all the years of my life I've spent trying.  At the very least, I have a good solo . . . the 2nd verse of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If We Were a Movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of at least one person who is good at nearly EVERYTHING.  You know, even a little sports, typing, dancing, singing, acting, and piano.  I just don't get it.  People aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be good at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-4507573358022437132?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4507573358022437132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4507573358022437132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4507573358022437132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4507573358022437132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-dance.html' title='just &quot;dance&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6988634764403227825</id><published>2009-01-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:54:41.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Thumb'/><title type='text'>16 lame excuses</title><content type='html'>I've been watching WAY too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONUTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I havn't really been blogging.  I must say, I'm busier than I was in September.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the excuses right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My obsession with TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My piano practicing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Typing practing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The long journey home every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our computer's virus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The short story contest that probably doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My attempt to save the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 6 1/2 hours I spend at middle school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My head that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't &lt;/span&gt;shut up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My goal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Songwriting I havn't done in a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6988634764403227825?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6988634764403227825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6988634764403227825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6988634764403227825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6988634764403227825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/16-lame-excuses.html' title='16 lame excuses'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1712748948123958138</id><published>2009-01-25T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:55:28.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Schoolgirl'/><title type='text'>mistales</title><content type='html'>Howdy everyoneaaaaa1 I'mj making many a mistale in t yping because im trying to LEARN to typr for the first time on my dad'a laptop. Its hard enough to say anything on alaptop without it being your first time tr ying on any computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p;ease excuse my mistales.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I've switched to my normal way. I've been practicing at nimblefingers.com all weekend due to the fact I have officially started typing class. And this Mr. Whatshisface is not the friendliest keyboarding teacher in this litte town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically use the same typing program the school bought in the 80's. I like nimblefingers.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also began P.E., but we have done nothing but get lockers in the locker rooms. Mine is almost as big as my math text book(HUGE, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is dificult, but you can draw anything on any peice of paper for extra credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going fine for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-1712748948123958138?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1712748948123958138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1712748948123958138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1712748948123958138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1712748948123958138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/howdy-everyoneaaaaa1-imj-making-many.html' title='mistales'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5310469172562086396</id><published>2009-01-19T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:56:37.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>winter 2009</title><content type='html'>The weekend has been great.&lt;br /&gt;So many hours of doing nothing, but a single trip can make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Winter is such a wonderful season.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SXU3C_hgNqI/AAAAAAAAANo/qmjzV05rZWg/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SXU2m-3ETSI/AAAAAAAAANI/3NDpzjQYQhA/s400/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293196980380781858" 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/788774791335198884-5310469172562086396?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5310469172562086396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5310469172562086396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5310469172562086396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5310469172562086396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-2009.html' title='winter 2009'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SXU3C_hgNqI/AAAAAAAAANo/qmjzV05rZWg/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6882178297770529133</id><published>2009-01-16T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:59:01.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Thumb'/><title type='text'>a simple reminder</title><content type='html'>I warned you all from the beginning how often I seem to shift characters. Sometimes angry out of my head, sometimes depressed and boring, sometimes having things to say that you people really want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you-all listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6882178297770529133?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6882178297770529133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6882178297770529133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6882178297770529133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6882178297770529133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-reminder.html' title='a simple reminder'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5905127451700001594</id><published>2009-01-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:16:13.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hug it Out'/><title type='text'>How Can You Safely Prevent Global Warming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How%20can%20you%20reduce%20the%20global%20warming%20without%20affecting%20prices%20and%20companies%20and%20the%20qualitity%20of%20life-style%20you%20know%20have"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't reduce global warming at all. And if you made any serious effort to do so, it will destroy the world's economy. But, fortunately, you don't have take such drastic steps. Global warming, if it's happening at all, is not caused by mankind. And even if it is happening, and even if it is caused by mankind, it is, for the most part, a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So perhaps our economy is based on inhumane, murderous, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destructive &lt;/span&gt;actions, but WHY?! Mumble, mumble mumble, curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I look for in life. I found this on Wiki Answers, and I have now an account on it as Greengirl12. I am shooting out questions concerning these sick people and what I can do to stop them. This winter weather is not of my liking, based on ideas of why its occurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Treehugger! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care!&lt;/span&gt; I want to take part of saving my own life and the life around me. You can die if you want, but I value my existence, my world more than these companies, more than stacks of wasted paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If John Denver and Bob Marley have taught me anything, it's that mankind has it all backwards and needs to live a better lifestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will by golly go out of my way to save this Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gonna stop me?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5905127451700001594?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5905127451700001594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5905127451700001594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5905127451700001594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5905127451700001594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-can-you-safely-prevent-global.html' title='How Can You Safely Prevent Global Warming?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-7438655433525055360</id><published>2009-01-11T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:17:38.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>Events of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elite. My friend Lauren has invited me to be apart of her sing/dance/act group. This lady in charge offered to give Lauren something free or whatever to get 3 more girls to join. It's a very small group, with more boys than girls, but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;excited to join, seeing as these kids have auditioned for parts in movies to come to the theater(and got callbacks!) perform at the fair, elementary schools, make music vidoes, and record in studios. I've recorded a CD only once, for fairy tale theater kits to sell, and I had some acting and a short song as Gretel. But in February, we're doing a music video---setti&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:yMiv7tCgsIcGAM:http://express.howstuffworks.com/gif/wq-money-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 119px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:yMiv7tCgsIcGAM:http://express.howstuffworks.com/gif/wq-money-woman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng preffered at the mall, but plan B is BLAST-OFF. I can't wait to do it&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_pqnsKWlpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_pqnsKWlpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; again next Thursday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money. I have decided to sell my camera to my parents and get theirs in return. I've been way too tempted to spend, so I really could use a little more before it's all gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies. I'm more fascinated with movies than I've ever been before---and trust me, I have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; will always be one of my very favorites, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malcom in the Middle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-files&lt;/span&gt; . . . And the movies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/span&gt;are just as appealing to me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SW0uVf2qJOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TNsfx7XK-aY/s1600-h/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SW0uVf2qJOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TNsfx7XK-aY/s400/IMG_4427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936084093084898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skiing! I'm already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;much better than I was back in '08. The speed is so addictive, and I can't pull myself&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJIAdF8SY2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJIAdF8SY2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; away from the danger I know and love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Umm . . . Yeah, about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grades&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-7438655433525055360?