<?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-23071287</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:19:02.954-08:00</updated><category term='time consumers'/><category term='Dentist appointments'/><category term='birhtdays'/><category term='New Years resolutions'/><category term='books'/><category term='Re cap'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Confused Teenage Drama Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-2222162126507808244</id><published>2008-01-15T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:11:37.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for this</title><content type='html'>I have no time to write a good blog so here are the outlines of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15: The start of English&lt;br /&gt;8:15-9:30: The worst Period ever. I have the worst English class ever!&lt;br /&gt;9:35-10:10: Advisory! (Home room)&lt;br /&gt;10:15-11:30: Musical Theater! HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;11:35-12:50: Math :P&lt;br /&gt;12:50-1:20: Lunch YUM!&lt;br /&gt;1:25-2:45: Band! I'm First Chair! (again) HOOOOOOOORAY! (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my day. I hope yours was as okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-2222162126507808244?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/2222162126507808244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=2222162126507808244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/2222162126507808244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/2222162126507808244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-time-for-this.html' title='No time for this'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-445750210577967032</id><published>2008-01-13T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:24:44.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years resolutions'/><title type='text'>My new, new years resolutions</title><content type='html'>I have some new new years resolutions. I did have many other candidates for new years resolutions, but I have narrowed it down to my top five. So strap on your seat belts because here, they, come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #5: Learn to speak Italian fluently. R.F.R: (Reason for Resolution) I have always loved Italian, and ever sense my "Trip to Europe" birthday party, I have loved Italy and Italian. I have been putting it off, but now i have the equipment, (Berlitz Italian Premier, and a Learn to Say It book, good stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #4: Get in Shape. R.F.R: I'm out of shape, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #3: Be in a Movie. R.F.R: I really really really really really really ext. ext. want to be in a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #2: Keep my room clean, and get organized. R.F.R: I keep it clean for like one day and once again it is the same old pig pen it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #1: Write on my Blog everyday! R.F.R: I have lost 9/10 of my audience because I switched blogs, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;duh duh duh&lt;/span&gt;, I really don't write all that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go! Hopefully i can keep up with them and sometime soon give you a blog in Italian, a picture of the new me, a copy of my movie, a picture of my clean room, and a blog post every day! Happy January&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-445750210577967032?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/445750210577967032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=445750210577967032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/445750210577967032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/445750210577967032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-new-years-resolutions.html' title='My new, new years resolutions'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-3240793251835452663</id><published>2007-06-08T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:34:31.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist appointments'/><title type='text'>Going to the dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yesterday I went to the dentist, to get two cavitys filled. My mom and I get there around 10:40, and we wait afew minuites before my mom is called back. And I being the foolish child that i am, just assumed that she was getting a checkup. It turns out that she actually was getting two cavitys filled also, and one filling replaced. So i'm sitting out there, reading People magazene, looking at gossip, and my brain was practicly out of my ears by the time i finished reading all two, of their People magazenes. Now it's about 11:05, and I have nothing else to read, the only other thing i could do, was to go in the kiddie area and watch bob the builder or something, and beleive me, that receptionist was watching me like a hawk. So of course I wasn't about to watch bob the builder. So I watch the "smile channel" this little program they have running on a tv in the waiting area. (now don't get me wrong, this is a really nice office) I get really tired, and so I decide to lay down on one of the couches, big mistake, I get one menacing glance from the receptionist and i stop. Now its about 11:30, and five minuites seems like three hours! So finally I'm called back and put in the chair, (they have like flat screen t.v.s on the celing so you can watch movies while your having your appointment, and so, the guy calls me back I sit in the chair and he leans me back, now my body is like a triangle my head is dangling off the end of the head rest and the head phones wouldn't stay on. Now its time to pick a movie to watch. He says "so what do you want to watch?" and he starts scrolling through the movies for me, and he's going way to fast. I just say, "Mean Girls?" and he says ok. and I watch the movie, well by the time My dentist gets to me all of the blood in my body is in my head, she puts me up straight and continues on. I'm talking to my mom later and it seems she had the same experiance. sheesh. I hope my next trip to the dentist won't be as bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-3240793251835452663?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/3240793251835452663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=3240793251835452663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/3240793251835452663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/3240793251835452663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-to-dentist.html' title='Going to the dentist'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-1398634529545249470</id><published>2007-04-26T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:11:06.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birhtdays'/><title type='text'>A very merry unbirthday to me!