<?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-13620893</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:14:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:Erika:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620893.post-116586042850831234</id><published>2006-12-11T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:07:08.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>afdsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stave 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Opaque-not transparent or translucent&lt;br /&gt;2. Melancholy- A gloomy state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;3. Recumbent-Lying down&lt;br /&gt;4. Reclamation-The act or process of reclaiming.&lt;br /&gt;5. Vestige-a mark, trace, or visible evidence of something that is no longer present or in existence&lt;br /&gt;6. Jocund-Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;7. Avarice-Insatiable greed for riches.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sordid-Dirty nor filthy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Negus-a title of Ethiopian royalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stave 3&lt;br /&gt;1. Prodigious-extraordinary in size, amount, extent, degree, force, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. Plume-A feather&lt;br /&gt;3. Petrification-The state of being petrified.&lt;br /&gt;4. Odious-Deserving or causing hatred&lt;br /&gt;5. Poulterer- Someone who sells poultry&lt;br /&gt;6. Factious-Given to faction.&lt;br /&gt;7. Capacious-Capable of holding much&lt;br /&gt;8. Opulence-Wealth or riches.&lt;br /&gt;9. Parapet-a defensive wall or elevation, as of earth or stone, in a fortification.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ogre-A form of beast.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ubiquitous- Existing or believing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;12. Livid- Extremely mad.&lt;br /&gt;13. Sexton-an official of a church charged with taking care of the edifice and its contents, ringing the bell, etc., and sometimes with burying the dead.&lt;br /&gt;14. Adamant-utterly unyielding in attitude or opinion in spite of all appeals, urgings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;15. Cant-insincere, esp. conventional expressions of enthusiasm for high ideals, goodness, or piety.&lt;br /&gt;16. Spectre-Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stave 4&lt;br /&gt;1. Pendulous-Hanging down loosely.&lt;br /&gt;2. Excrescence-???&lt;br /&gt;3. Inorexible- Unyielding.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blithe- Joyous.&lt;br /&gt;5. Malady-any disorder or disease of the body, esp. one that is chronic or deepseated.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dispelled-To drive off in various directions.&lt;br /&gt;7. Unanimity-The state or quality of being unanimous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-116586042850831234?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/116586042850831234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=116586042850831234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/116586042850831234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/116586042850831234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/12/afdsa.html' title='afdsa'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-116095218985215314</id><published>2006-10-15T15:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:45:54.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, I do believe your hair's on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today at church, they did the service in candlelight, right? So Ryan, ((The leader)) Had a lighter torch, and he pointed it at me and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the thing was supposed to be adjusted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the way low&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt; but he accidentally put it on &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;all the way high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So when he pressed the button, expecting a small flame, he got a flame about 2934809248029 inches long. ((More like, 8)) and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my hair caught on fire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So he was like all ASDJKFJSLDKFJAFKASDJF!!!!! and I was all KFJMDLKJFDAKMSDKFJKLFJDKLFMDLKFJSKFMNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it went out only like, 3 seconds later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So naturally, Ryan &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FLIPPED OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I started crying...ONly from LAUGHING SO MUCH!!! it was SO funny and Ryan was SO SCARED he'd lose his job, or something....Haha. So he said he'd pay for my haircut. But I donj't think i'll need one. I'll just trim the ends and it'll be fineeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ily ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took out about a good inch in the lock right under my bangs. Now I'm going to have split endssssss.........Dangit. And I always took such good care of my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you can really tell when I pull it up in a ponytail. Sheeeyahhttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/erikashair.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a picture. It's a side view, and it's my ponytail. The part sticking out is the part that was burnt. So you can see the comparison on what it was/is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-116095218985215314?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/116095218985215314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=116095218985215314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/116095218985215314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/116095218985215314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/10/darling-i-do-believe-your-_116095218985215314.html' title='Darling, I do believe your hair&apos;s on fire.'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-116019880705699548</id><published>2006-10-06T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:26:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture spreeee....</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had a picture spree yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At my  mom's school with some of her kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;((just the ones with the little kids...))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These are m.y. &lt;u&gt;kids...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Megan and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7434.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and Thad/Thaddeus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7435.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Chloe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7441.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me and Ashleigh...She's so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7444.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirror images...