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7438655433525055360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=7438655433525055360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7438655433525055360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7438655433525055360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/events-of-2009.html' title='Events of 2009'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SW0uVf2qJOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TNsfx7XK-aY/s72-c/IMG_4427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-3119379095174297017</id><published>2009-01-05T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:19:22.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Share'/><title type='text'>1 Word Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Your significant other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Motherly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="EC_EC_Ih2E3d"&gt; &lt;div&gt; 5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fatherly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Your favorite drink? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_Ih2E3d"&gt;    Jamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Your dream/goal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Adventure&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;0. The room you're in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. Your fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_Ih2E3d"&gt;     Lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Where were you last night?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. What you're not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     Regular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. Muffins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. One of your wish list items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Converse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17. Where you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. The last thing you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aeroplostale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. Your life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Frightening&lt;br /&gt;21. your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22. Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23. Your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24. Favorite thing to buy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25. Favorite Store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26. Your summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Athletic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27. Your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_Ih2E3d"&gt;28. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When is the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Depends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who will/would re-post this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i don't flippin know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-3119379095174297017?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/3119379095174297017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=3119379095174297017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/3119379095174297017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/3119379095174297017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-word-answers.html' title='1 Word Answers'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6716024686951185287</id><published>2009-01-04T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:57:31.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>I bought myself my own camera! Haha! But my mom and dad actually think it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;than theirs, so they want to pay me for it, and I give $40 in return of their scratched, used, 5.0 mega pixel camera. Wow, but with the money back I could get that digital recorder I've been wanting, roller blades, and converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going over the options, because, well, it's not that bad of a camera. I might even be able to get a cell phone, but then I'd have to pay for service, text, and minutes. I think a cell phone sounded so cool before because all my friends just have their parents pay for all of it. My parents tell me a cell phone will be appropriate when I get a regular job as a teenager, but still I would have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6716024686951185287?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6716024686951185287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6716024686951185287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6716024686951185287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6716024686951185287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-8761491144131714529</id><published>2009-01-03T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:19:52.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Schoolgirl'/><title type='text'>PARANOID</title><content type='html'>Soon school will be back, and once more I will have too much to do. Sure, times of breaks have been boring, but at least I don't have to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a normal cycle. School starts in January, I plan to make myself a better person, I give up and am depressed for the rest of winter. That is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;not gonna happen this year. But Omigosh---art, P.E., typing---I can't do those! It's not in my ability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention the semester finals! Oooooh, I'm getting paranoid. Okay, I'll leave it at that but I'm still on my edge. You hear that?! Edge! Oh, dear, oh, dear, I need some sleep---yes, yes, yes---I should manage until school starts . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(SCHOOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-8761491144131714529?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8761491144131714529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8761491144131714529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8761491144131714529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8761491144131714529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/paranoid.html' title='PARANOID'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-7798228217662851881</id><published>2009-01-02T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:21:15.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations and Ideas'/><title type='text'>I Beleive</title><content type='html'>My desires inside have usually come out at Christmas break. I suppose it's just the point in life in which I remind myself who I want to be, what I want in life, and what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Earth is not the ENTIRE world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SV5w3WPQTpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/i7cYTTUenmw/s1600-h/IMG_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SV5w3WPQTpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/i7cYTTUenmw/s320/IMG_4128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286787108744220306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that people are not always human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Earth's forests, mountains, beaches, and deserts are more valuable than any building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe some of my ancient ancestors were wrong about stealing land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is more to the world than science can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every person matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is life after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell from some of these that I'm warped by the X-Files!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-7798228217662851881?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7798228217662851881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=7798228217662851881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7798228217662851881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7798228217662851881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-beleive.html' title='I Beleive'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SV5w3WPQTpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/i7cYTTUenmw/s72-c/IMG_4128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4584968141331937847</id><published>2009-01-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:23:21.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Share'/><title type='text'>First 2009 Post!</title><content type='html'>Happy 2009! We made it and so did I. I was able to find enough coins in my desk to say I've officially made it to $200 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a certain point I'd like to make . . . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;is using my email address to create an account on fling.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I found a picture on the internet that looks like a grown-up me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10913792/displaymode/1107/s/2/framenumber/4/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just copy and paste that code in the address bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-4584968141331937847?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4584968141331937847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4584968141331937847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4584968141331937847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4584968141331937847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-2009-post.html' title='First 2009 Post!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1421168328706416468</id><published>2008-12-31T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:23:49.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Shots'/><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Last year I had made a determined goal to earn $200 of my very own before the end of 2008. I mostly made that decision based on my weakness, and it was something I wanted to improve. I haven't counted my money all year(as far as I can recall), and right now I have made it to $189.94. 10 measly dollars away! I am still flipping my room up and down for more pennies or quarters to say I made the commitment and followed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, will that cash be fun to blow!