<?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-5905902</id><updated>2011-08-09T02:12:37.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blah Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>BLAH need I say more</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905902.post-111479243341835545</id><published>2005-04-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:33:53.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SITE</title><content type='html'>Well Ladies and Gental men who read this or if you ever even look any more I have started my own WEb page this is a great fun site and I love to put new stuff on there it is just so hard for me to just blog any more. I just wnated to let you know you can check out my new website to see what is new about me I will post her every once in awhile for this is  where it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-111479243341835545?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111479243341835545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=111479243341835545' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/111479243341835545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/111479243341835545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-site.html' title='NEW SITE'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905902.post-110349854143324966</id><published>2004-12-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:22:21.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good day</title><content type='html'>Hello and MERRY X- MAS.  How is every one doing. Well as you can tell by my title i had a good day to day. First i went and watched my cusin Emma Ruth. She is a hoot and a half she makes me smile. We went for a walk and palyed then she was so funny for when she didn't like me she would wave and say bye so i would go away cause when you say bye your suppose to leave. Then i had to go work at chruch in which there were no Kids so i was able to leave early.YEAAAAAAAAA! Well i had to run by the grocery store and they had everything that i needed. it was great. Then there was no fighting today in the house YEPPY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a lot of fun I was suppose to go out with Mikc but i couldn't get a hold of him so I cried :) But I GOT TO SEE JESSICA SALATO which was alot of fun we talked and hung out she now has a face book site as well which is excitting then we watched SAVED with Mandy moore in it which was really quite funny well time for dinner bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-110349854143324966?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110349854143324966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=110349854143324966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/110349854143324966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/110349854143324966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-day.html' title='a good day'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-110255990766984077</id><published>2004-12-08T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:38:27.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was the worst night of my life. I went to my graphics lab early to see if I could get a head start on my finals lab that is due today. Well i go there and all the computers are taken. Then I finaly get one but then the instrucer comes and starts to tell us that we need all of these items on our print out. This was never written or told to us anytime but the night it was due. well my stomace got hungray so i started to feel faint which did not help my mood at all. Then the worst thing in the world happened my computer crashed and I was saving all of my work at that time which means non of it really saved. I had a meeting to go to at 7 but i was now late for that. NOT GOOD. but oh well it  is life. I say that now after I spased to Chris about it for like 10 mins. Poor guy I feel like i ruined his nite. I just dont know what to do I have so much presure on me well at least i feel that way. I have to pack and study before friday and get my computer over to chris so i can get home. Then because of this stupid bolw tirp I don't wnat to go But I don't know if i will be able to get home on new years eve. And right now i dont want to do anything my life is so boring right now it is get up do work hang out at chris if he has time and i am not busy but most of the tiem it is do stuff at my dorm wrok on home work. WEll tiem to go time to walk  back to my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-110255990766984077?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110255990766984077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=110255990766984077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/110255990766984077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/110255990766984077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/12/tonight-was-worst-night-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-110076140422926375</id><published>2004-11-17T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:03:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, This past weekend was amazing. I went on the band trip down to college station that was an adventure of it's own it started at 12:30 friday afternoon and did not end until Sunday at 4 pm. Well the best part of my weekend is seeing the people on this trip it  made my day adn life seems so much brighter. Well it started off good we did not leave to late but as we get to sweetwater we have a bus break down adn on a turnaround we hit a pot hole that makes our bus start to fall apart. Then we had to drive to abline to get a new bus if any one know s the way to austin you do NOT HAVE TO GO THOUGHT abline to get there so that took longer. Which was not cool. Then we finaly get to  hotel and Austin  it was a wonderful 12:30 in the morning and as we are all ready for bed some one decides to turn on the heater who knew that they were falable ??? for it caught on fire and the alarm to our floor and room did not go off we recived a phone call to get down the stairs adn out side for the hotel is on fire. side note NOT COOL. well after that wonderful action. We finaly went to bed for a lovely 7:00 wake up call to be in dressed full uniform to get to atm. But when we got there I was able to See Corinne, Robert, Megan, Chris Branch, and the lovely and wonderful Katie S. Then we ahd the night free and Miree and Chris edman came and picked Chris and me up from our hotel to go out to eat at the cheese cake factoy. That was so much fun. I wish i could relive it every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIREE IF YOUR READING THIS I AM LISTING TO YOUR CD you made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-110076140422926375?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/110076140422926375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=110076140422926375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/110076140422926375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/110076140422926375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109998314438820693</id><published>2004-11-08T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:02:55.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my afternoon sucked</title><content type='html'>Well to start I was late to my cinima class. NOT cool cause i don't understand now what we talked about. Then we got out really early which is a good and horrible thing for the clock in the class room was not changed yet and we actually got out an hour early but I didn't think so I left my cinam class and as i was rushing to my lab because i thoguht we were late well I ended up steping in to a puddle a huge mud puddle that ruined my shoes my godo tennsi shoes that i use for liek evrything and I don't have the money to get some new ones which si not cool.  Then I went to my lab an sshowed up and hour early thsi was very sad I was already to work and get my suff done so then I get kciked out for the teacher didn't want to stay there let alone leave me in there whcih sucked. SO i had to walk althe way aback to my dorm to be late to my lab. Then I went to see mary but the poor girl is fraseled and David came to see her and he was not as nice as usual but that is understandable i guess. my samll faith group is good but ID on't dfeel like I belong there anymroe I  don't knwo where i belong. Then I called Chris and now we are both a little very little upset with eatch other. WEll it is time for em to go good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109998314438820693?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109998314438820693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109998314438820693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109998314438820693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109998314438820693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-my-afternoon-sucked.html' title='Why my afternoon sucked'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109992900990819937</id><published>2004-11-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T07:50:09.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend News</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend was parent weekend which was a lot of fun my family came up and I was able to spend time with them since I will not be able to come home for Thanksgiving. Which is sad yet excitting  for I have never spent a holiday away from my family.  Well, we beat BAYLOR YEPPY!!  Also my family finaly meet kelsey and her family they get along which is very nice. Well now for the information on Chris. I was able to go see him play his last softball game for the season. Which was alot of fun then he made a dession about facial hiar whichs is far from what I like. He has decided to grow a beard. We will see how it looks honestly it is off to a good start. Although I must admit i like his facial hair i just want to see him babyfaced just to see what he lookes like now for he has changed so much let alone I think I ahve for gotten what his chin looks like. but hey I am just the stupid girlfriend (LOL) well time to go to class talk to you later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL POST PICS of chris later when it grows in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109992900990819937?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109992900990819937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109992900990819937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109992900990819937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109992900990819937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekend-news.html' title='The weekend News'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109935030673978621</id><published>2004-11-01T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:05:06.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello everyone I know that people do not read this blog any more because I do not post any more. But I am going to try to talk more on this silly thing for I feel i am lossing touch with my friends away from tech.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well MY schoo year has been heckit for I am having to drop all of my classes cause I can not cut them witch is really sad cause i feel like a big bum and a let down for I could do this last semmester and now I can't cut it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let alone I am getting removed from my major for I do not meet the requirments for it. and right now i am lost and do not knowhat to do so if you have any idea's that would be great for ai am in a blah funk notthing is very fun for me any more it is like my life has lost it romance. Nothing serouis it is just  stuff lately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANy way the news is taht my EMMA ( my cusin) just turned one and I was able to go home to see her at her party and that made me ahppy. Also my parensts are coming up this next weekend  which excites me. I hope it is fun.  Well I have class soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I have aslso joined a small faith group and a group called challange which is very cool baptist but cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have aslo updated my pics if you want to check thoose out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109935030673978621?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnusers.com/AnnsRandompics' title='I am sorry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109935030673978621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109935030673978621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109935030673978621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109935030673978621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905902.post-109586704104969249</id><published>2004-09-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T08:30:41.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO BLOG</title><content type='html'>SO SORRY i know it has been a month since i last blog. I am sorry that this one has to be so short but i must run to class but a couple of things i must say before I go.&lt;br /&gt; and TV in the moring stinks&lt;br /&gt;1) HELLO MIREE I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;2) ANDREW I LOVE YOU AND I CAN"T WAIT TO SEE YOU&lt;br /&gt;        and to watch your face when TECH kicks your schools butt.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nick and Kels are now dating  cool yet weird still not sure what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Travis's girl friend is really nice I would put her name in here but not sure how to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) p-staff rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) and 12 hour Days suck really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time to go to cal 2 for a quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya pormise to try and write some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109586704104969249?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109586704104969249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109586704104969249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109586704104969249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109586704104969249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='LONG TIME NO BLOG'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109275917396177267</id><published>2004-08-17T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T09:23:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>ANDREW IS IN TOWN YEPPPY I am so glad I get to see my little bro be for I leave for school I am going to miss him. HE owes me like 3 walks lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yester day I went to tell Miree bye and good luck at college I asked if she wanted to do something but she seemed uninterested which is cool because I was able to watch Micheal Phelps HE is SO CUTE Not as cute as my CHRIS but he is defently ranked .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU CHRIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Jenn and Doug got married congrates it sounds like it was wonderful JENN and Doug hope you have a long and wonderful life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on the weekend undates I went on Cross roads 12 it was fun but defintly sad for me and many others for it was the last cross roads for many people like Patrick, Tatiana and Jessica Salato. all I have to say is that they better keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun for it was Chris's frist Cross roads and he did an ok job for it beeing his first one.&lt;br /&gt;OF course the CGS staff  can never get ride of me I think they need to send me a pink slip for I will never get the hint that I need to leave the youth Group. What can I say I am a child at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad my last week at home and everyone  I know is leaveing for school tommorrow (sheads a tear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that televison is educational dawson's creek tought me something this morning that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can change everyone out grows and matures but people need to stick around and see waht I am made of and run away because I don't like change very much. Though I must say I have improved I do slip up every once in a while but nothing is perfrect for the frist time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope me changings helps people relize that I can be taht person taht they need and want in thier life and that I am great person to get to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;that is the end of the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye with much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109275917396177267?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109275917396177267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109275917396177267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109275917396177267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109275917396177267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109225399692579494</id><published>2004-08-11T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:53:16.