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me and Caleb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My fiancee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Be jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7471.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF7470.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-116019880705699548?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/116019880705699548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=116019880705699548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/116019880705699548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/116019880705699548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-spreeee.html' title='Picture spreeee....'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115896219731458911</id><published>2006-09-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:58:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston...&lt;33</title><content type='html'>Current song of the week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boston"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said...You don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Augustana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115896219731458911?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115896219731458911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115896219731458911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115896219731458911'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115895795441731699?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115895795441731699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115895795441731699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115895795441731699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115895795441731699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheetah-giirls-33.html' title='Cheetah Giirls &lt;33'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115867715159600767</id><published>2006-09-19T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:45:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Class</title><content type='html'>So...I'm in Health Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And we're doing some sort of "analyze what you eat" project, and I'm starvinggggg....I don't have a lunch today, and I didn't have time to grab any money this morning....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I think my brother might bring me up lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah. So...Thurday's a pep rally, and the theme for this one is "Hawaiian" and so me and Hannah are making shirts that say "&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hawaiian day '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get Lei-d &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we're going to hand out lei's and stickers that say "You just got lei-d"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Get it? "Lei-d"/layed! Hahaha...That's hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omigoshhhh....Stomach's growling...1 hour and 27 minutes until lunchhhhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lydia is making fun of me because I'm hungry. Ohh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115867715159600767?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115867715159600767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115867715159600767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115867715159600767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115867715159600767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/09/health-class.html' title='Health Class'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115716774455808373</id><published>2006-09-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:29:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis tourney/tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so Last night I had a tournament {Tennis} [Which I couldn't get transferred out of :( ] And it was a doubles game vs. Willis and Kara and I were on a team, and we beat them, 8-6!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;We in the carr, we ridin sloww, we doin' things other girls don't do. The boys stare, we smile back, all my girls in the rainbow cadillacs, yeah! bet you never seen, chicks riding this clean, Louis Vitton seats, we do it deadly, that's how we keep it poppin, and shorty bass knockin, the way you see us ridin, we call it SHOWSTOPPING! Colour coordinate with them shoes, yeah we divas BUT WE RIDE LIKE BIG BOYS DO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that song is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, back to the tourney... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had a pep rally during 7th period, and I had to perform right? {{Cheer}} And so when it was over, Austin, Lynsey, Rachel, Kady, Hailey and I all walked down to Taco Bell, and met up with Travis, Tyler, Graham, Zach, Brett, and a lot of other people, right? And so I got 2 tacos with NOTHING but meat on them, Lemonade, and a taco with meat, lettuce, and cheese o/n/l/y/ [For Scott :) ] and then Austin and I walked back to the highschool so I could play my tourney...And then Lynsey, Travis, Kady, and Rachel showed up to watch me play. [[Austin gets the 'best friend award' for sitting through the WHOLE tourney{about 4 hours}] And then we won...As I told you...Then we took Austin home...then I went home...And finished World Geography homework... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had 5 tests... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st period: Cheerleading [Test on the 3 splits]&lt;br /&gt;2nd period:Algebra [test]&lt;br /&gt;3rd period: Health. [test]4th: Biology [no test]&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!LUNCH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5th period:English. [test]&lt;br /&gt;6th:World Geography [MONDO test]&lt;br /&gt;7th:Tennis [No test]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had a pretty stressful day. And on top of all of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And William just called me and said his friend died today. So please keep him in your prayers, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-My birthday is Monday. =] {{The 4th}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in cheer, my stunt group landed a lib!!! [[If you don't know what a 'lib' is, google it. type in "cheerleading liberty"] and we learned how to doa  "show-n-go" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is really long....Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115716774455808373?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115716774455808373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115716774455808373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115716774455808373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115716774455808373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/09/tennis-tourneytournament.html' title='Tennis tourney/tournament'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115497625735425591</id><published>2006-08-07T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:46:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jorge's party/New phone?