(Kidding or not, I'm moving on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm not basing it on weakness. I want some sort of an adventure. You know, like in those movies of kid heroes and whatnot. I always jump at chances, but somehow, someone gets me to lose interest eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, that's all. It may be even more difficult than my 2008 one because I'm not sure how babysitting can help me in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and I hope you make it to midnight!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-1421168328706416468?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1421168328706416468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1421168328706416468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1421168328706416468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1421168328706416468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4901046243790390849</id><published>2008-12-27T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:25:19.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Wall*E and Christmas</title><content type='html'>Wowtheresalotofsnow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because lately we've been on the ski hill and we've come across people around there that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the snow but stick around for a white Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're at about a little less than a foot deep, and it's still snowing! We had our ancient '52 snowmobile repaired and we're flying around on that piece of junk like no tomorrow. Let me tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roller blades, scooters, skateboards and bicycles I can do. &lt;/span&gt;But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me and fourwheelers, cars, motorcycles or snowmobiles are a dangerous mix.&lt;/span&gt; My brothers joke that when I'm taking my driver's test, I'll do nothing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:EmbJM45MmdvNwM:http://www.planetsave.com/files/2007/12/santa-claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 118px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:EmbJM45MmdvNwM:http://www.planetsave.com/files/2007/12/santa-claus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but stomp on the gas and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the snowmobile I'm just working on. We have a dogsled to drag each other on . . . it's fun . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like Christmas? Mine wasn't so bad either---I'm left with candy and STUFF! Yeah, those things are my favorite in the whole world . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Micheal's presents was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:cTdZUjTmFwwKjM:http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/Wall-E-from-pixar-disney-1491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:cTdZUjTmFwwKjM:http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/Wall-E-from-pixar-disney-1491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched it last night and it's SO my type of movie(Clarification: treehugger movie)! All we need to change our world is 2 awoken people, 1 leader, and 2 robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZisWjdjs-gM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZisWjdjs-gM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/788774791335198884-4901046243790390849?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4901046243790390849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4901046243790390849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4901046243790390849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4901046243790390849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/walle-and-christmas.html' title='Wall*E and Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-975000434471942026</id><published>2008-12-24T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:25:53.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>In Case You Forgot . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS EVERY OTHER HOLIDAY THIS WINTER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/788774791335198884-975000434471942026?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/975000434471942026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=975000434471942026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/975000434471942026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/975000434471942026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-case-you-forgot.html' title='In Case You Forgot . . .'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5999188175218227265</id><published>2008-12-23T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:26:35.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Share'/><title type='text'>"This is Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1WYd732SeI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1WYd732SeI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure this show "Camp Rock" was retarded, but I can really relate to the characters and this song is really cool so I hope you can consider seeing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5999188175218227265?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5999188175218227265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5999188175218227265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5999188175218227265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5999188175218227265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thought-for-sure-this-show-camp-rock.html' title='&quot;This is Me&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5911343180150803904</id><published>2008-12-21T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:26:58.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Pizazz</title><content type='html'>This is my first year making my VERY OWN gingerbread house!!!!! It was really fun, though I must say I've eaten more of the candy than I should have. My Grandma bought each of her grandchildren one, which was SO very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more good news is that I've been doing really well with getting gifts for everyone. I have only a few more gifts to produce . . . Oh and my doggie Gracie! Because she's least likely to check out the updates on my blog, I'll tell you what I'm giving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:kENkKDTPmrtbHM:http://www.bowsandbands.com/bows/0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 113px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:kENkKDTPmrtbHM:http://www.bowsandbands.com/bows/0667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pink bow to add pizazz to her shock coller,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ith9crDTYVKPKM:http://dooverstore.com/images/JingleBellsOnPine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 114px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ith9crDTYVKPKM:http://dooverstore.com/images/JingleBellsOnPine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                and some jingle bells too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you the brightest holiday spirit and I should be back before Christmas . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5911343180150803904?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5911343180150803904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5911343180150803904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5911343180150803904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5911343180150803904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/pizazz.html' title='Pizazz'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-9144727564600630989</id><published>2008-12-15T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:27:40.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>This season is almost indescribable. It's just so happy and warm and fun . . .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3d/Christmas_collage.PNG/781px-Christmas_collage.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 781px; height: 599px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3d/Christmas_collage.PNG/781px-Christmas_collage.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy the snow has come. Lots of it, too. We had a few years of little snow, and it's finally snowing like it did when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to boss you people around, make a secret Santa gift and give it to the person who least expects it. Be happy and DONT FORGET TO DRINK YOUR OVALTINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-9144727564600630989?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/9144727564600630989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=9144727564600630989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/9144727564600630989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/9144727564600630989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-season-is-almost-indescribable.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1413945495734811675</id><published>2008-12-14T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:28:00.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Lucia Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jOZ4oYCMp2zSpM:http://www.sweden.se/upload/Sweden_se/english/Theme%2520sites/Celebrating_new/luciabullar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 95px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jOZ4oYCMp2zSpM:http://www.sweden.se/upload/Sweden_se/english/Theme%2520sites/Celebrating_new/luciabullar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy day after Lucia's Day! Here are the St. Lucia Buns: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;good! St. Lucia's Day is a Swedish Christmas tradition, and because of our large Swedish heritage, we have celebrated it the past few years for fun and because a hundred years ago, that was what our family was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:UiHGG88Q-HSiXM:http://bp2.blogger.com/_8NIJnTzTXqc/R2MxjSNwksI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TnS-AjzJXE4/s400/lucia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 114px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:UiHGG88Q-HSiXM:http://bp2.blogger.com/_8NIJnTzTXqc/R2MxjSNwksI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TnS-AjzJXE4/s400/lucia.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Lucia was a girl that would feed the poor and the prisoners by night so she wouldn't get caught. She wore a pine bow as a crown to hold up the candles, wore a white dress with a red sash, and carried a tray of food and more &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:g8ppTr-RYQc1AM:http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MuOZxUqfAYo/SLWMMRwdHdI/AAAAAAAAElw/6VmW_uhhTXE/americangirls%2B076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:g8ppTr-RYQc1AM:http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MuOZxUqfAYo/SLWMMRwdHdI/AAAAAAAAElw/6VmW_uhhTXE/americangirls%2B076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candle light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we celebrate it with the eldest daughter of the family dressing in a white dress, cranberry and pine crown and sash and carrying a tray of coffee and Lucia buns(since all of us pretty much hate coffee, we use hot chocolate). She gets up in the morning, while it's still dark, for St. Lucia night is the longest of the year. By candlelight she walks into the parents' room first, and then the others before they go to the candle-lit table for a warm, Lucia breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry December 14th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-1413945495734811675?