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost need help</title><content type='html'>My heart aches for you my tears are cause you are not here next to me showing me your smiling face anymore I miss your touch, and the way you look at me when we are the only two people who truly understand what is going on ath the table or when we just look at each other and laugh for minitues on end and can't stop no matter what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a break like you said i will respect that but there are so many question I have that are not answered and I can't get them off my mind. Many things were said in the heat of the mommnet but my questions are still not answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Why is the thing or issuse or problem placed on my shoulders alone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you trust me any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I wrong you so much that you must make me go through this pain thta I feel in my heart????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it SUCKS even more that we can not set aside our problems to go out and enjoy our selfs with our friends that we have in common. So, I am trying to get everyone together. I would love to see your smiling face at the table where we sit but if you choose not too my heart will break more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU AND I DON"T KNOW WHAT ElSE TO SAY for you do not want to come back to mee no matter what i do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say call I call and you don't answer I write i go to your house I talk to your friends i am as nice and understanding as possible I am so lost in this I need guidince and you are the only person who can help me understand what I am doing to piss you off so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wnat to loose you and I hope that you don't wnat to loose me just plz give em closer so that I may know where I stand in your life if Not at BeSTFREIND and the I LOVE YOU stage any more plz tell where I am and how I got from point A to point B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz tell me I am dying in side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109225399692579494?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109225399692579494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109225399692579494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109225399692579494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109225399692579494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/lost-need-help.html' title='Lost need help'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109223514811620885</id><published>2004-08-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T07:39:08.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH the Drama or not</title><content type='html'>Well, since I love to make big deals about nothing I think that this is the perfect title don't you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell you about the drama in my life but right now there is none for my summer has been very boring.  it is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal 2 is almost over YEPPY three cheers for that. But that means that school is getting closer and I am so not ready for marching band I still am trying to be ready for the clarinet but it is not looking in my favor. Which means I am going to have to drop the band which is depressing but  what ever God wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something excitting happend last night I went over to miree's I called to see if it was ok but there was no answer so I went to the door. We had a good talk though my heart still hurts my mind is at rest which I think is a good thing I am not sure. But we are suppose to go to the Cheese cake factory this Thursday after our finals I know our talk made her uncomfortable but everyone wants to see her and watch her smile and ahve a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she is scared because drama might come too and that is a friend she dose not want to see right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she changes her mind in going for it would be strange for the person who planned it not to show up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miree good luck on your final, I am glad you were able to talk to Monica and are able to talk to Chirs B about things I am happy that you and Chris E made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a week of summer left I hope my chris has fun on his trip and that Travis and him are safe and that they don't blast DMB all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my new little college fish Ihope you got everything you need for your first year away is fun sometimes lonly and a GREAT NEW experince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all my friends who are already in the big new fish pond I hope your school year is filled with fun laughter great grades and litlle bit of drama to make things interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109223514811620885?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109223514811620885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109223514811620885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109223514811620885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109223514811620885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-drama-or-not.html' title='OH the Drama or not'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109115662154166561</id><published>2004-07-29T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:03:41.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my family left for the Frio river which I am excited about yet very nervus about as well because I have to pass my cal 2 class and right now I do not think I will be able to pass it at all which makes me very scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this plz pray that I may better understand cal 2 and that I may pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight was suppose to be a miree and Ann night to night but Miree had to work. So, who knows if we will get one in before summer is over?????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning an icecream night on the 12th of August for all my friends to get together before we all part for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To night is a sad night for I am writing my band instructor telling him that I will no longer be able to participate in the marching band for this term it makes me want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall come back monday and tell you how badly I did on my last math test pray for me plz I need streaght and guidece &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109115662154166561?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109115662154166561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109115662154166561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109115662154166561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109115662154166561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-my-family-left-for-frio-river.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109098105668402409</id><published>2004-07-27T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T19:17:36.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it is Tuesday but my sunday was so great I just haven't had enough time to sit down and tell everyone about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well sunday morning came and I had to work which means get up get dressed and be at church before 8:30 so I can watch kids for the 9:00 mass and it was cool I got to see my little guys JT, and Ryan who are my regualrs it is sad that this last sunday was my last day to work Oh well I shall miss the kids but not the alarm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I worked all day long and I even did the two o'clock mass which is not just an hour people don't pick up there kids until 4 oh that makes it a long day. Though i must say my kids for the two o'clock mass are wonderful I had a five year old and a three year old and we&amp;nbsp; colored and built blockes and we even built them to whree teh kids were stuck in the boxes we were makeing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, at 12:30 chris brought me luch which made me feel special i love it when he comes to see me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But be fore that Miree came by to say Good bye before she left on her trip to sluterbond with some swimteam friends. Which reminds me she is back today so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELLO MIREE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I work all sunday I went to St. Ig's Youth teen mass which is an interesting mass for all the traditional stuff is thrown out but not made cool just diffrent. But i was able to Jacob who I haven't seen since we graduated. Which was very cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I rushed to chris's house so that I could go out to dinner with David and Mary who are two people from tech which we have made friends with it was a blast to see them. I love thoose guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went out to the cheese cake factory for dinner it was amazing, We talked about school, parties, next year and band. Then I had a classic moment so David said. I think the funniest part of the night is when we all four ordered the excat same thing for dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Chris and I had the kalua cheese cake it was so good and we put whipcream on each others nose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then chris and i hung out for a while and then we woke up to go to Cal 2 which was not fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109098105668402409?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109098105668402409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109098105668402409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109098105668402409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109098105668402409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/sunday-night.html' title='Sunday Night'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109090182839158311</id><published>2004-07-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:17:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was an ok day in Cal 2 I passed my first thing in the class with a 75 which I know not to good but hey it is passing. Then Chris had to leave early for he did not feel so good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After class I had ot go to PT which was fun becasuse they went easy on me and I did the leg press and 160 lbs. plus I can now bend my knee to 147 degrees which makes me very happy well I have a quiz in th emorning which I must fail so I will write later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope miree is having fun on her trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109090182839158311?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109090182839158311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109090182839158311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109090182839158311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109090182839158311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-was-ok-day-in-cal-2-i-passed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109073179474763717</id><published>2004-07-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:03:14.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY  was a great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The main reason why my day was so Great was because a couple of mins ago MIREE stoped by and she said hi to me. She also brought Chris E. which was great to see him but to Get a HUG from my best friend ment a lont to me I miss her so much and it is sad that i haven't been able to see her and spend time with her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So that is what made my day, but here is how my day went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The frist day in like 3 weeks that I was able to sleep in my father wakes me up so I can go pick him up from the auto shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WEll I had take a shower so I get up and go take a shower which was fine but getting out I feel right on my ASS and i hit my heel on the step and my knee on the side of the tub which they both have over haning edges my knee and heel both have really bad bruses on them becasue of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then emma ruth my cusin came over and i baby sat her for all after noon which was fun cause she didn't cry the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and that my friends was my GREAT DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night and sweet dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109073179474763717?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109073179474763717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109073179474763717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109073179474763717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109073179474763717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-was-great-day.html' title='TODAY  was a great day'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109055480922234614</id><published>2004-07-22T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T20:53:29.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WHITE TRASH POOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, well this last week my family had the beach house that we get &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;every year. Well because I started Cal 2 which by the way is the stupid move of the summer anyway. Hey is my story about the White trash pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was on my way to the beach house when I had to stop by my Uncle david's house to drop off my car so we wouldn't have 3 cars down at the house. The house is great but parking not so much. Any way I stoped by and I see this pool which looks like those kiddy pools you use to fill up with a hose and play in&amp;nbsp;. That is what his pool looked like but the adult versoin it was 5 ft tall and about a good 10ft wide maybe a little more any way I thought it was kinda cool. Then all the sudden my uncle walks out and he says what od you think about my White trash Pool it only cost me 183 at sam's which for that pool is not a bad price anyway. That is my story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109055480922234614?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109055480922234614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109055480922234614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109055480922234614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109055480922234614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/white-trash-pool.html' title='THE WHITE TRASH POOL'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-109000051197273876</id><published>2004-07-16T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:55:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the Cross Roads 12 staff retreat which I was excited to go on but at the same time not really.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Though I must admit I was not in the best of moods and I tried to hid it for so long but something happened at the retreat which I now have come to peace with that made me upset and as Jessica said i showed I was very well. I am sorry to Tati for acting the way I did but with the way things have been going I have not been in many good moods. For that I am sorry, I just thougth that this retreat would help but my salvation left early I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I hope Chris that you had fun at orentition and that you come back loving your new school.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Miree you are excited about the wedding and that they are not making you do to much stuff. Maybe one day our scheuals well meet and we will get to have Ann and Miree time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my boyfriend gets time to relax and is able to do well on his government test and taht he excells in the Math homework casue we all know i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for the beach&amp;nbsp;I will be heading there in a couple of mins yepp y for family &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-109000051197273876?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109000051197273876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=109000051197273876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109000051197273876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/109000051197273876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108969083219593589</id><published>2004-07-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:53:52.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know </title><content type='html'>I don't know if you read this any more for I have not posted in a long time which I know is shame on me! but every other for of communication it is hard to reach you I just wanted to let you Know I WANT YOU back. I miss your laugh, I miss being able to tell you everything and anything that is going on in my life I miss being able to have some one to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I need to cry yet no shoulder to hold my tears.I miss dancing in the car and trying really hard to sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what i am trying to say is that I miss my best friend and I don't know where they went. and I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108969083219593589?