</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the other night I went to Jorge's party...It was fun, there was dancing, Jason played his guitar, And Hannah and I stole a golf cart. Yep. It was grand. But me and Hannah were going to take Jason's golf cart, but he said not to because his is messed up and it like...lites on fire...Go figure. So he told us to take the green one, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we did. ((BTW: All golf cart keys fit each other...I never knew that!)) And we went up our street and the one across the street. But on the one across our street- There's this HUGE hill, right? And this cart was like, about to freakkin D.I.E. So we had to like, lean back and forth on the cart, haha. And we made it down the hill. But the BAD part was coming back UP the hill...So we did the same thing...It must have been quite akward for the neighbors to hear two girls out on a golf cart in the middle of the night yelling things l ike "EEEEEEEYYYYYYYUUUUGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Haha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I got home, mom and I were talking about a new cell phone...FOR ME! And here are the two options...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; phone...It's really thin, like a Razor phone. The only thing I don;'t like about it, is the buttons. I don't like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5526/1204/1600/new%20phone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5526/1204/200/new%20phone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; one. But I couldn't find a picture of it with the whole thing... But what do y'all think I should choose???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5526/1204/1600/new%20phone2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5526/1204/200/new%20phone2.png" 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/13620893-115497625735425591?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115497625735425591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115497625735425591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115497625735425591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115497625735425591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/08/jorges-partynew-phone.html' title='Jorge&apos;s party/New phone?'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115429210907489026</id><published>2006-07-30T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:41:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>Heyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, last night was the Kelly Clarkson concert...It was so much fun! Katie and Chesney took me for an early birthday present ((My birthday's in September, though, haha))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;But, omigosh, her opening act was a band called "Rooney" and Omigosh, I've pretty much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fallen in love&lt;/span&gt; with them. Yep. Their website is: &lt;a href="http://www.rooney-band.com"&gt;www.rooney-band.com&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rooney"&gt;www.myspace.com/rooney&lt;/a&gt; Myspace....Hmm....Who &lt;em&gt;doesn't &lt;/em&gt;have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, yeah, the concert was pretty amazing. Her entrance was so cool....It was like, the whole stadium was like, pitch black, right? And what happened was all of the sudden, you see this blue spotlight and in the middle of the light, there's a violinist...And he's playing...And then, all of the sudden, another spotlight, a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spotlight next to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;light turns on, and this one is framed around Kelly Clarkson. But yeah...It was trés magnifique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this morning we went to church and the service was really good. They had a Pastor from Costa Rica come in, and it was really good. And in Sunday School, they showed a video and It was really about like, how we take things for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Like, a breath, even. I mean, there's places in the world where all they breathe in is poisonous gas. I mean, how horrible is that? They can't get clean, running water, or anything. It just really makes you step back and think about all the wonderful things God has given&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our love, OUR LOVE! Is the best love, THE BEST LOVE! Well your mother likes my style, and you father, he likes my lifestyle, should I aske them what I asked you, to get the answer,To get the answerrrrrrrrr...Cos our love, OUR LOVE! Is the best love, THE BEST LOVE! If it were up to me, Yes our love, OUR LOVE! Is tru love, so just let it beeeee.....It's easy, EAS! it's easy, EASY! It's easy, EASY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That would be Rooney. That song's called "If it were up to me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;+ Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115429210907489026?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115429210907489026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115429210907489026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115429210907489026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Beating heart, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c.casalemedia.com/c?s=62692&amp;f=2&amp;amp;id=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, so I've fallen in l♥ve with this song....Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEAD AUTOMATICA LYRICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Beating Heart Baby"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby is this love for real?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me in your arms to feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beating of your heart, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beating of you heart, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You, you want nothing to do with me [x2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, I don't know what to do with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz you don't know what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus:]Baby is this love for real? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me in your arms to feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beating heart baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beating of your heart, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[repeat]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Girl, you really got your hold on me [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Girl, you gotta get away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'Cause you want nothing to do with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus (x2)]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In spite of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even out of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I love all of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[repeat]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You, you want nothing to do with me [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;[Chorus (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115421116115695813?