</title><content type='html'>So birthdays are supposed to be happy right? Well, mine was happy. . . . enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on April the 21st when I had my birhtday up at Jonny bravo's house. (My dad)&lt;br /&gt;It all strarted innocently enough, crazy old coot (my grandpa) came to pick me up with Jonny Bravo,&lt;br /&gt;( now Crazy old coot is not the most opptimistic person in the whole world, when he was talking about the neuclear bombs in Korea, My dad asked him to talk about something happier so he talked about someone getting strangled, &lt;em&gt;yeah.&lt;/em&gt; . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He isn't my most &lt;em&gt;favoirite&lt;/em&gt; person in the world. And he had to come eat my birthday lunch with us, which was bad enough, but then unwhittingly my dad asked him to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; also! (the whole point of us taking him with us to lunch was so that he &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; have to come to dinner.) So I had to suffer through another three hours with him. (luckly my cousin was there too, so we were able to slip away for most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the 23rd, I had my birthday with my mom,(who I live with) and my oh so bright brother, didn't say Happy Birthday! to me untill after cake, AND my other brother didn't say it at all! Pluss Silent but deadly (my brother) lost one of my birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, No birhtday is ever truly perfect, especialy this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-1398634529545249470?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/1398634529545249470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=1398634529545249470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/1398634529545249470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/1398634529545249470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-merry-unbirthday-to-me.html' title='A very merry unbirthday to me!'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-5336484478629102471</id><published>2007-03-29T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:09:33.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Oh my geometric shapes! I just got Twilight, the most awesome book in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is the main charictor is super hot, but &lt;strong&gt;Miss Nemmisis&lt;/strong&gt; is already in line and my friend, &lt;strong&gt;the red haired demon of the flaming drum sticks of doom&lt;/strong&gt;, more formaly known as, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English daughter&lt;/strong&gt;,(her mom is my english teacher)&lt;/em&gt; is already making wedding plans. Plus my &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt; is dreaming about him, and &lt;strong&gt;lola the 2nd&lt;/strong&gt; is always talking about him. What's a girl to do? Follow the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;Or just completely ignore the fact that he is the most perfect person in the whole world? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it! Twilight. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-5336484478629102471?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/5336484478629102471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=5336484478629102471' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/5336484478629102471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/5336484478629102471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2007/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-1834486507827889245</id><published>2007-03-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:37:56.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time consumers'/><title type='text'>Playing with zombies??</title><content type='html'>Yes I have been playing with zombies. Here are the htmls for some fun games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/reaction_version5.swf"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/reaction_version5.swf&lt;/a&gt; (tranquilizer fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallingsandgame.com/sand/NewSand.html"&gt;http://fallingsandgame.com/sand/NewSand.html&lt;/a&gt; (Hooray for zombies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are great time consumers, so keep an eye on the clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-1834486507827889245?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/1834486507827889245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=1834486507827889245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/1834486507827889245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/1834486507827889245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2007/03/playing-with-zombies.html' title='Playing with zombies??'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-5650783729043900673</id><published>2007-03-04T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:58:50.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Re cap'/><title type='text'>Does this whirlwind existance never end?</title><content type='html'>Nothing has been the same since you last heard from me. heres the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get into Symphonic band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad (not that lives with me) Johnny bravo might be moving to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy coot of a grandpa got ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My braces have come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a new friend the read headed Elle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a retainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Flush, the Goose Girl, the end of Island of the Aunts (my book had a publishing error and cut off five chapters of the book!) and I'm reading East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my grades and got un- grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I started the new Nancy  Drew computer game Creature of Kappo Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I started blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an I pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spelling hasn't improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my birth day is in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA! Now your all cot up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-5650783729043900673?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/5650783729043900673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=5650783729043900673' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/5650783729043900673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/5650783729043900673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2007/03/does-this-whirlwind-existance-never-end.html' title='Does this whirlwind existance never end?'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-116164855183767315</id><published>2006-10-23T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:29:20.