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108969083219593589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108969083219593589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108969083219593589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108969083219593589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know '/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108943650319045054</id><published>2004-07-09T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T22:15:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH the night I had</title><content type='html'>Well, Tonight I went out with Chris's family to celebrate Corinne's Birthday she is now 17 years old she can now buy her own rated R movie ticket congrats on this path way though life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all meet at the Baumgartner residnets, Tina, William, Mr.and Mrs. with Corinne and Chris plus the two wonderful significant others ME and Chris Branch. We are a hoot I must say. WEll we went to the Potao patch and had some great food. Then we went home to have Shreck Ice Cream cake which was chocolate cake with cookies and Cream ice cream on the inside with a very cool shreck toy on top which William wanted but did not get to keep.  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after the birthday festivities were over Chris left to go see a movie with Robert and who knows who else. Well while he did that Mrs. Baumgartner, Corinne , Chris and I played board and card games. It was so much fun I have not had that much fun in a long time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108943650319045054?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108943650319045054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108943650319045054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108943650319045054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108943650319045054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-night-i-had.html' title='OH the night I had'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108934483616262952</id><published>2004-07-08T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T20:47:16.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do that makes no one want to talk to me, or that no one likes me? I love the fact that everyone loves my bestfriends and how I get to hear how great everyone is but not about me. Don't get me wrong it is nice when my 3 best friends call me great and that they love me. Though I must say I have been strugaling with people ignoring me and looking down apon me when everyone else is accepted I just wish those who are close to me and to my friend that they would show a little compasion. I hate being nice and getting treated like crap. I just want to Laugh and hang out with people I know but lately it has felt occward in the fact that I wonder if my best friends are my best friends and if I ahve any friends at all I just want to be happy agian and i will do almost any thing to feel that way again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108934483616262952?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108934483616262952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108934483616262952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108934483616262952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108934483616262952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-is-wrong-with-me-what-did-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108631184276930066</id><published>2004-06-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T18:17:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And life goes on</title><content type='html'>Hello, again to everyone it has been along time since I have blocked. This time I have a really good reason to be so late blogging. I was in the hospital with my knee I apparently had an infection in my knee so Saturday around 6 o'clock my mom and dad drove me to downtown Methodist and I went into the emergency room to see what was wrong with my knee. Well they drained it and if any one has to have anything drained let me tell you it hurts or at leasts feels really really really funny. So, we get there they drain my leg by first numbing it and that hurt cause my knee was swollen and then they stick a needle with a surenge as big as a golf ball and about 6 inches long to drain it wow it hurt so bad. Ok, so they admit me to the hospital and I was given no antibiotics to see what my wonderful knee would do well it swelled up again (OH JOY) well I went in to surgery and came out with two tubes in my knee which kept letting the wonderful fluid drain out. Well, a couple of days later the doctors came in told me my knee was to stiff and that I need to start working it now why I lay in the hospital bed. Then the next day they pulled out the tubes of fluid which had a lot of presure  but not as much as the needle in the emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they said it looked infected but are not sure for my cultures did not grow a thing so I am border line which sucks cause now I could be going through all of this for no reason. I have a permint IV in my arm and I have to take very strong drugs which can make me really sick plus one is by IV and the other is by mouth so they are making me take these things anyway you can. OH, and the best part about this is that it is for the WHOLE moth of June I am doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my new plan, Cause I was in the hospital for so long I had to drop my summer physics class WHICH SUCKS SO MUCH MAJOR MONKEY BUTTS it is not funny cause now I have to re do my whole summer schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, because of my knee and what the doctor said I have to kiss the GOIN' BAND good bye unless I can work a deal with Dr. Anderson we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my summer is shoot my fun class it down the tubes and now all I get to do is sit here on my butt having my knee bend by a machine. My life is so wonderful I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108631184276930066?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108631184276930066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108631184276930066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108631184276930066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108631184276930066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And life goes on'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108570429213067059</id><published>2004-05-27T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T17:31:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108570429213067059?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108570429213067059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108570429213067059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108570429213067059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108570429213067059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108570410314999386</id><published>2004-05-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T17:28:23.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wish to be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108570410314999386?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108570410314999386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108570410314999386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108570410314999386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108570410314999386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-just-wish-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108568082223048385</id><published>2004-05-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:00:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being sick stinks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was a weird day but the worst part came last night when I got sick because i had a 100.5 fever and it didn't go down until about 8 oclock this morning when I woke up in a horrible sweat. But Andrew came over and got his graduation presents Which I miss spelled some things wrong but over all and all I think I did an ok job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108568082223048385?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108568082223048385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108568082223048385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108568082223048385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108568082223048385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/being-sick-stinks.html' title='being sick stinks'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905902.post-108563315562155674</id><published>2004-05-26T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T21:45:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108563315562155674?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108563315562155674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108563315562155674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108563315562155674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108563315562155674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hate-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108562369892491954</id><published>2004-05-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:08:18.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 month</title><content type='html'>Happy one month anniversy to Miree and Matt they are so cute together may they be happy together for along time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108562369892491954?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108562369892491954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108562369892491954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108562369892491954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108562369892491954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-1-month.html' title='Happy 1 month'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108562359372149136</id><published>2004-05-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:06:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Things are differnt now that I am home and some of it is good and some of it is horrible. Oh well this is all i have to say about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you, I like you heck I love you but I don't need you. I have gotten use to you not being here for me. I have gotten use to you not beeing around. but now that we are home you want things to go back to normal. I am sorry dear but things can't go back not until we talk but I will smile for you so that you are happy cuase as long as I smile you don't seem to have a clue. It feels werid being this close to you agian. I feel like I don't know you anymore, we have gone though so much but I don't know if I can go though anymore. You didn't care waht I did when i was at school you said i was in college and it was my life. Though we are home now and you are trying to protect me watching me walk every where I go. You say you are just watching out for me cause you care. Thanks for caring but I need some one who will always be there. Yes, you are when you can and I know you have a life but I delt with things and I needed you and you were no where in site. Honestly I am not mad as much as i am hurt for I try to speak to you and you don't hear me, I say I need to talk to you. Dear you say ok we can talk tommorrow, but you are swept away by your busy life. So my question is this if you read this when are we going to talk?? Cause you think everything is the same and I tell you they aren't they are differnet now and sometimes better when you are not around. For I can make things up and tell my self everything is good and then I see you and doubt and worry come to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood is ever chaning for you use not not mind us hanging out and showing our relationship in public or when we were with friends but seems now that it is affection when you are ready for it. Like when we go out to eat we just sit there nothing special happens and we eat and that's it.  I want that spark in our realionship back friends or more I would like that special something back. Anyway, if you read this you might know who you are lol if you have time you will now know how I feel. I just want to be happy with you and I dont feel taht way anymore. Lets talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yall so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night and life I am signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108562359372149136?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108562359372149136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108562359372149136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108562359372149136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108562359372149136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905902.post-108558416298885189</id><published>2004-05-26T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T08:09:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, was a lot of fun. I went with Miree, Matt, Chris, Corinne, Chris to go meet Erin's roommate. Which the night I must admit was very weird but I still enjoyed myself for I did not depend on anyone I made my self happy. It has been along time since I was able to do that, for I have had Chris for the past two years and I would depend on him to make me happy but that is not his job. Anyway back to last night well because of my knee I can only sit at two spots on the table so it won't get hurt by others at the table. Well, the seating arrangements didn't go as well as planed for one of Erin's friend jumped to the end of the table in one of the few seats I could sit in. Then Miree picks the middle of course as a good hostest dose well with miree in the middle Chris tries and puts me near Miree and he went though all the chairs but I told him I had to sit on an end well after I said I was sitting on the end. Corinne and her Chris sat across from me. While my Chris sat next to me. Ok, so I don't know why but for some reason my voice has become the sound of a mouse for when I try to speak to people or to get their attention I seem to get ignored so I gave up getting Miree, and my Chris's attention so I chilled with Corinne and her Chris which was a lot of fun but since Chris and I have know each other for a while we always seem to dominate a conversation and any time Corinne tried to talk we would kinda push her out or make fun of her. Though, I must admit Corinne and I did get our chance and we did crep out our chrises by making faces when we were talking it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108558416298885189?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108558416298885189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108558416298885189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108558416298885189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108558416298885189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-night-was-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108529496110940746</id><published>2004-05-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:49:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, last night quite a few things happend. Miree came over and helped with Sarah's hair, Matt Robinson got in town which made Miree really happy. It is kinda funny now I am in Miree shoes for my boyfriend is out of state and her's is here and she is hanging out with him. Which she has waited so long for this happiness that I won't interuptit. I guess it is just weird being on the other side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mommy paid the Goin' Band dues and I hope that I am able to march cause I will cry if not but i need miree to bring me over her nameless clarinet. Oh, well maybe tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thought it was two more days until Chris came home but I am not sure anymore for Matt thinks that it is tommorrow. Who knows who is correct I just really want to spend time with him and get a  hug for no huge is better than his to me any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though with out chris things have gone down hill for me I always told him that he was my bubble. for i go to the doctors he is still in town and everything at the doctors goes great and then I go to nan's party then things go down hill I have severe pain in my knee for the past two days and it is so bad that I cried for two hours. And now my whole leg is swollen, and last night i had a feverr a small fever but still a fever. yeah, when i say chris si my safty net and I wonder what happens when he is gone this is what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my head and knee hurts so it is time for medican I will talk later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108529496110940746?