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115421116115695813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115421116115695813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115421116115695813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115421116115695813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/07/beating-heart-baby.html' title='Beating heart, baby.'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115292305212826129</id><published>2006-07-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:24:12.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here's a day in pictures...Me and Chesney went out for a stroll...And took pictures. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6344.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesney sat on the sign....And then it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6341.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn Right"? No no no, darling...Let's go LEFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6345.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some gum in my back pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6348.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sticky gum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6350.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a hott tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6356.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6354.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a BIG water puddle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6359.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we checked to see if the water was cold or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6360.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6361.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And so we end the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/DSCF6367.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115292305212826129?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115292305212826129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115292305212826129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115292305212826129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115292305212826129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-heres-day-in-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115249882936690030</id><published>2006-07-09T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:32:43.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Random things about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33 random things you should know about me---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I love kisses on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I love playing in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I think kissing in the rain is too cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I have horrible ADD and get distracted too easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I might not look like it; But I like to headbang to hardcore music when I'm alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I play with my hair a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Weezer and Rascal Flatts are the best bands in this lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you can make me laugh- We'll get along great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I love vanilla scented stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. My toes are constantly freezing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I have my weird days where I won't eat at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. I don't bother with makeup, unless I want to impress someone. Which is rare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. I always wanted to be the pink Power Ranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Loud people bug me, even though I'm pretty loud myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Grammatical errors bug me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I'm a theatre nerd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. I love to sing and dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. I'll forget something I just said a minute ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. My dad is hilarious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I love boys who give me big hugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. I take a lot of pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. I hate to be alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. If I have a problem with you-I probably won't tell you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. I think cussing is trashy and annoying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. If I get scared, I cover my ears and eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Lemonade is my addiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. I run into things a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. I wish on stars and at 11:11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. I get a headache if I go too long without listening to music. Yeah. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;30. I would rather be called "pretty" or "beautiful" than "Hott" or "sexy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;31. I'm abnormally ticklish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;32. When I take a drink, only about half of it makes it into my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;33. I wash my hair wayy too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115249882936690030?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115249882936690030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115249882936690030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115249882936690030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115249882936690030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/07/33-random-things-about-me.html' title='33 Random things about me.'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115232666786417685</id><published>2006-07-07T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:44:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POTC</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to go see Pirates of the Carribean II. It was alright...Just really long. But there's like, totally going to be a POTC III. Yeah. Well,I went with Cooper, and after the movie, we went to Sam's Club and then back to my house. Yeah, well, it was fun. But there's was freakkin NOTHING on T.V.! We're just sitting there like, O.mi.Gasshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...I'm so freakking full. I just had some sushi...Yumm...Kudos to daddy =] Yeah. Well, I like, totally miss myspace. I find myself having nothing to do since I have no myspace, anymore. How sad is that? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-Tanaka-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115232666786417685?