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1413945495734811675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1413945495734811675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1413945495734811675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1413945495734811675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucia-day.html' title='Lucia Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1825663701480547954</id><published>2008-12-12T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:28:45.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Share'/><title type='text'>This Really Works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://co117w.col117.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=283e8678-d028-4009-8814-f5bf572ba546&amp;amp;Aux=4%7C0%7C8CB2AE704E75C90%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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of &lt;span&gt;Meridian, Mississippi&lt;/span&gt; was going up to bed when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George opened the back door to go turn off the light but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. He phoned the police, who asked, ' Is someone in your house?' and he said 'no'. Then, they said that all patrols were busy, and that he should simply lock his door and an officer would be along when available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said, 'Okay,' hung up, counted to 30, and phoned the police again. 'Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them..' Then he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five minutes six &lt;span&gt;police cars&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span&gt;SWAT Team&lt;/span&gt;, a helicopter, two fire trucks, a paramedic and an ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence and caught the burglars red-handed. One of the &lt;span&gt;Policemen&lt;/span&gt; said to George: 'I thought you said that you shot them!' George said, 'I thought you said there was nobody available!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Courier New';"&gt;) I LOVE IT - Don't mess with old people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-8851143010662281977?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8851143010662281977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8851143010662281977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8851143010662281977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8851143010662281977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-way-to-get-to-police.html' title='One Way to Get to the Police'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4861933456120406046</id><published>2008-12-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:30:45.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out to See the World'/><title type='text'>Targee Ski Resort</title><content type='html'>Targee was fun over the weekend, similar to my dream, except for it was fun. It was still &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STxUctrhsjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A1IHqLQV2gw/s1600-h/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; clear: both; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STxUctrhsjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A1IHqLQV2gw/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunny, with less snow than usual , and extremely icy. I like the feeling of speed with the occasional out-of-control experience, and the wipe-outs aren't so bad once you get used to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one sport I can say is actually fun! The Tetons are beautifully visible on warmer days, the sunlight creeping through the pine, gliding along the world of white . . . it's not a year-round thing. The exaggerations of the seasons when you're in the mountains are incredible. For example, I have photos of winter, and spring is a glorious land of newborn plants and newly coated trees, summer is hot and lively, and oh . . . Have you ever been in the mountains in fall? Whatever your answer may be, go next fall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST048ITCw-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gs-8EBb-47s/s1600-h/IMG_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST048ITCw-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gs-8EBb-47s/s400/IMG_4429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277436944018752482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST053EJtydI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3iNhLKOXScs/s1600-h/IMG_4432.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/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST053EJtydI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3iNhLKOXScs/s400/IMG_4432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277437956518169042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST053UbYQaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/40fIEz-olrQ/s1600-h/IMG_4442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST053UbYQaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/40fIEz-olrQ/s400/IMG_4442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277437960887222690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST05fQwx8BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hOZTZt72LGA/s1600-h/IMG_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST05fQwx8BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hOZTZt72LGA/s400/IMG_4438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277437547586383890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST05MqKUTdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/97JSDJRg_-M/s1600-h/IMG_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/ST05MqKUTdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/97JSDJRg_-M/s400/IMG_4433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277437227986865618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our room. It was no suite, but a petite, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; room. Only 2 things from my dream came true, seeing as the only 3 "men" were my brothers and my dad, and none of them are poisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balcony, and the warm weather even at the top of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this snow, I love this season, I love Christmas. So pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-4861933456120406046?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4861933456120406046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4861933456120406046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4861933456120406046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4861933456120406046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/targee-ski-resort.html' title='Targee Ski Resort'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STxUctrhsjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A1IHqLQV2gw/s72-c/IMG_4436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-670339674262053101</id><published>2008-12-04T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:05:31.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Thumb'/><title type='text'>Smile That Hurts</title><content type='html'>Here's me in braces:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STian8NodLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/stZEoosqpkU/s1600-h/IMG_4416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STian8NodLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/stZEoosqpkU/s400/IMG_4416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276136974433416370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy! They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;! I'm just getting used to eating noodles . . . .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STibKv2lVmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/t-T_bJ7_W6Q/s1600-h/IMG_4419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STibKv2lVmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/t-T_bJ7_W6Q/s400/IMG_4419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276137572410938978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! It burns the eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to that one ski lodge I had a bad dream about soon. Makes me wonder . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-670339674262053101?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/670339674262053101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=670339674262053101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/670339674262053101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/670339674262053101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/heres-me-in-braces-unhappy-they-hurt-im.html' title='Smile That Hurts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STian8NodLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/stZEoosqpkU/s72-c/IMG_4416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4371509528157453233</id><published>2008-12-01T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:07:16.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Share'/><title type='text'>Christmas, Braces, and Lullabyes</title><content type='html'>Okay now I'm okay with Christmas. It's December and I'm off my Thanksgiving vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRACES &lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This is Bella's lullaby(my favorite song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zJt5PVnstS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zJt5PVnstS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/fyRMD/music/ug_x7wUj/yiruma_river_flows_in_you/"&gt;River Flows In You - Yiruma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-4371509528157453233?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4371509528157453233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4371509528157453233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4371509528157453233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4371509528157453233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-braces-and-lullabyes.html' title='Christmas, Braces, and Lullabyes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-7799061359367278671</id><published>2008-11-30T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:09:06.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Not Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:WJDmHtXwHIl29M:http://www.freefoto.com/images/16/08/16_08_25---Snow-Scene_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:WJDmHtXwHIl29M:http://www.freefoto.com/images/16/08/16_08_25---Snow-Scene_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya want to know the funny thing about this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;It's a scene of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;Totally clashes with the season, RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STL_sk0pL9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/7u96V-TC1l4/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STL_sk0pL9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/7u96V-TC1l4/s400/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274559254868078546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                Yeah, and have you seen this dude lately? NO!!!! BECAUSE IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS SEASON. Wake up people!!!! I'm still on THANKSGIVING VACATION!