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But, you're a girl!</title><content type='html'>I have heard that scentace so many times i have only afew to share as to not make this post to long. first senario: i was helping set up in band in Mr. Awesome's(my band teacher) class when i hear a voice behind me it's shoff, again. "i bet i can play better than you lola!" "why would you say that shoff?" i snap. "well, um. . . . because duh, your a girl!" now I was wondering what that had to do with anything when class started, and we were to do solos in front of the class and guess who was better? Me. He'll never say that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second senario: i was staying after school to re-take a math test and i had to wait outsid for my mom to get there so there i was,with my trombone when the trio of obnoxious came and said, "um, is that thing your brothers?" "nooooo, i sad and it's a trombone." "oh, but you're a girl, and girls don't play trombones they play flute, clarinet, violin, . . . . . ." the list was endless of instruments girls &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; play. finnaly my mom came and of course i told her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third senario: i was in the band room waiting for Mr. Awesome when super blob came flying in, he stopped , turned stared then said "what are &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; doing here?" "waiting for Mr. Awesome" i said right back. he looked at me more then i told him how i wanted to move to symphonic band, and he scoffed, "symphonic is for the best" that's about to cange i thought, i went in and was greeted with a warm "hello!" from Mr. Awesome we discussed it and i am trying out for symphonic band in january.&lt;br /&gt;I love being a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-116164855183767315?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/116164855183767315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=116164855183767315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/116164855183767315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/116164855183767315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-youre-girl.html' title='But, you&apos;re a girl!'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-115974234029202200</id><published>2006-10-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:39:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would anyone like to hear a little mystery?</title><content type='html'>For english i  had to write a short story, mine is a mystery and here it is:The Mystery of the Missing Lunch Ladies&lt;br /&gt;                                                    By: Taylor Warner      B3&lt;br /&gt;       Cumber C. Cucumber was a shrimp of a seventh grader who was always looked down on. His only friends were Brook Broccoli and Carter Carrot. They were known as losers all over the school of Kaniffe Junior High, until they solved the most puzzling mystery Kaniffe Junior had ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday the 23rd of July, all the lunch lines were stalled like the lines to a new attraction at Disneyland. Cumber and his friends were wondering what was going on, when the head of lunch or “Lunchster” came trooping down the lunch lines. She was “volunteering” recruits as lunch workers. Everyone backed away but they couldn’t escape her piercing, black, bloodshot eyes. She was on a mission and no one could stop her. Finally she came to a halt in front of Cumber, Brook, and Carter. “You’re comin’ with me, ya’ little brats!” she spat. She grasped their fragile hands in her raw hamburger patties and marched away with them in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were set to work scooping runny, gritty, mashed potatoes on to the other student’s trays. Every person that came by tried to look sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;, But their minds were racing with the rumors they could spread with this latest humiliation. Carter whispered to Brook, “We are dead meat, we were already borderline uncool but now, now we’ll be off the maps!” “Stop being so negative!” said Brook. Carter, since he was bravest plucked up his courage and asked, “Why do you need us, where are the lunch ladies?” The Lunchster turned and in her raspy, cruel, cold as frost bite voice said, “They’ve gone missing, and nobody can find them, soooo now that I’ve shared that little piece of information. . . get back to WORK!” Cumber was puzzling this over in his mind when the bell broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Free at last,” said Cumber as the trio walked to class. “Soooooo, the lunch ladies are missing, waddaya think about it?” said Carter slyly. “I think we should be the ones to solve the mystery!” the enthusiastic Cumber said. “Okay, but if it gets scary. . . count me out!” said Brook. So they all met after school to snoop around. They decided to split up. Cumber got the drama, band, and choir rooms. He also got the office, gym, lunchroom and auditorium. Brook and Carter got the classrooms. Cumber snuck into the band and drama rooms but all was desolate, so he decided to go to the office, but the only people there were the secretaries, and they were packing up. He started to walk towards the auditorium. Suddenly he heard clomping boots following him. Could it be a ninth grader coming to trample him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to turn around to face the impending doom, but instead of a hairy, grisly ninth grader the Lunchster was grinding towards him at an astonishing pace for someone her weight and size. Cumber ran, and ran in a beeline intended for the front doors, but his head was swimming and he accidentally turned into the lunchroom. Then he stopped short; he saw a beautiful cake, three-tiered and chocolate. The cake was a glimpse of heaven. Then he saw the lunch ladies working on the cake. The next day he told everyone over the p.a. system “ I discovered that the lunch ladies were working on something special for someone, so they couldn’t serve lunch yesterday.” Cumber then got his own private-eye office at Kaniffe Junior. The next day the principal got a big surprise; a three-tiered chocolate cake for a very happy early birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASE CLOSED&lt;br /&gt;my english teacher sais she is going to put me in touch with a publisher about my writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-115974234029202200?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/115974234029202200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=115974234029202200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115974234029202200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115974234029202200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/10/would-anyone-like-to-hear-little.html' title='would anyone like to hear a little mystery?'