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115232666786417685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115232666786417685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115232666786417685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115232666786417685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/07/potc.html' title='POTC'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115220296141154145</id><published>2006-07-06T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:01:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one is of me and Brooke at cheer camp in the ugly gold uniforms([we have 2 uniforms....Black and Gold.]):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g91/tan_aka/697518-R1-01-0A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115220296141154145?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115220296141154145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115220296141154145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115220296141154145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115220296141154145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheer-camp.html' title='Cheer camp.'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-115102775691496319</id><published>2006-06-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:55:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Myspace.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so...&lt;br /&gt;I erased my myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;So I have like, nothing to do all day long, now.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will probably be leaving a bunch of posts on this thing, now.&lt;br /&gt;So leave comments?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tanaka-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-115102775691496319?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/115102775691496319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=115102775691496319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115102775691496319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/115102775691496319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodbye-myspace_22.html' title='Goodbye, Myspace.'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-114771330946911988</id><published>2006-05-15T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:15:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Class</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm in Language Arts right now. We're in the computer lab doing a project on the Holocaust era. Mine's on the children during the Holocaust. I like, finished it in like, the first 15-30 minutes we were in here. Ughhh....I still have like, 45 minutes in here. I think I might dieeeeeeeee. Ugh....I need to sneeze really badly. *achoo* Ok. I did. Whew...Lol.Ughhhhh.... Hey, go to &lt;a href="http://www.shatteredlives-montgomerycounty.com/"&gt;www.shatteredlives-montgomerycounty.com&lt;/a&gt; and look at the Conroe High School one! It's crazy sad. Shattered Lives is a program that all of the high schools in the Montgomery County area did to show the effects of drunk driving. Because of Prom coming up and graduation and everything? Because some people go out and get drunk on Prom night and after they graduate. And it shows what could happen. Haha, Chaz just sneezed...I thought it was kinda funny. Lol. Well, here is my paper, read it and tell me if it's worth an "A" or not! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;                                    Children during the Holocaust.                 During the holocaust era, many different racial groups were attacked by the German Nazis. But what most people don't know is that children, mainly Jewish, were one of the main sources of attack. Children were especially vulnerable victims of the Nazis. It is estimated that over one million children were murdered under Nazi rule in Germany and occupied Europe.                 In the ghettos, many died from lack of food, clothing, and shelter. The Nazis considered many ghetto children unproductive to the German cause. They were generally not used for forced work, which increased their chances for early replacement to concentration camps and extermination camps. Jewish children were among the first victims when the Germans and their partners sought to destroy a Jewish community by shooting the inhabitants of the ghettos or deporting them to an extermination camp.                            Following selection at Auschwitz and other camps, the majority of children were sent straight to the gas chambers. A number of children in the camps, especially twins, were used in Nazi medical experiments. Children also were shot by SS and police forces in Poland and the Soviet Union. Jewish council chairmen were forced to make the painful decision whether to fill expected amounts of children for deportation. One director of an orphanage in the Warsaw ghetto, refused to abandon the children chosen for deportation. So he accompanied them on the transport to Treblinka, another concentration camp. In spite of overwhelming torture by the hands of the Nazis, many children discovered ways to survive. Many children were involved in smuggling food into the ghettos. A number of children in youth movements were active in resistance; many participated in escapes to partisan family camps. Some non-Jews provided hiding places for Jewish children and sometimes, as in the case of Anne Frank, for other family members as well. Children's Transport was the informal name of a rescue effort which brought thousands of refugee Jewish children to Great Britain from Nazi Germany and German-occupied territories between 1938 and 1940. In France, almost the entire Nazi Protestant population hid Jewish children.                                    In the aftermath of the Holocaust, refugees searched throughout Europe for missing children. Thousands of orphaned children were in displaced persons camps. Many fled to eastern Europe as part of the mass group that fled to the Allied zones of occupation.. Through Youth Immigration, thousands migrated to the Yishuv (A Jewish settlement in Palestine), and then to the state of Israel after it was established in 1948.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tanaka-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-114771330946911988?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/114771330946911988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=114771330946911988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/114771330946911988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/114771330946911988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/05/language-class.html' title='Language Class'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-114738681714999703</id><published>2006-05-11T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:33:37.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Team</title><content type='html'>Hey, ugh, omgdz, I have swim team in like...45 minutes. Gross. But yeah, anyways! Me and Andrew are once again friends. So...It's all good... =] Lol. Well, haha, tomorrow night is my play and I think we are going to bomb. It's called "lightning strikes"and like, we just had to replace Josh b/c he like isn't that reliable, and we replaces him with Dhiraj. And he's good and all, but I really don't think he knows the blocking that well. But he's good, it's just because he JUST got the part, you know? Well, I like typing these messages and all, but I don't think anyone reads them. So if you do, leave me a message saying you do, lol! B/c no one in USA has them, well, of my friends. We all have Myspace! haha, well, i gtg get ready for swim team! Talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tanaka-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-114738681714999703?