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Christmas music yet. Nada movies, zip decorations. CHRISTMAS COMES AFTER THANKSGIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya, and remember---THANKSGIVING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-7799061359367278671?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7799061359367278671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=7799061359367278671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7799061359367278671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7799061359367278671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-christmas.html' title='Not Christmas.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/STL_sk0pL9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/7u96V-TC1l4/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5876848246493845670</id><published>2008-11-27T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:09:54.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious to Me'/><title type='text'>Ski Resort</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I just saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;TWILIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just amazing how closely they followed the book. I mean, you could tell where they bent things around to make it fit into two hours, but I loved it! I saw it twice! I guess they really did capture Bella's personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan, you were not kidding when you said that movie makes you jealous! Man, I'm not over it . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I wanted to share a dream I had last weekend . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite ski resort was opened officially for the season, and my parents were out for the night, probably dinner with some friends. My and my brothers, Michael and Jed, were left in our lodge suite, and my parents left some men to look after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers were fighting over something in the living room, and I was in the room I was sleeping in. I was fitting Gracie into her old kennel, the first one she had as a puppy, and thought it was so funny how she fit in so awkwardly. I picked up her kennel and ran through the suite, shouting, "Mom! Mom! Look at . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stopped just in front of the balcony, and I could do nothing but watch. 3 men were on the balcony, but one was hiding. I watched as the one hiding slipped something into a glass. Suddenly, he popped up and offered the drink to one of the men. That man took it and drank. Next thing I knew, he was collapsed, caught by the other two. I realized the other man was in on it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were mumbling to each other about where to put him when they saw me, the terrified child staring at them in great fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;to him?!" I screeched, taking a step back. The men ran toward me to assure me it was nothing, only to seat me on a bar stool by the counter and explain to me how they did it all. They had me taste the soda/drink that they gave the man, and told me it wouldn't kill me because the tiny bottle of poison is what killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining every step of killing the man, they let me be and left with the body. Unsure of what just happened, I put on my skis and ski wear to join my parents. I took the lift to the top of the mountain, and found how warm it was up there. It was a big party, and by the time I found my mom, it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the little village place at the bottom of the hill, I'm explaining to my parents what happened and my brothers were riding the snowmobile, Mikey screaming at Jed to slow down. No one believed me. Soon we were going home in new high-tech transportation. It was shaped in a small sphere, and my cousin Alex was on a snowboard, trying to catch a ride. It was moving before I could get her on. Then I let Gracie out of her small kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&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/788774791335198884-5876848246493845670?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5876848246493845670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5876848246493845670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5876848246493845670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5876848246493845670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-i-just-saw-twilight-its-just.html' title='Ski Resort'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-322232170504629760</id><published>2008-11-25T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:10:44.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Yo Doy Gracias Por . . .</title><content type='html'>So I have a lot to say! As most of you know, I've been a little busy lately. I guess I'll go in order of the events, for simplification. Wait, no . . . I gotta tell you about Thanksgiving first . . . No, that's not for a while. Ugh! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you're right. Thanksgiving it is! We spent all weekend making the house "shine like the top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christaler&lt;/span&gt; building!" for my Aunt Stephanie, cousins Angie, Chris, and Nick, and their little dog Sophie! They always come here because this is where my Nanny(Grandma) and her husband live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the queen of making BIG HUGE meals. My other Grandma lives here, but we had Thanksgiving dinner with that side of the family last year, and we switch off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all about Thanksgiving . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I'm gonna say something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Doy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;animales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-322232170504629760?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/322232170504629760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=322232170504629760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/322232170504629760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/322232170504629760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo-doy-gracias-por.html' title='Yo Doy Gracias Por . . .'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1690890934306710871</id><published>2008-11-25T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:12:44.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sore Thumb'/><title type='text'>. . . Happened Before.</title><content type='html'>My mom and dad are having something done to me next week. It's something that's happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's common, still, you're worried. It causes pain, and lots of baby food. What's the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;BRACES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/788774791335198884-1690890934306710871?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1690890934306710871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1690890934306710871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1690890934306710871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1690890934306710871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/happened-before.html' title='. . . Happened Before.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6619077364586148668</id><published>2008-11-18T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:13:17.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>NIGHT ON BROADWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNsP8ZZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eypPr7dzqE4/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNsP8ZZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eypPr7dzqE4/s400/IMG_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175010120130530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the one who doesn't look awkward!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family was in a hurry to get me out of the colonial theater, and I needed to say goodbye to my old stage buddies real fast, so I had only time enough to put on a dumb smile and go . My theater friends have always been my closest(not BEST, I still like all you who are at school!) to be honest. You spend more time together and you may as well be forced to become friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now this is me i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n my costume, posing in an unnatural facial expression .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNqTWVmJVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ufv2zgBhDvM/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNqTWVmJVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ufv2zgBhDvM/s400/Copy+of+IMG_4388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270172869599831378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; . . something of a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so happy I reached the first step to my wish! My first solo people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNrgqzTxPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eLKNWwJAwnE/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNrgqzTxPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eLKNWwJAwnE/s400/Copy+of+IMG_4385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174197943092466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't sing right through! A full song! I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta sad I won't see any of these friends until next year, and that it's over now. I need to still be glad it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNsQMjcaoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hsoc46Pqqi8/s1600-h/IMG_4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNsQMjcaoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hsoc46Pqqi8/s400/IMG_4389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175014457207426" 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-weight: bold;"&gt;My mother has not yet downloaded the short videos from the show, but I hope you enjoy it when I post it---I know I did! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6619077364586148668?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6619077364586148668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6619077364586148668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6619077364586148668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6619077364586148668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-on-broadway.html' title='NIGHT ON BROADWAY'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MAB8q14pa8Q/SSNsP8ZZ3-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/eypPr7dzqE4/s72-c/IMG_4390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-4645960968379779784</id><published>2008-11-16T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:14:08.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>Sing and Song</title><content type='html'>This is another crazy thing I learned in Eastern Civ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Chinese horoscope, I put money first, see myself as loyal, and my partner is arrogant, my enemy is sneaky, and my life is frightening. It also says that I will always remember my mom, my Aunt Andrea is like me enough to be my double, and my very close friend is . . . Gee, I think it was Alex . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me! If you want to comment on your opinion if it's right or wrong feel free to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NIGHT ON BROADWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited! They said I had to have a black and white costume for the opener and closer, but I don't flippin' WANT to! I love my little red cape as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've learned the complex&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Magic To Do&lt;/span&gt; choreography, memorized my narration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Based on Mark Twain's classic 1884 novel, 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; features music in the bluegrass and country style keeping with the setting of the novel. The Broadway production ran for over 1,000 performances and remained a truly American voice in an emerging chorus of British musicals in the late 1980s. These British immigrants included Les Miserable and The Phantom of the Opera. In the opening scene from the show, 'Do You Want To Go To Heaven' Huckleberry Finn is informed that he needs to learn to read and write and to read the bible if he ever hopes to go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya, so on and on I could go about my scene and the closing number, but that paragraph is enough . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya all, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-4645960968379779784?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/4645960968379779784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=4645960968379779784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4645960968379779784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/4645960968379779784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-another-crazy-thing-i-learned.html' title='Sing and Song'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-8851411713332019990</id><published>2008-11-15T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:15:18.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious to Me'/><title type='text'>Ghosts or Schizophrenia?</title><content type='html'>Ghosts are something of a mystery to me. I realize that the world has no certain proof that spirits of the deceased may still wonder the Earth, and that such legends have been around before time was counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in heaven, but it's enough to make one wonder . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theories say that tragic deaths simply leave scars to stay, or if business is unfinished or there's a lesson to learn a person shall not leave until until the task is completed. I also have heard it has to do with time dimensions intersecting when a person dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 possible states: invisible, transparent, relatively solid.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:nDID_9RiAjdImM:http://www.nationalghosthunters.com/images/scotts%2520picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:nDID_9RiAjdImM:http://www.nationalghosthunters.com/images/scotts%2520picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:o_izIZrrTnfFRM:http://levelbeyond.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ghost_pictures_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:o_izIZrrTnfFRM:http://levelbeyond.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/ghost_pictures_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ft5stFDAaAhDoM:http://carsonstrassman.com/GHOSTS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Ft5stFDAaAhDoM:http://carsonstrassman.com/GHOSTS.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read countless stories of ghosts people claim are true. The headless bride, the brown lady, and the old man ratting chains. These spirits are not harmful. Well, the brown lady is a treacherous sight to see but she hasn't been harming anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Haunting&lt;/span&gt; on the Discovery channel, you see the ghosts as harmful beings and murderous creatures. Why should you have to? It's all a creepy sensation anyway, I admit, but these "ghosts" are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; attached to a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, there's the disease,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;, where you see people or things that aren't there. Maybe the disease is nothing but a gift to see ghosts, or maybe the seeing of ghosts just means you've got the mental disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People claim it true, sure or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ghost hunting on Halloween night with my friend, Nikki, at a nearby cemetery. People say all the time there's a friendly little boy/girl there, very lonely. We saw no little kid, but I swear I saw something behind that low gravestone, but I can't put my finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear of a good ghost, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnZPq4u04QE"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; (This is part one. You can easily find part 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 if desired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your area haunted? Click &lt;a href="http://theshadowlands.net/places/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-8851411713332019990?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8851411713332019990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8851411713332019990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8851411713332019990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8851411713332019990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghosts-or-schizophrenia.html' title='Ghosts or Schizophrenia?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1108139369615247653</id><published>2008-11-13T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:22:19.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performances'/><title type='text'>The Joy of Breathing</title><content type='html'>Oops! Some of you may have already been sent this, with nothing but the title but this is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM FREAKING OUT TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's hard to get by without a scratch when you aren't breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to pull myself togethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r! Rehearsal frequency has just quadrupled and yesterday I did not rest more than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on my costume---so adorable! It's the same thing I saw on the Into the Woods in 2003 on the other Little Red Riding Hood. She was in high school at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;time, but I fit into her costume &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not exactly fat or tall, but I fit! It has a deep red, flowing skirt, a baggy batterned blouse, a pretty blue vest, and a small, faded apron. Don't fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rget the red cape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't doing stage makeup this year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but Danielle(the director) told me I should wear really red lipstick to fit my character. I think a little blush could make it, too, and a natural-looking amount of mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't having the professionals work on our hair, either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pinching pennies this time, but this is my first big solo, and I'm not going to have a negative attitude about it. As far hair goes, I'm thinking I should make big ringlet curls throughout my head and pull the top layer up in a pony and tie in a dark red ribbon. Shiny ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably talking nonsense in the ears of all y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ou males! Hahahahahaha. I'll move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening number, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4ArVxKgJyc"&gt;Magic To Do&lt;/a&gt;, has a lot of choreography and little time to learn it, so I'm only trying my best. I have a narration for the number "If You Wanna Go To Heaven," and I've memorized it thoroughly. I tell how the musical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big River&lt;/span&gt; came to be, its history, and what the scene is about. It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my number, I get a body mike and a puddle of light, and the closing number I've got down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya! I've got to hold my breath again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/788774791335198884-1108139369615247653?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1108139369615247653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1108139369615247653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1108139369615247653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1108139369615247653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/joy-of-breathing.html' title='The Joy of Breathing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-7829325187394736660</id><published>2008-11-09T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:20:36.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>Twilight of Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ATTENTIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT MOVIE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please watch the trailer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxjNDE2fMjI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay how many have read the book? It may have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; better, but this will still be AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thelitconnection.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/movie_cullens3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://thelitconnection.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/movie_cullens3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOO excited!!! Edward is like, my imaginary boyfriend! Look at him(the one in the blue)!!! He's totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Those are the teenagers of the Cullen family. Rosalie's the breathtaking blond, Alice is the cute little shorty, Jasper's the blond dude with the murderous glare in his eyes, and Emmett is the guy who is smiling . . . mysteriously . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways!&lt;/span&gt; Here's the adults of the Cullen Coven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3_UJ1HJTj0/SKChf4u3qdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRBgHZ4Fx6I/S660/esme+and+carlisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 508px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3_UJ1HJTj0/SKChf4u3qdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRBgHZ4Fx6I/S660/esme+and+carlisle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother and father figures are Carlisle and the lovely Esme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*THE STAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/twilightmagic12/movie_kristenstewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/twilightmagic12/movie_kristenstewart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's a little too pretty but this is almost as I imagined her! It's so cool. I'm just soo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Emma said she was going to the midnight premiere with her two school buddies and they would be watching vampire movies all day and dress up as vampires to go to it. I whined at my mom that I wanted to go to the midnight premiere, but she made a deal to get me out of school for a "dentist's appointment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to be at least a little satisfied . . . I mean, getting out of school!