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108529496110940746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108529496110940746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108529496110940746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108529496110940746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-last-night-quite-few-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108510929860628668</id><published>2004-05-20T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:14:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, Sarah's choir banquet is tommorrow and since she was uncertin about the dress in her closet she went shopping in the best dress shop in town Miree's closet. Yes, miree has great dresses. I some times wish that my dresses were as good as hers. Oh, well so now we are trying to pick one of the many dresses to see which one would be best for Sarah at choir banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well to tell a funny story as Sarah was going though the dresses I noticed that sarah&lt;br /&gt;s under garments needed to be adjusted for a certin dress. Well of course with miree and I in the room we started talking about panites,  and then sarah made the silly comment of  yes, i am going to wear the same underwear as I did to day. which miree and I were ok wiht but then to finish her comment she says and then when i am done with my shower i am going to put on the same underwear after my shower well that grossed us out. Well then our minds went to boys and how they would actually probly do that and I jokingly open my mouth adn say that matt and chris probly would do that if nessicasry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is all for tonight good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108510929860628668?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108510929860628668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108510929860628668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108510929860628668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108510929860628668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/ok-sarahs-choir-banquet-is-tommorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108510780222277359</id><published>2004-05-20T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:50:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the movie Gypsy. Which is a classic and they brought it to Brodway. Well, I don't know but I think my mommy finaly completley said I could be a youth Minister which I am excited about but now I am not sure what i want to do anymore. For I would love to be a youth Minister and I wouldn't mind being an Enginner Just I am not sure if that is what I want to so for I made a C in that class and if I really was passionate about it I feel like I would pull a better grade. I want to see if there are any major where it is desigining for that is what i worked hardest on and that is what i loved about that class. So, for another summer goal I am going to look at tech majors. We shall see where God leads me.I just hope I am open to his suggesttions and let his will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108510780222277359?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108510780222277359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108510780222277359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108510780222277359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108510780222277359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-just-finished-watching-movie-gypsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108489891310990685</id><published>2004-05-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T09:48:33.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Well I put this link in this blog because if you girls go to this site scroll down and you can make a 3D model of you body type and see how certain swim suits look on you. Which I must say is very close to your body type. Well once you have your self a model you can try on different swim suits to see which will best fit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so when you are put on bed rest what is the best thing to do to keep your mind off the pain and away from complete boredom well that would be watching movies. Thank God for Movie Channels cause I can't get up to put on another movie. Ok, so if any one else has movie channels they know that the movie channels have this thing in which they replay the same movies over and over again. Well, this can get annoying if the movies are bad. Yet, I have this small problem of becoming addicted to movies. Like the last week of school the only thing I watched was the movie American sweethearts with Billy Crystal and Julia Roberts. And now for being on bed rest I can not stop watching the movie Three Musketers I don't know why I can't stop watching it but it is so funny and it is action packed with a little romance. I think since I watched this movie with Miree and Allison I have watched it atleast 5 times, and yes it dose come on that offten.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, Need I say more. Chris and I are great. I guess it is jealousy running wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need out of this house so much I can't sit here anymore I am going to scream and maybe even blow up at the next person who tells me I can't do something. This stinks, I  have to watch what I eat so I don't gain wait while I lay here. I can't get out cause my doctor says take it easy. And I can't sit up strait cause I should put my leg in this silly machine which bends and flexes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I think that that is enough bloging and ranting time for food I haven't eaten all day along.  Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108489891310990685?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108489891310990685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108489891310990685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108489891310990685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108489891310990685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108476621003894798</id><published>2004-05-16T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:56:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COUCH LIFE ENDS</title><content type='html'>Yeppy the couch life is going to end tommorrow when I go to physical theropy tommorrow. It is going to hurt, :( Well what can you do when you you must recover. But I am excitd to get off of the couch I can't wait to see outside agian. Though I just realized how much walking I am going to have to do tommorrow I am going to need major pain pills when I get home. Cause to get to the Doctors it is a long walk my arms are going to get very tired. Well Miree, was suppose to take me to my mommy's work so we can go to the doctors but instead Chris is going to take me so she won't be rushed at work. I am nervus about tommorrow because I don't know how I am going to do with the pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my eyes are heavy and my bum is falling asleep so I belive it is time to go to bed for the big day tommorrow Good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108476621003894798?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108476621003894798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108476621003894798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108476621003894798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108476621003894798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/couch-life-ends.html' title='THE COUCH LIFE ENDS'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108466967311048084</id><published>2004-05-15T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T18:07:53.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WET PANTS</title><content type='html'>Ok, so if you read Miree's blog you might see a story about me and wet pants. Well, here is the story from the victoms side. Ok, so Miree is my babysitter and we finished watching a movie the three musketers if you must know and with my small blater and wonderful timing I had to go to the bathroom. Well, I asked for help and Miree started handing me my cruches well as I was fixing to corect her for the way she was handing them to me Allsion flips out and yells "That's the worng way to hand them to her she is mad at Sarah and dad for doing it that way." So Miree lets go of the curches I lose balance and fall back on the couch wiht my knee which hurts horribly and I begin to cry for this is my first day to go with out pain medication which I am proud of. ok, so as I am crying Miree picks back up the cruches and says " Ann plz stop crying, Ann really plz stop crying cause if you don't you will leak out of both places." and if any of you know me and miree you know that with that statment we both begian to ball and well I guess I had to go to the bathroom more than Miree and I both imagianed for I did. I am 19 years old and still laughed hard enough to pee in my pants. Though many of you might think this to be an embarssiment. Miree and I called our friend and had to tell them what we have been up too. Matt Robinson said that it was gross but i know he thought it was a little funny. My mom was more worried about her couch. well I am not sure about what chris thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are now watching Harry Potter and fixing to eat pizza as I lay here in Dry pants but just writting this story makes me laugh. It is great to be home. I hope chris hurries up with the Ice cream so he dosen't miss all the fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah for friends and sleep overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108466967311048084?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108466967311048084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108466967311048084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108466967311048084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108466967311048084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/wet-pants.html' title='WET PANTS'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108465906686656009</id><published>2004-05-15T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:11:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby sitters</title><content type='html'>Well here I am sitting on my wonderful long white couch all day agian, but I must admit that I have the best baby sitters in the bussinees Miree, Alli, and Chris. Miree, came home after she went to her swim meet and not sure about how well here team did but I know they did well especially for the first meet. I am talking to my friend David and he meet a girl who has red hair. What am I going to do with that boy and red heads. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Edman is back in town and talkinng to Miree agian. He also had his frist swim meet today as well. I think he said he was getting his car inspected today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun thing said is that he ate a spoon full of Ants I don't know why Chris said that but he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight it is party at Ann's house, for the babysitters nad the gimp. My chris is at the Astros game tonite agian but this time it is a boys night's out. But after the game he said that he is bringing us ice already took our orders and everything. I just hope he dosen't forget because if he dose he is going to have three angrey girls around him tonight and I don't know if he will be forgive esaly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait until I am able to get out of this house to get a tan Miree came home today and showed us her flip flop tan and said she is now an official swim coach because of it. I WANT A TAN SO BAD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Miree and I are watching movies time to go back and get lost in a love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to ya tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT HURRy HOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108465906686656009?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108465906686656009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108465906686656009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108465906686656009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108465906686656009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/baby-sitters.html' title='Baby sitters'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108459641636718664</id><published>2004-05-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T21:46:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post surgery blog</title><content type='html'>Well today was my first day out of surgery which I must admit it is very boring. I am not allowed to do anything until I see my doctor Wensday. and everyone was bussy today so I was stuck on this couch doing nothing all day long. yes, those of you who were busy today might want to be in my possion but realy you don't want to be even though it is now better for my wonderful boyfriend lent me his lab top until I can move and get around agian.  well my surgery went well they fixed everything in my knee. and did some other things as well so we will see how physical theropy gose on monday. My mommy made me bannana pudding today for desert. I am really happy about that. Chris went to a base ball game tonight and he is able to go tommorrow so i hope that he has fun. Also, my sister and my mom have soccer gams tommorrow I hope that she dose well at her games and Miree has her first swim meet tommorrow so i hope it gose well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, chris Edman is in town I hope that he will have a good summer I am glad he is talking to me. I want to be his friend really I do but I just wonder how things are going to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so  when you ahve surgery they put you on this machine which helps bend your leg for you the machine is huge and at first it hurts. well now i have to sleep in it because i must be in the maching for 8 to 10 hours a day wow that is along time. Yeppy tomorrow I get to bathe i am excited cause i get to get out of theses clothes and be clean yeah i know it sounds gross but when you ahve surgery your at the mercy of help from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klein's prom is tommorrow and I hope everyone has a blast Andrew is going with Rachel which is great they will ahve a balst. Corrinne is going cause Chris branch is a senior and her dress is absolutly breath takeing I can't wait until I get a picture of her she is so pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to get up early to bathe so it is bed time Good night and goodluck, have fun and Sweet dreams my loves enjoy your day tommorrow and tell me all about it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108459641636718664?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108459641636718664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108459641636718664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108459641636718664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108459641636718664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/post-surgery-blog.html' title='Post surgery blog'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108437920325621938</id><published>2004-05-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T09:26:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of my summer</title><content type='html'>I AM HOME!!! Yeah well as my first act being home what did I do but see Mireee :D then harassed her "boyfriend" Matt which was fun I can't wait for him to get home not as much as Miree and Chris but I would still like him to be home. Well after Chris got in town yesterday Miree and I got all dolled up really nice and we (miree, Chris and I) went out to eat at La Maria's so Chris could finally get really Mexican food! After that we went to the concert said Hi to everyone I was able to see my Handsome Bret. I never realized how much I missed him until I saw him again. Well, I must say it was a great night. And today I hope will be a good day. I just received a call from the hospital to confirm things about my surgery tomorrow I didn't like it very much because it means that it really is going to happen. Why me ?? Well I must get back to cleaning so that I can do something today. Miree and Chris are doing something together tomorrow and the fact that I am not getting details means that they are plotting something or (going to have a date with out me)Oh, well that what I get for having two best friends who have way to much time on there hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to cleaning so I don't get yelled at when my mom gets home well time to clean love ya comment blog later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108437920325621938?