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/114738681714999703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=114738681714999703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/114738681714999703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/114738681714999703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/05/swim-team.html' title='Swim Team'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-114649475796126375</id><published>2006-05-01T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:45:57.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in class...</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm in Communication II right now. We were doing a magazine project, but I finished mine. Well, Rachel is sitting next to me making a blog! Lol. She is like, screaming at the computer for being retarted. Lol. Y' all need to add her. Her thing is: &lt;a href="http://racheleatscrayons.blogspot.com"&gt;http://racheleatscrayons.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;   Lol, she's crazy! just tell her Erika sent you! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tanaka-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps~ Andrew and I broke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-114649475796126375?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/114649475796126375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=114649475796126375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/114649475796126375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/114649475796126375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored-in-class.html' title='Bored in class...'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-113962509334503079</id><published>2006-02-10T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:31:33.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;it's a wonderful life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hey y'all. All's well, int the life of Erika. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, at least for now. I'm going out with Andrew now, and that is a bonus :) But Colton still likes me...Gosh, I have no idea what to do. And I feel sorry for Andrew cos he has to deal with Colton and deal with me! Lol. Well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love that kiddo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, and we get along GREAT. Haha, today , they passed out carnations at school, right? yeah well, I goor 18 all together. Andrew got me 10, but I only got him 2....Does that make me a bad person?! Lol. NO, that just makes me a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; horrible Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Dang. He is so freakkin sweet and kind and nice to me, and he says that I treat him better that me treats me, there's no way for that. There's NO WAY that I treat him better than he treats me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hold on, brb, My phone is almost dead, I gotta go get my phone charger!) {Back} But anyways, yeah, we get along great, but when we DO argue, haha, he says we argue like we're married. Lol. Well, tomorrow's Saturday { :D }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I have to go up to the school to take some pictures for theatre. Dang. Oh well, Andrew will be there :) Lol. Haha, I sound like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;obsessed with him&lt;/span&gt; on this lol. But yeah. After the theatre pictures tomorrow, (I think Chesney's coming up to the school with me to take pics, but just to wait for me to finish, lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I am going to see if Andrew wants to go to the movies or something.I might s&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ee when a stranger calls&lt;/span&gt; but I'm like, WAY TOO SCARED! But Amber, Haha...Amber...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said "It'll just be an excuse for you to hold onto Andrew!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha, I love her! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;She's crazy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm like, totally bored right now. I wish Andrew would get on so I could freakkin talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Tanaka-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-113962509334503079?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/113962509334503079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=113962509334503079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/113962509334503079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/113962509334503079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-wonderful-life_10.html' title=''/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-113608749911986780</id><published>2005-12-31T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:05:08.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Is comin'up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey well yeah, It's only like....2 1/2 hours till a whole New Year!Lol. Well I'm bored listening to AMERICAN PIE by Don Maclean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(8)Singin Bye bye Miss american Pie, drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry then good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this'll be the day that I die(8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm so sick of food..I think I will just stop eating! Lol, I'm just playing! Don't worry guys; I won't go anorexic! Besides, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brandon's anorexic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm Bulemic!&lt;/span&gt; Lol, Brandon! That was like, the funniest day &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not 9.40 PM and I'm waiting still!!!! Gosh, It seems that I'm ALWAYS waiting for SOMETHING! Lol, how &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pathetic?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lol, It's 9/42..Whoa, I just wasted 2 minutes talking about nothing...Craziness,,,lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, now it's 9.43......Unlike my OLD blog; I am going to try to update it..at LEAST one a week??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aww...I was just thinking...It's only like...4 hours till New Years, and I won't get to see Colton.... &lt;3&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;♂&lt;---Male Sign&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♀&lt;---Female Sign&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lol, that was SO random!!! Well, it's really sad Cos I won't see him and I will have no one to kiss for New Years.... :'( I think I might call him though...Nah...It's New years...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; should call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;me&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hehe....I'm horrible! Lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PEACE OUT, SUCKAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-113608749911986780?