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-115948373402151010</id><published>2006-09-28T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:49:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy,funny weird, these are teachers</title><content type='html'>All my teachers have a label,good or bad. My english teacher is 'cool' she rarely gives out homework and is just all around cool. My math teacher is 'creepy' many rumors are flying around the school about him, but i am not inclined to list them on the internet, or anywhere for that matter. My history teacher has no label yet, from what i see and hear you have to have been working at the school for at least 3 years, he's only been here two, good luck next year Mr.B! My science teacher got a job working for BYU as a teacher one week into school, so my new teacher is ...... fun but she treats us like babys,so no label for her yet.My Band teacher is AWESOME!!!!! he is so nice! so he is catorgorised as 'awesome'.All teachers have labes even you Theric!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-115948373402151010?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/115948373402151010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=115948373402151010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115948373402151010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115948373402151010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/09/creepyfunny-weird-these-are-teachers.html' title='Creepy,funny weird, these are teachers'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-115914004333511394</id><published>2006-09-24T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:20:43.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heloooooo!</title><content type='html'>I am back from the stress of junior high home work i haven't been able to post or get on here for forever.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-115914004333511394?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/115914004333511394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=115914004333511394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115914004333511394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115914004333511394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/09/heloooooo.html' title='heloooooo!'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-115405449409711226</id><published>2006-07-27T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:41:34.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms:can't live with um' and can't live without um'</title><content type='html'>my mother has stolen another of my genious ideas. yes. she is the infamus blog stealer of blogger.com. from know on i can never say anything funny ever again in this household or where my mom can find out what i've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, my dear friends,is gong to be quiiiiite complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i just might have to go on and always get to the computer first whenever i say something worth blogging about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-115405449409711226?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/115405449409711226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=115405449409711226' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115405449409711226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115405449409711226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/07/momscant-live-with-um-and-cant-live.html' title='Moms:can&apos;t live with um&apos; and can&apos;t live without um&apos;'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-115248785074392477</id><published>2006-07-09T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:30:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>My cousins are here and this is alittle about them:&lt;br /&gt;their names are joi and jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOI&lt;br /&gt;favorite color(s) blue and pink&lt;br /&gt;parcial to tigers and lions&lt;br /&gt;hates vegis&lt;br /&gt;cinimon crunch is the favorite cerial here&lt;br /&gt;6 years old&lt;br /&gt;goes to adventure time as her school&lt;br /&gt;loves playing on the computer&lt;br /&gt;going into 1st grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADE:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color is blue&lt;br /&gt;parcial to zebras&lt;br /&gt;likes vegitables&lt;br /&gt;chirios are a winner in cereal here&lt;br /&gt;9 years old&lt;br /&gt;goes to grand veiw as a school&lt;br /&gt;she likes recess and playing out doors&lt;br /&gt;going into 3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a little about my cousins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-115248785074392477?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/115248785074392477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=115248785074392477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115248785074392477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/115248785074392477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/07/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114916954925709557</id><published>2006-06-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:45:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE JR. HIGH BLUES!</title><content type='html'>HORRAY! I am out of elementary school and on to the better things even though i &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; the jr. high blues i am over them and am now waiting for summer to start! here is how my summer will pretty much go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;JUNE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1'st :feild day&lt;br /&gt;2'nd :schools out and we(me and my family) leave for chacago!&lt;br /&gt;3rd through the 9th:we are in chacago and having the time of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;10th:arive from chacago&lt;br /&gt;12th through the 23rd:band camp and ella's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;26th through the30th:&lt;strong&gt;GIRLS CAMP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;4th:of july&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th leave for grandma's house in california!&lt;br /&gt;30th through the 31st: at grandma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st through the 13th:at grand ma nolans (get back on 13th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then school starts all over again but i will be livin large at AMERICAN FORK JR. HIGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114916954925709557?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114916954925709557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114916954925709557' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114916954925709557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114916954925709557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-more-jr-high-blues.html' title='NO MORE JR. HIGH BLUES!'