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108437920325621938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108437920325621938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108437920325621938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108437920325621938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-day-of-my-summer.html' title='The last day of my summer'/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108420917565011599</id><published>2004-05-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:12:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish my friends would tell me what's going on and what's up. I don't know who reads this but if i ofend any one in the proccess of venting I am sorry. Aparently Miree and Chris are going out tommorrow who know what I will be doing. I have a cell phone agian and aprently I was better off with out one for no one calls me on it they say they will call back yet they never do. So why be able to be reached when no one tries. Well it seems like they don't try anyway. Three more days until surgery I can't wait. I want to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah Miree, could I plz use your clarinet if you have found it yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tuseday night is the spring concert for Klein Band. I hope it will be good for I am going. Good luck with the concert and finals. Summer in ONE DAY I WANT TO TO GET HERE QUICK. Yeah for going home.:) :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now shall talk later if I wonder back into the Library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108420917565011599?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108420917565011599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108420917565011599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108420917565011599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108420917565011599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-wish-my-friends-would-tell-me-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108412570418794662</id><published>2004-05-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T11:06:15.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah two more days in Lubbock and I am out of here YEEPPY. I can't wait to leave to sleep in my bed for more than two nights in a row to actually spend enough time with my friends where they get sick of me. I can't wait. Well this weekend I moved home all of my stuff that is let me tell you it was 14 boxes and other random stuff. But my Grandpa helped me move home while Nick, Chris and I helped moved everything down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since Miree was busy this weekend and I didn't get to see her. I final saw Andrew and his band play at Java Jazz. Which was not bad but I think the spit balls at Denny's what my favorite part cause I was able to see a ton of people who I haven't seen in a long time. Corrine, Chris, Casey, Tony, John and Lisa it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are gone I feel like I am the only one here lol I know I am not but it sure feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT NEWS I HAVE MY CELL PHONE BACK WELL I NOW HAVE A CELL PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now I am Hungary I will talk to yall later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108412570418794662?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108412570418794662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108412570418794662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108412570418794662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108412570418794662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/yeah-two-more-days-in-lubbock-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108368411696286865</id><published>2004-05-04T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T08:25:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no blog. Oh, well heres the scoop I don't know how long I can write for my roomate and her boyfriend are sleeping and they get mad when woken up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANIVERSERY CHRIS!!!!!!!! :) Yep today it is two  years in which Chris and I have been going out wow long time yet dosen't seem that long. This past weekend was amazing I went with chris to his formal and to some after parties it was a blast. This weekend I am moving home I can't wait cause then after my final on the 11th i hop a flight and come home. But I have surgery on the 13th. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108368411696286865?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108368411696286865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108368411696286865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108368411696286865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108368411696286865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108275859057492963</id><published>2004-04-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T15:20:39.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is funny, what you wish for I mean. It is funny! For This past wendsday my backpack was stolen. From the band hall and It was my fault I left it out were some one could take it but everyone else says it is not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it had my cell phone, the beautiful joural which Mrs. Baumgartner gave me for Christmas, and of course my source of life to the out side world my cell phone. The reason why I think this is so funny for after my tears were shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized what I was thinking before my stuff was stole. Was that I need to ask other people for help. That I need to not depend on Chris and my friends so much I need to realize that I can be alone with my self that I need to find myself for in the past two wonderful years I have lost my self and I need to find me.  With out having everyone telling me their comments about my problems I need to take time alone and realize what I can do with out help and what I can do with help. Like English can do it if I remember, but engineering something different I need help from those who are in the class make new friends.  I need to figure out how to say yes and no to people about stuff I want to do and about stuff I don't want to do I need to become more honest with my self and others. For as much as I state telling the truth is the best thing to do I do not do it very well. Like when going places when doing things or planning things I need to make my mind and not feel bad about hurting peoples feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must return to my studies&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108275859057492963?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108275859057492963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108275859057492963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108275859057492963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108275859057492963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-is-funny-what-you-wish-for-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108256200847098141</id><published>2004-04-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:44:14.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed my template it is time for change and new things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108256200847098141?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108256200847098141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108256200847098141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108256200847098141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108256200847098141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-changed-my-template-it-is-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108256183927345094</id><published>2004-04-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:41:25.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year I am trying to figure out what I want to do and who I am and what I want to become. Here are a few question I have decided to ask my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When am I happy ?&lt;br /&gt;2) When am I truly happy?&lt;br /&gt;3) What makes me smile?&lt;br /&gt;4) What makes me get up in the morning??&lt;br /&gt;5)What am I afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;6) What is my love?&lt;br /&gt;7) What is my passion?&lt;br /&gt;8) What do I really want to do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;9) What are my goals for myself?&lt;br /&gt;10) What do I want to get out of life?&lt;br /&gt;11) Where do I want to be in the next 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;12) What do people say is my best feature?&lt;br /&gt;13) What do I like about myself physical and mentally and emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;14)What do I not like about myself and what am I going to do to change it??&lt;br /&gt;15) Who could I never live without?&lt;br /&gt;16) What is my favorite Ice Cream?&lt;br /&gt;17) What is my favorite animal alive and stuffed?&lt;br /&gt;18) How do I vent the best?&lt;br /&gt;19) What is my favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;20) What is my greatest desire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to answer each of these question completely honestly. And I was wondering if ya'll could help me or tell me more about your selves I am asking if you feel up to it answer these questions and E-mail me your answers if you want to share with me @ bbbugb@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks I will tell you about my day later but unfortunately it is time for my next class :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108256183927345094?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108256183927345094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108256183927345094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108256183927345094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108256183927345094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-year-i-am-trying-to-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108249883303632256</id><published>2004-04-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T15:11:18.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days where it was going well and then one thing and it is a small thing and your day just seems to go sour not bad just not great anymore???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108249883303632256?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108249883303632256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108249883303632256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108249883303632256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108249883303632256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/have-you-ever-had-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108248612307833783</id><published>2004-04-20T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T11:39:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok here are some emails which I know everyone has probely gotten but I just wanted to post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you know everything?                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  1. Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.                            &lt;br /&gt;  2. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.                        &lt;br /&gt;  3. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.                        &lt;br /&gt;  4. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.                 &lt;br /&gt;  5. The shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.              &lt;br /&gt;  6. There are more chickens than people in the world.                      &lt;br /&gt;  7. Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey.             &lt;br /&gt;  8. The longest one-syllable word in the English language is "screeched."  &lt;br /&gt;  9. On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament     &lt;br /&gt; building is an American flag.                                              &lt;br /&gt; 10. All of the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are stuck on 4:20.       &lt;br /&gt; 11. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or  &lt;br /&gt;       purple.                                                              &lt;br /&gt; 12. "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".       &lt;br /&gt; 13. All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the &lt;br /&gt; back of the $5 bill.                                                       &lt;br /&gt; 14. Almonds are a member of the peach family.                              &lt;br /&gt; 15. Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.           &lt;br /&gt; 16. Maine is the only state (in USA) whose name is just one syllable.      &lt;br /&gt; 17. There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": &lt;br /&gt; tremendous, horrrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.                        &lt;br /&gt; 18. Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de los &lt;br /&gt; Angeles de Porciuncula".                                                   &lt;br /&gt; 19. A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.                                      &lt;br /&gt; 20. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.                             &lt;br /&gt; 21. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.                        &lt;br /&gt; 22. In most advertisements, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10.        &lt;br /&gt; 23. Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.         &lt;br /&gt; 24. The characters Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street were named after Bert   &lt;br /&gt; the cop and Ernie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's "It's a Wonderful       &lt;br /&gt; Life."                                                                     &lt;br /&gt; 25. A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.                               &lt;br /&gt; 26. A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.                         &lt;br /&gt; 27. A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.                                 &lt;br /&gt; 28. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.                         &lt;br /&gt; 29. The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.                     &lt;br /&gt; 30. In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.          &lt;br /&gt; 31. The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube   &lt;br /&gt; and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.                                  &lt;br /&gt; 32. Mr. Rogers is an ordained minister.                                    &lt;br /&gt; 33. The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.                      &lt;br /&gt; 34. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.                       &lt;br /&gt; 35. "Stewardesses" is the longest word that is typed with only the left    &lt;br /&gt; hand.                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt; NOW you know everything....You could be a TEENAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!           &lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  THE  ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; write-up something for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; wowed 'em,"  he later told&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; his father, Bruce.  "It's a killer. It's the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; It's the best damn&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; thing I ever wrote!"  he said.  Unfortunately,  it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; also was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; a cousin found it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; while cleaning out the departed teenager's locker at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Teary Valley High&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; School.  Brian had been dead only hours, but his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; parents desperately wanted&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; every piece of his life near them - notes from&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; classmates and teachers -&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; his homework.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Only two months before, he had handwritten the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; essay about encountering&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; moment of the teen's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; life.  But it was only after Brian's death that Beth&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; and Bruce Moore&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; realized that their son had described his view of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; heaven.  "It makes such&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; an impact that people want to share it.  You feel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; like you actually are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; there!"  Mr. Moore said.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Memorial Day. He was driving&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; home from a friend's house when his car went off&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Bulen-Pierce Road in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.  Brian&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; emerged from the wreck&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; it among the family&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; portraits in the living room.  "I think God used him&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to make a point.  