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/113608749911986780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=113608749911986780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/113608749911986780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/113608749911986780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-is-cominup.html' title='New Years Is comin&apos;up'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-112250756930560904</id><published>2005-07-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:39:29.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda sorta???</title><content type='html'>Ok I have NO IDEA if he likes me or not now??? Like, This past week, We had Plans to hang out all weekend, and like, he kept having to cancel???And then we'd make more plans??? But thenagain, I think he might have only wanted to hang out cos my friend was over???&lt;br /&gt; but we were on the phone today, and he was joking abou thow he and his cousin thought my FRIEND was hott, and then he said "No, we were just kidding. We like YOU" but I didnt understand him, and I asked wat he said,  but he wouldn't, so I kept asking, and he finally told me again. So at this point, I have NO CLUE if he ACTUALLY likes me or not. But all I DO know is, I like him so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-112250756930560904?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/112250756930560904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=112250756930560904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112250756930560904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112250756930560904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/07/kinda-sorta.html' title='Kinda sorta???'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-112075826304660341</id><published>2005-07-07T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:20:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey well, I dont know WHAT is his problem, I think he is mad at me though??? I wonder if he realli is or if he is just trying to get to me??? but anyways, yesterday was fun!!! chesney chase brandon cole taylor and brady came over and we all hung out in the garage apartment. and aafter they all left, ches' sister took us out to a field and after that, we went to to sonic and I was singing really loud ( we were @ the sonic by some dry cleaners and a pizza place, but b/t the cleaners, pizza place and sonic, was kind of a brush.) and I was singing, and over by the pizza place outside, there were a bunch of 13 yr. guys, and they screamed,m I LOVE YOU!!! and I screamed I LOVE YOU TOO!!! and it went back and forth and we had the conversation and everything. It was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-112075826304660341?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/112075826304660341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=112075826304660341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112075826304660341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112075826304660341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder???'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-112034526525355078</id><published>2005-07-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T16:01:05.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>Ok, Y'all are killing me here. I have no idea, whatsoever, how to work this effin site, But why do I keep coming back and working on it??? Because I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-112034526525355078?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/112034526525355078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=112034526525355078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112034526525355078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112034526525355078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah_02.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-112034417264080698</id><published>2005-07-02T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T15:57:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok,</title><content type='html'>ok guys.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I have nothing to do. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theres&lt;strong&gt; this BIG B**** goin around. It's like a search and destroy mission. Now, how do I accomplish the DESTROY part? hmm.....??? leave a message @ the tagboard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-112034417264080698?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/112034417264080698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=112034417264080698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112034417264080698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/112034417264080698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok.html' title='ok,'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-111919163623929434</id><published>2005-06-19T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:33:56.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im baaaaack,,,,</title><content type='html'>Hey-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I just got home from Virginia, It was pretty cool. Im really bored now.. Its 9:32 in the AM and I'm the only one awake at me house and not very many people are on the computer   :S  &lt;br /&gt;                   well, Im bored. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-111919163623929434?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/111919163623929434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=111919163623929434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/111919163623929434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/111919163623929434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-baaaaack.html' title='Im baaaaack,,,,'/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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-13620893.post-111861551884330286</id><published>2005-06-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:31:58.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey,mmm..yeah, well, I'm kinda new at this....leave comments tho! lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOD IS THE NICKEST PERSON EVA. ERIKASUCKS! ERIKAISAGAYPERSON jks jks this is lod doing this for u. lul miss u xxx ps. i wont go on this nemore..i hope u lyk it. r u still gonna use the history-of-a wateva...blog?! ttyl xxlodxx BUT THIS IS ERIKAS BLOG! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13620893-111861551884330286?l=draggintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/111861551884330286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13620893&amp;postID=111861551884330286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/111861551884330286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13620893/posts/default/111861551884330286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://draggintheline.blogspot.com/2005/06/heymmm.html' title=''/><author><name>LittleT1233</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09911655143231192103</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></feed>