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114576079977688572</id><published>2006-04-22T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:53:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bought it on eeeebay!</title><content type='html'>okay, so on stupidvideos.com i saw this song about ebay .  you gotta check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.go to stupidvideos.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.click on the info tag that says song/dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. click on the one that says on ebay in the most popular section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114576079977688572?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114576079977688572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114576079977688572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114576079977688572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114576079977688572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-bought-it-on-eeeebay.html' title='i bought it on eeeebay!'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114575960520105320</id><published>2006-04-22T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:33:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're what?........allready?"</title><content type='html'>That is what my uncle has said to me for the past 5 0r 6 years, yes it is my birthday and i am turning 12. now here are the top ten things people have said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. do you feel,old?(said to me by my ,ahem, kind mother, of step)&lt;br /&gt;9. wow (a verry bored friend)&lt;br /&gt;8. already?(primary president)&lt;br /&gt;7. congradulations!(not so bored friend)&lt;br /&gt;6. happy early birthday! (build-a-bear lady)&lt;br /&gt;5. oh,cool. (verry bored verry weird friend)&lt;br /&gt;4. happy birthday! (this was also said by family members)&lt;br /&gt;3. huh.(daltonboy jr. but i'm sure he cares, deep down,really deep down,jk dbjr.)&lt;br /&gt;2. really? that means mine is in umm,uh,oh,15 days away!(really caring friend)&lt;br /&gt;1. i can not beleive it it seems like yesterday that you were still a little baby,but you'll always be my baby.(of course,my dad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114575960520105320?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114575960520105320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114575960520105320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114575960520105320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114575960520105320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-whatallready.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re what?........allready?&quot;'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114322641627911062</id><published>2006-03-24T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:53:36.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mom, i have to go to school.</title><content type='html'>I'm a sick girl, I have a stomache ache (said stow-&lt;strong&gt;mah&lt;/strong&gt;-chee &lt;strong&gt;ah&lt;/strong&gt;-chee)and i have post-nasal drip. But while i've been hanging around i've watched these shows,Harry Potter, Return to me, My Big Fat Greek Wedding,Pirates of the Caribian,It's a Big Big World,Arthur, Mya and Meguel,and acouple of commercials while channel surfing. My home work has also doubled, I have latework,homework from yesterday, and today,reading,and upcoming projects that will take time, i need to get cracking but, i need to watch the shows my mom is bringing home while i do it,sooooo, ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114322641627911062?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114322641627911062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114322641627911062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114322641627911062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114322641627911062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-mom-i-have-to-go-to-school.html' title='No mom, i have to go to school.'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114219762321425628</id><published>2006-03-12T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:08:02.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Points Game</title><content type='html'>i'll give you 1 point for being alive&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 10 points for reading this blog&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 0 cars for being stupid&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 5 points for catching cicada&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 1 dollar for being a dalton girl &lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 6 points for having thmusings&lt;br /&gt;i'll give me 100 points for making this blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114219762321425628?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114219762321425628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114219762321425628' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114219762321425628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114219762321425628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/03/points-game.html' title='The Points Game'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114219716263035445</id><published>2006-03-12T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:59:22.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jr high blues</title><content type='html'>I have the jr. high blues. and that's all there is to say, my friend is not gonna be in one or two of my classes, that's a totall crisis, and then auditions for advanced drama are tomorrow and i really wanttogetinandsonowi'mallwiggingoutandi'mforgettingeverything!! obviously one of them is calming down enough to put spaces in between my words, that's what the jr. high blues does to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114219716263035445?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114219716263035445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114219716263035445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114219716263035445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114219716263035445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/03/jr-high-blues.html' title='jr high blues'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114140058627838130</id><published>2006-03-03T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:27:39.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, i'm it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been tagged!!!!! (horray!