I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; think we were meant to find it and make something&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; out of it, " Mrs. Moore&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; said of the essay.  She and her husband want to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; share their son's vision of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; life after death. "I am happy for Brian -  I know he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; is in heaven.  I know&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; I will see him again."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Brian's Essay:   The  Room . . .&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; found myself in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; There were no distinguishing features except for the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; one wall covered with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; small index card files. They were like the ones in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; libraries that list&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; But these files, which&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; endless in either direction,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; had very different headings.  As I drew near the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; wall of files, the first&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; have liked."  I opened it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; and began flipping through the cards.  I quickly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; shut it, shocked to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; realize that I recognized the names written on each&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; one.  And then without&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; being told, I knew exactly where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   This lifeless room with its small files was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; crude catalog system for my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; life.  Here were written the actions of my every&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; moment, big and small, in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; a detail my memory could not match.  A sense of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; wonder and curiosity,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; randomly opening files&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; and exploring their content.  Some brought joy and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; sweet memories; others a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; sense of shame and regret so intense that I would&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; look over my shoulder to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; see if anyone was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   A file named "Friends" was next to one marked&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; "Friends I have betrayed."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; weird.  "Books I Have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Read,"  "Lies I Have Told,"  "Comfort I have Given,"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  "Jokes I Have Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; at."  Some were almost hilarious in their exactness:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  "Things I have yelled&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; at my brothers."  Others I couldn't laugh at:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; "Things I Have Done in My&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; My Parents."  I never&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ceased to be surprised by the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Often there were many more cards than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sometimes fewer than I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; hoped.  I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; life I had lived.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  Could it be possible that I had the time in my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; years to fill each of these&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; thousands or even millions of cards?  But each card&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; confirmed this truth.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  Each was written in my own handwriting.  Each&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; watched", I realized&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; the files grew to contain their contents.  The cards&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; were packed tightly,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; end of the file I shut&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; more by the vast amount&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; of time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; felt a chill run&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; through my body.  I pulled the file out only an&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; inch, not willing to test&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; its size and drew out a card.  I shuddered at its&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; detailed content.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   I felt sick to think that such a moment had been&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; recorded.  An almost&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; animal rage broke on me.  One thought dominated my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; mind: No one must ever&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; see these cards!  No one must ever see this room!  I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; have to destroy them!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  In insane frenzy I yanked the file out.  Its size&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; didn't matter now.  I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; had to empty it and burn the cards!  But as I took&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; it at one end and began&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; single card!   I became&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; strong as steel when I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; tried to tear it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to its slot. Leaning&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; my forehead against the wall, I let out a long,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; self-pitying sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   And then I saw it. . .  The title was: "People I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Have Shared the Gospel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; With."  The handle was brighter than those around&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; it, newer, almost unused.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  I pulled on its handle and a small box not more&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; than three inches long&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; fell into my hands.  I could count the cards it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; contained on the fingers of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; one hand!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   And then the tears came.  I began to weep.  Sobs&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; so deep that they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; They started in my stomach and shook through me.  I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; fell on my knees and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; cried.  I cried out of grief, from the overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; shame of it all. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  No one must ever,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ever know of this room.  I must lock it up and hide&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; the key.  But then, as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   No, please not Him!   Not here!   Oh, anyone but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Jesus!   I watched&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; helplessly as He began to open the file drawers and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to read the cards.  I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; could not bear to watch His response.  And in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; moments when I could&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; deeper than my own.  He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.  Why&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; did He have to read every&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; the room.  He looked at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; me with pity in His eyes.  But this was a pity that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; didn't anger me.  I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; began to cry again.  He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; walked over and put His arm around me. He could have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; said so many things .&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; . .  But He didn't say a word.  He just cried with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   Then He got up and walked back to the wall of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; files. Starting at one end&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; of the room, He took out a file and, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; began to sign His name&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; over mine on each card.  "No!"  I shouted rushing to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Him.  All I could find&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to say was "No, No!" as I pulled the card from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; His name should not be&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; on these cards . .  But there it was, written in red&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; so rich, so dark, so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.  It was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; written with His blood.  He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; gently took the card back.  He smiled a sad smile&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; and began to sign the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; cards.  I don't think I will ever understand how He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; did it so quickly, but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; in the next instant it seemed that  I heard Him&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; close the last file and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; walk back to my side.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   He placed His hand on my shoulder and quietly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; said, "It is finished."   I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; no lock on its door.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  There were still cards to be written . .&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   The following verses come to mind: "I can do all&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; things through Christ&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; who strengthens me." -  Phil. 4:13    "For God so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; loved the world that He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; shall not perish but have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; eternal life."  If you feel the same way forward it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; to as many people as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; also.   My "People I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; shared the gospel with" file just got a little&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; bigger . . . . how about&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; yours?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; TO GO AROUND THE WORLD,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  IT IS THIS ONE!   PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERYONE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;  "LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" . . .  AND MAY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; BLESS YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;   You don't have to share this with anybody, no one&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; will know whether you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; did or not, but you will know and so will HE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     THE HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;br /&gt;      send this back but only if you mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow morning," the &lt;br /&gt;      surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus &lt;br /&gt;      there," the boy interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon  looked up, annoyed &lt;br /&gt;      "I'll cut your heart open," he continued,&lt;br /&gt;to see how much  damage &lt;br /&gt;      has been done..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when you open up my heart, you'll find  &lt;br /&gt;      Jesus in there," said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked to the parents, &lt;br /&gt;      who  sat quietly. "When I see how much&lt;br /&gt;damage has been done, I'll &lt;br /&gt;      sew your heart  and chest back up, and I'll plan&lt;br /&gt;what to do &lt;br /&gt;      next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll find  Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He &lt;br /&gt;      lives there.  The&lt;br /&gt;hymns all say He  lives there. You'll find &lt;br /&gt;      Him in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon had had enough.  "I'll tell you &lt;br /&gt;      what I'll find in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find damaged muscle, low  blood &lt;br /&gt;      supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll&lt;br /&gt;find out if I can make you &lt;br /&gt;      well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;br /&gt;    surgeon  left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon sat in his office, recording his &lt;br /&gt;      notes from the  surgery,&lt;br /&gt;"...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary &lt;br /&gt;      vein, widespread muscle  degeneration.&lt;br /&gt;No hope for transplant, no &lt;br /&gt;      hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers  and bed&lt;br /&gt;rest. Prognosis:, &lt;br /&gt;      here he paused, "death within one year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  stopped the &lt;br /&gt;      recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;aloud.  &lt;br /&gt;      "Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this&lt;br /&gt;pain; &lt;br /&gt;      and  You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord &lt;br /&gt;      answered and said,  "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for &lt;br /&gt;      your&lt;br /&gt;flock for long, for he is a part of  My flock, and will &lt;br /&gt;      forever be. Here,&lt;br /&gt;in My flock, he will feel no pain, and  will be &lt;br /&gt;      comforted as you cannot&lt;br /&gt;imagine. His parents will one day join &lt;br /&gt;      him  here, and they will know peace,&lt;br /&gt;and My flock will continue to &lt;br /&gt;      grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You &lt;br /&gt;      created  that&lt;br /&gt;boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in &lt;br /&gt;      months. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to &lt;br /&gt;      My flock, for He  has&lt;br /&gt;Done his duty: I did not put My lamb with &lt;br /&gt;      your flock to lose him, but to&lt;br /&gt;retrieve another lost lamb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;br /&gt;      surgeon wept. The surgeon sat beside  the boy's bed; the boy's &lt;br /&gt;      parents&lt;br /&gt;sat across from him. The boy awoke and  whispered, "Did &lt;br /&gt;      you cut open my&lt;br /&gt;heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What &lt;br /&gt;      did you find?" asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Jesus there," said  the &lt;br /&gt;      surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown - Celebrate Jesus in 2002 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;br /&gt;      you  aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions &lt;br /&gt;      listed&lt;br /&gt;below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be &lt;br /&gt;    ashamed of you before  my&lt;br /&gt;Father.