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM EDWARD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JACOB"S STUPID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN A FRIEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;ONLY EDWARD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE'S THE ONLY ONE FOR BELLA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JACOB'S A JERK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/788774791335198884-7829325187394736660?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/7829325187394736660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=7829325187394736660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7829325187394736660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/7829325187394736660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-of-twilight.html' title='Twilight of Twilight'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p3_UJ1HJTj0/SKChf4u3qdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oRBgHZ4Fx6I/s72-c/esme+and+carlisle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-8665658276834312467</id><published>2008-11-06T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:21:47.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realizations and Ideas'/><title type='text'>Parks, Martin, Obama</title><content type='html'>Rosa sat so that Martin could walk and Martin walked so Obama could run and Obama ran so our children can fly.&lt;br /&gt;           ---Unknown Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many years, the black, negros, and African/Americans have been judged by something hate has no reason to rest upon, and even if it did, what control would there be over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race. Color. If you belonged to one that the white found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;, you would be treated as no human should ever be. What would our nation be if Rosa Parks hadn't decided she was a person and she should be treated as one? If Martin Luther King, Jr. hadn't spoken through the meaningful words he did? And although many disagree with Jesse Jackson, he stood for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Obama just made it. Achieved the dream, proved what these historical people claimed. Good president or not, he is a person. He has made it, people voted, he was let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only several decades before my own birth, a man like Obama couldn't get a decent job. I was born in a racist environment, for the part of the country in which I live in feels more like they are supirier to any other race. I am not apart of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I saw the election occur, my parents told me about how this was something important. Almost like when women could finally vote, only stronger. So as I listened to McCain's graceful speech and Obama's victorious, I pictured what I'd tell my children---especially grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma, were you there when the first black president was elected?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, yes, yes I was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? That long ago?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had been distracted by my homework that night, but I was in front of our television set, listening to what was said. I had heard the prediction. Was it true? Could Obama win despite the critism I heard at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it happened. McCain's speech was wonderful, there to remember. Yet alas, it was but his rejectence speech.  Obama's speech come on, and so did his family. It felt good to watch, seeing the first African/American president promise his best. My parents both got teary in sight of the victory. It was the first time I saw my father cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you not feel at least glad for those who won victory? Those who had waited so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01107/obama-family-460_1107838c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01107/obama-family-460_1107838c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/788774791335198884-8665658276834312467?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/8665658276834312467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=8665658276834312467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8665658276834312467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/8665658276834312467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/parks-martin-obama.html' title='Parks, Martin, Obama'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5493110885486673013</id><published>2008-11-03T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:23:25.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotta Share'/><title type='text'>Dancing Presidents Elected!</title><content type='html'>I understand how important this may be to all the adults that may be voting tomorrow, but to be truthful, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of having to sit at the dinner table and listen to my parents discuss the candidates or Dad's laptop jabbering on about "Obama this" and "McCain that." And of course, Sarah and Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation and argument never quit. I'm not really going to tell you who my family is going to vote for.  Mostly because you'll try to track me down because you may like the other candidate better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://by101w.bay101.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=2e03e83d-7839-4ed9-8e6a-1adf31b20522&amp;amp;Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB00DE3CC156D0%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 480px;" src="http://by101w.bay101.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=2e03e83d-7839-4ed9-8e6a-1adf31b20522&amp;amp;Aux=44%7C0%7C8CB00DE3CC156D0%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way ya vote for an idiot!(YOU KNOW I'M ONLY KIDDING, RIGHT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'll tell you of Halloween as soon as the photos are downloaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5493110885486673013?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5493110885486673013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5493110885486673013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5493110885486673013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5493110885486673013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/11/dancing-presedents-elected.html' title='Dancing Presidents Elected!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-1521262380900755617</id><published>2008-10-30T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:25:18.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Schoolgirl'/><title type='text'>Rachel Daniels!</title><content type='html'>According to health class, here is my somewhat to be expected future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rachel's first date occurred at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;age 15(sophomore), goi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ng out to a violent movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:l0lmuQjnZreeoM:http://www.independent.ie/multimedia/archive/00158/SaoirseRonan_opt_158378b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 90px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:l0lmuQjnZreeoM:http://www.independent.ie/multimedia/archive/00158/SaoirseRonan_opt_158378b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with a shallow juni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or! She dated very scarcely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; through her teen years after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Received her driver's license at the late ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e of 17,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dangerous with cars at 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 years. She left for college at first chance, going with her friends, one of which was Danny Daniels, which had been her friend since Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;igh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ll in love and marrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d Danny when she was 20 yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rs old, a white wedding in Teton Vally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icethesite.com/userfiles/images/MammaMiaMovie/DominicCooperAmandaSeyfried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.icethesite.com/userfiles/images/MammaMiaMovie/DominicCooperAmandaSeyfried.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rachel Daniels(!) went on with her education &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;until her 28th y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;becoming a brain surgeon to save minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and even lives. She traveled with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to South America, where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;entertaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d and was a doctor at.She went on many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;adventures and ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://secure.shoretrips.com/images/trip_images/025894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://secure.shoretrips.com/images/trip_images/025894.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;en had a child in the 2 years she spent there. She named her first child William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:spaWBpcOm2cp-M:http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/x-files/images/thumb/c/c3/Baby_William.jpg/180px-Baby_William.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 80px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:spaWBpcOm2cp-M:http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/x-files/images/thumb/c/c3/Baby_William.jpg/180px-Baby_William.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once she had her fill of Latin America, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he became filthy rich with the money from singing and working as a surgeon. She and her small family bought a marvelous mansion concealed in the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eautiful forests of Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:eRZ0IX0Q2j2rGM:http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/photography/blithewoodmansion/blithewood_mansion_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:eRZ0IX0Q2j2rGM:http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/photography/blithewoodmansion/blithewood_mansion_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8 more children &lt;/span&gt;were named &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edward, Shari, Saoirse, Jemina, Teddy, Lina, Kathrine, and little Carlisle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She obviously lived a happy life until she tripped over a log in the forest at age  . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-1521262380900755617?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/1521262380900755617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=1521262380900755617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1521262380900755617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/1521262380900755617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/10/rachel-daniels.html' title='Rachel Daniels!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-701481506093781620</id><published>2008-10-26T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:25:47.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Red Eyes and Black Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.coastalcontacts.com/imageresources/product/special-effects-lenses/VampireRed_face-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 50px;" src="https://www.coastalcontacts.com/imageresources/product/special-effects-lenses/VampireRed_face-s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far I'm pretty much sure I won't be that vampire I wanted to be for Halloween. I called my optical center and they carry no color contacts in stock. :(&lt;br /&gt;It would have looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beat-up hillbilly isn't too bad---it's funny and recognizable! I have some over-alls, very real-looking fake blood, rotten hillbilly teeth, a straw hat, and makeup for a black eye. I was experimenting with the eye Friday night and I tried to wash it off, but I couldn't and when I went to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:_SniakOJ90CqiM:http://adsoftheworld.com/files/images/domestic-violence-hotline.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 128px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:_SniakOJ90CqiM:http://adsoftheworld.com/files/images/domestic-violence-hotline.preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rehearsal everybody thought I had a fading black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have no real photos---camera's broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm . . . How many of you have heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yff9nCctMkg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crush &lt;/span&gt;by David Archeleta&lt;/a&gt;? Omigosh, I'm in love with that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you can dance? I'm so jealous. Any choreography done with a group is fun, and I'll get it eventually, but I'm always the last to. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to dance, but I can't! Lyrical, ballroom, belly, and ballet. It makes me mad. I always kinda go solo just because when it comes to dancing, I don't do what my peers are doing, I mostly "play by ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever had a point in life where you turn to look at what you've done so far and what you mean to be? Yeah, if you havn't, it makes sense. But ya know, I'm not really sure . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-701481506093781620?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/701481506093781620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=701481506093781620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/701481506093781620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/701481506093781620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-far-im-pretty-much-sure-i-wont-be.html' title='Red Eyes and Black Eyes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5922104375334230080</id><published>2008-10-20T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:26:03.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Delights'/><title type='text'>Random Happy Things</title><content type='html'>The poll is closed---100% says vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DIDN'T I REALIZE HOW OBVIOUS IT WAS!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, I'd love to thank th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e 2 voters for support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had rehearsal last Friday, and instead of joining the most of the cast in practicing the opening act, I was taken into the other room to do a worksheet with 4 adults. I think it has to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blueprinting&lt;/span&gt;, which is a theater technique the other soloists and I are learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in knowledge that it was all to improve my theater arts, but by the time my ride came I wasn't going to stay much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the old people reading this probably know what it's like to meet up with old friends. After rehearsal, see, my house had the kids of our family friends in it(the parents had gone out for the night) and they were the ones I havn't seen since I was 9. It was fun, and plus they had 2 little sisters I hadn't met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just like to state random happy things here! Thanks for reading and I'll &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;be back . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5922104375334230080?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5922104375334230080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5922104375334230080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5922104375334230080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5922104375334230080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-happy-things.html' title='Random Happy Things'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-5132051387936850380</id><published>2008-10-19T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:32:28.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Durr . . .or Hiss?</title><content type='html'>Another message to my viewers---&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; check out all the cool stuff over to your left. There's pictures from the last 3 musicals I was in and polls and about me things. I worked hard putting them there, and the least you could do is vote on what I should be for Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Halloween. It may not be as bright and magical as Christmas, but it's every child's miracle day. When I went to the elementary school and Charter school, we had to go to school every October 31st. Now as I break away into the Junior High they decide school should be off that day---the first Halloween that school has existed without me. And the middle school has school that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm a little old to be complaining about this kind of thing, but this is going to be my last year trick-or-treating and I want it to be special. If it were up to me, I would be going until I was sixteen---by then I'd have a car and silly things like costumes won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, currently I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;find it silly and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; want scare houses ghosts, costumes and candy. I've narrowed my options of costumes down to 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beat-up hillbilly. I saw it on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malcom in the Middle&lt;/span&gt; and people will certainly get a kick out of it. I have a make-up kit I used it my last musical that get make me have a black eye and a bloody nose, and I have some old over-alls and a hillbilly hat, and I could have knotted braids as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vampire. Not just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;stupid vampire, but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt; vampire. With the same make-up kit I could make myself just noticeably pale, with dark circles behind my eyes, get myself to look "inhumanly beautiful" and there are some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;real-looking vampire teeth at the nearest Halloween boutique, and I could order some dress color contacts to make my eyes look red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-5132051387936850380?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/5132051387936850380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=5132051387936850380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5132051387936850380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/5132051387936850380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/10/durr-or-hiss.html' title='Durr . . .or Hiss?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-788774791335198884.post-6409514081948781786</id><published>2008-10-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:26:37.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious to Me'/><title type='text'>How to take it?</title><content type='html'>Wow, the names you put down when you comment are very amusing, but a first name, I wouldn't mind. "Anonymous" and "me!" are hard to reach with a reply later, KARLEE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my grandma's house because my family went wood choppin'. I would have gone, but I was tired this morning . . . physically worn out, possibly. See, whenever I have a long dream, I'm exhausted all throughout the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I last night? Of what I remember, I was trying to follow someone, for we were escaping from something coming at the rear. We were on motorcycles, and it was my first time driving one, so one sharp turn and I was crashed through the surrounding forest trees and was pulled foreword into a large pond . . . or was it a lake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dream returned, I was still on the bike, strangely dry and seated upright in the pond, where I had blacked out. Near me were 2 people, or at least beings of intelligence, because one of them was a snake, and the rest is unclear, all I remember after that is that these beings were kind and helped me, and the people we were captured from were evil enough we formed an army of enemies and . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we won. Who knows? Dreams are strange things. As unreal as they may seem, most of the time you believe what you see, what you feel. The strangest part is that it's your own mind that created it, and you don't know why or remember details or know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the subconscious mind is trying to allow you to know things you can't get near knowledge while you still are awake. It's all enough to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; wonder what I know that I don't know that I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/788774791335198884-6409514081948781786?l=middlegirlrae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/feeds/6409514081948781786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=788774791335198884&amp;postID=6409514081948781786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6409514081948781786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/788774791335198884/posts/default/6409514081948781786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://middlegirlrae.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-names-you-put-down-when-you-comment.html' title='How to take it?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05317456131889157237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