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Jobs I've Had&lt;br /&gt;1.student council&lt;br /&gt;2.babysitting&lt;br /&gt;3.doing chores&lt;br /&gt;4. putting up the flag at my school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over Again&lt;br /&gt;1. Freaky friday&lt;br /&gt;2.Confessions of a &lt;strong&gt;teen&lt;/strong&gt; age drama queen&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Charlie and the chocolate factory (new)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pirates of the Carabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Places I've Lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Santa Barbara&lt;br /&gt;2. Provo&lt;br /&gt;3.Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;4.American Fork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Highly Regarded and Recommended TV Shows That I've Never Watched a Full Episode of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Little Inestines&lt;br /&gt;2.It's a Big Big World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.Jo Jo's curcus&lt;br /&gt;4.American Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Places I've Vacationed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. DISNEY LAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Capitol Reef National Park&lt;br /&gt;3.Carls Bad Caverns&lt;br /&gt;4.San Fransisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four of My Favorite Dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. chicken devan&lt;br /&gt;2.Wendys&lt;br /&gt;3.Pizza&lt;br /&gt;4.Jumbalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Sites I Visit Daily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.Homestsarrunner.com&lt;br /&gt;2. myscene.com&lt;br /&gt;3. american girl.com&lt;br /&gt;4.pollypocket.com&lt;br /&gt;(varry's with my mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. riding my bike&lt;br /&gt;2. in a movie (acting in one, but watcing one would be nice too)&lt;br /&gt;3. the classic, in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.auditioning for a play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Bloggers I Am Tagging&lt;br /&gt;1. jared because he never blogs&lt;br /&gt;2. missnemesis because she needs a turn too&lt;br /&gt;3&amp;amp;4 any one else who would like to be tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&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/23071287-114140058627838130?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114140058627838130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114140058627838130' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114140058627838130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114140058627838130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/03/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, i&apos;m it'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114122779510275518</id><published>2006-03-01T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:43:15.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause' i'm partyin'  (party party party)</title><content type='html'>I've gone to three birthday partys in arow from Friday to Saturday and one on Monday. the birthday on Friday was my dad's, it was short because sean had M.O.R.P. to go to so he wanted to leave and all that (for those of you who don't know M.O.R.P. is a girls choice dance) and after he left it was just me and dad and mom i decided to make dad a birthday cake, i failed i accidentally made the recipe with 1 quart of water enstead of 1 cup that was sad, then i went to my friend Brie's birthday party which was a monkey party so i wore my monkey shirt, we saw Curious George and had banana spilts (Curious George was really good!) and on sunday it was the day of rest even from partys and last but not least on monday i went to my friend Patricia's party where we watched Camp Nowhere and ate pizza and cake, and now my birthday is comming up in April and Sean's is this month! There is no end to the partying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114122779510275518?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114122779510275518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114122779510275518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114122779510275518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114122779510275518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/03/cause-im-partyin-party-party-party.html' title='Cause&apos; i&apos;m partyin&apos;  (party party party)'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114100281986282334</id><published>2006-02-26T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:13:39.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces are deadly</title><content type='html'>according to me pleasures can be lost quite rapidly like the pleasure of having free teeth, i have braces, deadly, killing, unenjoyable, braces. so on my monthly tightening this month i got spacers that's where they squeeze your teeth together and it hurts. verry. bad. did any of you have braces? if so please tell, and share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114100281986282334?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114100281986282334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114100281986282334' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114100281986282334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114100281986282334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/02/braces-are-deadly.html' title='Braces are deadly'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23071287.post-114100017750473563</id><published>2006-02-26T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:29:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.G.W.L.N. (Little girl with long nails)</title><content type='html'>I know a girl who is in kindergarten who i sit whith at church. she has strong opinions and if you dissagree she will ram her head into yours,repatedly, all the while wispering through gritted teeth so no one can hear, "what,did,you,say?" but when told to stop by let's say me, she will say she's sorry then grip your hand and squeeze it with her deadly nails, i have only expirianced such pain before when my two brothes accidentally sat on my arm. this same girl has a sister who must be an angel, their family brings treats for them to eat, she shares them with me,her mom and the L.G.L.W.N we'll call her. and that is how mostly, my sacrament meeting goes down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23071287-114100017750473563?l=lola49.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/feeds/114100017750473563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23071287&amp;postID=114100017750473563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114100017750473563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23071287/posts/default/114100017750473563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lola49.blogspot.com/2006/02/lgwln-little-girl-with-long-nails.html' title='L.G.W.L.N. (Little girl with long nails)'/><author><name>lola49</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07019330316405921209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6483/1256/1600/lola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