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Ashamed. Pass &lt;br /&gt;      this on only if you mean it. "Yes,  I do Love God.&lt;br /&gt;He is my source &lt;br /&gt;      of existence and Savior. He keeps me  functioning each &lt;br /&gt;      and&lt;br /&gt;everyday. Without Him, I will be nothing. Without him, I  am &lt;br /&gt;      nothing, but&lt;br /&gt;with Him I can do all things through Christ that &lt;br /&gt;      strengthens  me."&lt;br /&gt;(Phil  4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Poem&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A poem for us....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I shave my legs,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I sit down to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And I can justify&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;any shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't go to a barber,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but a beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can get a massage&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;without a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can balance the checkbook,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can pump my own gas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can talk to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;about the size of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My beauty's a masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and yes, it takes long.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;At least I can admit,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to others when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't drive in circles,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;admitting I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I never forget,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;an important date.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You just got to deal with it,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm usually late.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't watch movies,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;with lots of gore.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't need instant replay,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to remember the score.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I won't lose my hair,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't get jock itch.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And just cause I'm assertive,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't call me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't say to your friends,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Oh yeah, I can get her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;In your dreams, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can do better!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Flowers are okay,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But jewelry's best.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Look at me you idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not at my chest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;With Expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I know when you're lying,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You look at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;DON'T call me a GIRL ,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a BABE or a CHICK ..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I am a WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Get it?, you DICK!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MY FAV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE ALL RING A BELL DON'T THEY? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;           You know you grew up in the 1980's and early 1990's if... &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         a.. 1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE". &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         b.. 2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         c.. 3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Belair" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         d.. 4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         e.. 5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         f.. 6. You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         g.. 7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         h.. 8. Two words: M.C. Hammer &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         i.. 9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock". &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         j.. 10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         k.. 11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales". &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         l.. 12. When it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         m.. 13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         n.. 14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         o.. 15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         p.. 16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         q.. 17. You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         r.. 18. You wore Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         s.. 19. L.A. Gear... &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         t.. 20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" at some point in gradeschool. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         u.. 21. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         v.. 22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         w.. 23. You wanted to be a Goonie. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         x.. 24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off... &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         y.. 26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only femalem smurf. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         z.. 27. You took Lunch Pails to school. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         aa.. 28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ab.. 29. You still get the urge to! say "NOT" after every sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ac.. 30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ad.. 31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ae.. 32. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         af.. 33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ag.. 34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ah.. 35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?" 36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ai.. 37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         aj.. 38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ak.. 39. You have ever played with a Skip-It. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         al.. 40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         am.. 41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         an.. 42. You remember Popples. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ao.. 43. "Don't worry, be happy" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ap.. 44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         aq.. 45. You wore socks scrunched down. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ar.. 46. "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         as.. 47. You remember boom boxes vs. cd players. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         at.. 48. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         au.. 49. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         av.. 50. You remember watching Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony Tales" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         aw.. 51. You thought Doogie Howser was hot. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ax.. 52. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ay.. 53. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         az.. 54. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell", the ORIGINAL class. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         ba.. 55. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THRU THE HEART. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         bb.. 56. You just sang those words to yourself.(didn't you) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         bc.. 57.You remember watching Magic vs. Bird. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         bd.. 58.You cut your t-shirts in half and wore it with your homemade Levi shorts..(the shorter the better) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         be.. 59. You remember when mullets were cool! &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         60. You had a mullet! &lt;br /&gt;&gt;         bf.. 61. You still sing "We are the World" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108248612307833783?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108248612307833783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108248612307833783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108248612307833783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108248612307833783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-here-are-some-emails-which-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108232888641508340</id><published>2004-04-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T15:58:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so my blob works on my post area but not were everyone can see them. It is so sad for they ae so cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention everyone who reads this I went home this past weekend for a doctors apointment to figure out what we are going to do about knee problems. well we know that my ACL in my leg is torn and that if i want to stay active I must have surgery and I am suppose to have surgery on May 13th time to be announced. I am going to learn the clarinet over the summer hopefuly well enough to be part of the marching band at Tech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt LiZ thanks for the package. I love the stuff. I just hope I get amirical which allows me to be part of band next semmester and taht I pass all my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess time to go for Chris will hopefuly calling me soo to say he is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108232888641508340?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108232888641508340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108232888641508340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108232888641508340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108232888641508340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-so-my-blob-works-on-my-post-area.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108208555487824773</id><published>2004-04-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:23:13.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has one person changed your life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well many people have touched my life and many people have changed my life but I must say at Texas Tech university is one man who has changed my life I just met him recently and he is Chris's KPsi brother name is Mark. I know I have not spoke about him before but he is one man who has changed my life. For he always has the glow of God round him. He knows the right things to say can make anyone smile and he is one not to fall under peer presser well from what I have seen. He is a man of Faith and God and everyone loves him for it. Thank you Mark for being my light. YEAH P-staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHRISTOPHER Michael Baumgartner. He is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Kpsi and TBS have fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU READ THIS plz pray for me that everything goes well at the doctors and that I may become an active member of the GOIN' Band and that i recipe good news on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to say?? I love all my birthday gifts. ESPECIALLY the flowers and my ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it is bed time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and bless all of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you and RA 31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108208555487824773?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108208555487824773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108208555487824773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108208555487824773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108208555487824773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/has-one-person-changed-your-life-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108171804966372501</id><published>2004-04-11T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:18:02.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so I tied this little creature adopt a blob well we will see if the blob likes me at all. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS EASTER YEPPY HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT is great to be home get to spend time with my best friends in the whole world. Miree, Andrew, Corinne, Tina and William and i will say my Chris B just cause well he is one of my best friends as well no that is not all of my friends but they are the ones I got to see. Then there are other friends such as Chris Branch which is now Corinne's Boyfriend they are so cute. I love Chirs and Corinne my they have a fun and long relationship. Well it is my birth day on Tuesday and we celebrated it early. I got a movie book from my parents I also recived clothes but no offense to my parents my favorite gifts were thoose from my friends MY flowers from MIree which sad to say I can not take them up to school with me. But then there is the most romantic gift was from Chris he gave me a "promise ring" it is a purple heart with two dimonds on the side it is beautiful but it is one size two big. BUT it fits another finger I love that boy so much if had to live with out him, miree or andrew I think I would DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK well everyone must get back to teh party LOVE YOU ALL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108171804966372501?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108171804966372501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108171804966372501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108171804966372501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108171804966372501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-so-i-tied-this-little-creature.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108104650999416556</id><published>2004-04-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T18:45:31.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I still have yet to figure out how to put links on the side of my blog but that will be figured out later. Ok so today is a new month April the month of my Birth and Christ rising from the dead what a great month. Ok so I have figured out what I want for my birthday now that I have a car. I would like a day with chris with just chris. I mean it is not like I don't see him  but I don't spend time with him with out him being on a schedual. Also his schedual is not set so something always comes up. Like were suppose to have dinner on sunday and it will be after chruch and he said that right after that I would have to be droped off so he can do his project.   And I don't think it would bug me if I was able to go to chruch and spend that hour with him then go to dinner. I don't know today he spent the day with David his very cool big bro. But he told me I would get to spend time with him as well and it feels like I am something that waits around that he can pick me up anytime and say hey I need a girl on my arm tonight or hey I have nothing else to do so I choose you. OK and everyone who will read this understand i honestly know that Chris dose not feel or think that way but it is hard to get what you feel out of your head. And I haven't spoken to chris about this yet so this will be posted then published later guys. I just dont' want to talk to him about this for I will get the same argument from him " Ann I am sorry that I am busy I thought you were ok with it." I am sorry that my schedual is never set but it is the way it is and I have to get my stuff done." or the newest on " This always happens around this time of the month so I am sorry but this is the way my life is and I like it." Yes, other stuff must be done. Like school work but hanging out with the guys is not a half too what about a girl who loves you who has been with you for 2 years. I know college life is differnt I mean I know Chris has changed alot and that he has new friends but he sees them every thursday and he is always at Gates. He told me that we could be able to hang out this weekend for he has no big obligations and instead he hangs out with the KKP guys all weekend. With promising me that he will spend time with me later and now all we have left is about 2 hours for dinner which we will be eatting the whole time so no  real fun time unless there is a merical about our dinner date. He says I come first after family but sometimes I feel like I am the thing at the bottom of his list that has big letters around it that say "if I have time I can do this" and relax. Well tonight I am suppose to go over to his big bros house and watch movies and chris wants to stay there the whole night. OK honestly I can't do that I have stuff to do on sunday and it is like I either take the time he hands me or I get nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK on a better note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH CORINNE CHRIS IS SO MUCH FUN AND IS SO SWEEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppy me for RA 31 I am on P-Staff and for those of you who don't know what it is yet ask and i will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I might be able to be in the Goin' Band from Raiderland I really want to for weekends like this stink&lt;br /&gt;NO money so no activeies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this si my life for now and I with the Holy sprits help will and with the Grace of God I will get through it and everything will be the way it needs to be. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108104650999416556?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108104650999416556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108104650999416556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108104650999416556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108104650999416556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-so-i-still-have-yet-to-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108060102615483636</id><published>2004-03-29T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:01:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/main12.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108060102615483636?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108060102615483636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108060102615483636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108060102615483636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108060102615483636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-108060030852019469</id><published>2004-03-29T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T14:48:43.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH FOR CONFERMAION RETREAT!! it helped me so much in getting everything in my life in order and YEAH TO NUMBER 4's we rock the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am praying for all my friends really hard for it seems that they are all going through hard times right now. Ijust hope everything is gets better and that they come to me for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks John Hill and Andy for praying for me I know they don't read this but I just need to tell them thanks and also to JESSICA S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-108060030852019469?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/108060030852019469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=108060030852019469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108060030852019469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/108060030852019469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/yeah-for-confermaion-retreat-it-helped.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107886159883023929</id><published>2004-03-09T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T11:49:45.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK right now I Have one person on the brain. Chris Edman if you can read this call me or else Iknow your dead and then iwon't worry about you any more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107886159883023929?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107886159883023929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107886159883023929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107886159883023929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107886159883023929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-right-now-i-have-one-person-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107878223397399298</id><published>2004-03-08T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:46:59.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To blog or not to blog.... That is the question??? Or is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, umm where to begin with so many Idea's in my itty bitty head.   So to Start off this Monday is not to be hated at all. I love it. Nice weather spending time with friends just hanging out and really not that much home work is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend I fly home to go to William's second Birth day which was alot of fun. I enjoyed seeing everyone which means Chris's family. It was alot of fun, well I got in Friday night and I went to CGS's annual lent fish frys which are amazing it really is not that fancy but it is a blast to hang out with everyone and see everyone agian I was able to see Miree's family. Then I ran into Matt Richard well lets just say it was interesting as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in college how do you know when you have made friends??? When you get off the elevator and they see you and coming running and drag you out to play pool. When you have History homework to do well that is what Bryan, Katie, Kels, and i guess Neil did but he abused me most of the night&lt;br /&gt;Ok os they drag me Kicking and screaming to crickets Not really but i like the touch it adds. So we get there and we are joking around and everyone is telling me what happened this weekend since I missed it going home to WP party. Kels is all banged up from skatting after the Cotton Kings hockey game. And then they told me about D and D and how that went  aparently the world should poke fun of Neil and everyone should fear Kels at least when she has a sword.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we had food then we played pool which was fun until I played Neil he breaks the balls and as such hits me in the head with his cue stick i now have a bump on my head because of him. Then we get in to a chalk fight everyone so everyone has blue on them which is kinda funny. Well then Neil starts hitting the balls off the table so bad that they roll into the other room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so knowing that he can hit them off the table he trys to do a trick and because it gose wrong infront of a group of girls he hits me on the head with the cue ball. NEIL NOT COOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then he switches  tables so now it is Kels and I and I liked playing her I hit some really nice shots.  And we also go people to look at us and do stupid moves it was definntly an interesting night.  Ok but i forgot this one small LOL detail. We walk into the bar and we all sit down in chairs that is all but Kels she insup on the floor. I don't know how but she went to sit down and instead of getting in the chair she grabed the table and hit the floor. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she is safe to ride home with I mean after last night i am kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL NOT really I love you Kels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and every wish Chris luck on his softball game &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107878223397399298?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107878223397399298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107878223397399298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107878223397399298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107878223397399298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107863524524215340</id><published>2004-03-06T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:57:08.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;Would, Could, some one please explain to me why is it the people when you need them the most are never there no matter what you do. Or what you say, and it is no matter how close you are to them or how long it has been since you last saw them. People are funny things and some times I think God made us just so he could laugh a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say they are there for you. They give you all there contact information. They say call no matter what I am doing I will listen to you for I love you. Let me tell you my friends very few people stick by that statement and it is honestly mostly girls who do that for Guys are always caught up in the moment of what they are doing and some times people just do not want to be interupted. Which I understand but I think God everyday for a boy who has been in my life for over two years now Chris for he is wonderful no matter what he is doing he stops everything for me. He keeps me safe and warm. He makes me feel that if anything happens to me that the world stops that if I cut my finger the world will not start agian until I am fixed. The only other person who does this to me who is not related to me is my little Brother Andrew, and wow do we have a past to go threw but the best friends are the ones who know you best because of your past I love that boy. I don't think I would ahve made it through my first semmester with out him Think you so much Andrew and I know I never got to tell you that but I do I think you so much.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MIREE she is my BESTEST FRIEND &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say a LIfe with out love is no life at all but is it honestlyl worth all the pain. I guess once you found your true love but what if you never felt the heart ache and pain of love before? what if you just fell in love and it worked. Is that ok, for people say I am lucky yet I have seen my friends do the same as I have and now they are alone and there hearts hurt. So, I would have to say my greatest fear of all is having my heart broken when everyone says that I have found my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey to get were we can live. but if you do not enjoy life now you will never know who to live life once you are able to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107863524524215340?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107863524524215340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107863524524215340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107863524524215340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107863524524215340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/would-could-some-one-please-explain-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107863160086696505</id><published>2004-03-06T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:56:24.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so this is the GOOD, THE BAD, THE UGLY news report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good news. I am talking to All of my friends. ANd I love Fencing club. the funny part of the Good news is watching Aaron's face turn bright red cause Julie pinched his cheecks. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe BAD news, Not beign able to fly home for spring break. NOt being able to hang out with my three best friends during spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe ugly news I tore my ACL in my knee adn have to have surgury agian yes everyone it is the same leg. And i CAN"T FENCE because of it sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well time to work on history I have a quiz on monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107863160086696505?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107863160086696505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107863160086696505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107863160086696505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107863160086696505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-so-this-is-good-bad-ugly-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107655879265883747</id><published>2004-02-11T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:09:03.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two days until Single Awareness day, and RA staff retreat. Yeah Jeff's small group he is wonderful I hope he dose not mind me being his gopher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my day was really good it was a blast until the gopher meeting I just had. It is was fun I was able to make my aporn and it was just fun but my ride Amy has had a ruff year and I honestly can say I don't know what she is going though but I Want to be her friend but we have nothing in common but church and we honestly don't have that anymore and she is in the sority TBS which makes her smile once her friends from that came in she was all happy again and I just feel so bad I feel like it is something that i did even though I honesly know I really didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now i ma just waitting for Fencing to get here, Ilove Neil and Byran they make me laugh so much and forget my troubles. I know that they are not religous but I think God for them everyday of my life for they keep me going threw the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and to be honest I don't know how I feel about Chris Any more like I still love him but then i go threw these moments of where I could care less to see him. And I wonder if he really cares to see or talk to me. Cause I am not joining TBS I think he is hurt or something or is holding a grug for I introduced him to all of my new friends I have yet to meet one K PSi guy. And he is always around them I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that is kinda mean and I shouldn't make a big deal about it but i feel that the more time we spend next to each other literally like eatting dinner and hanggin out in each others room the farther apart we are growing. But who knows maybe i am Just crazy like he says. Maybe all of this is in my head.  It just feels way to real to say anything different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to start Cal 1 I will talk to you later enjoy your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107655879265883747?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107655879265883747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107655879265883747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107655879265883747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107655879265883747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/two-days-until-single-awareness-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107635856632638867</id><published>2004-02-09T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T12:31:53.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am in between classes right now asdn I thought i would post something for I have not posted something in a while.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really fun. I went  home to staff a retreat Cross roads to be exact. I have never really liked that retreat but this weekend I feel in love with for it just seemed to fit perfectly.  I did my first talk for a retreat at cross roads it was a blast everyone told me it went over well it made me excited.  I loved my small group they were so cute they remined me of my friends and me when we went on Cross roads it was so funny. It was a blast from the past.  LOL. Then I came back to Lubbock and I hung out with my Fencing Friends which was really cool we went to play pool but now my body smells like Ciggeertte smoke  NOT COOL. Then we went to eat it was funny. I am glad I was able to go. I don't Know what I would do if I did not have my CGS community. Oh, I almost forgot (not really) THANK YOU JESSICA for helping me prepare for my talk it ment a lot to me and if you go to OSU Next year you better come see me or I see you. OK !!! Thank you Patrick for being a friend you didnt' have to say you were sorry it was nothing. Micheal H. you are the coolest guy I know. Thank you for helping me this weekend. I still don't think I am pretty but you sure do make me laugh. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIREEEEEEEEEEEE, Your package is on the way to your place You can not open the box until Satuday for your presents aren't excatily wraped. oh you might need assistance with the box up to your room. I am so sorry you don't have AIM any mroe how are wegoing to talk we are both bussy after 9 and we dont' have many minutes to waste. Try getting YAHOO it is free and there is no file sharing on it what so ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Family and Aunt LIZ for my V-day stuff it is so cool. I love the shirt, the candy and Do i really have to share it with Chris???? Aunt Liz i love my stuff it is so cool. I love the pictures and the dog. the Deck of Cards is so cool.  The M &amp;M are cool I love the green M&amp;M tin that came with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll here is a question form the cards . These cards are a deck that instead of having numbers and royalty they have questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Question of the day is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What si your Favorite Sport and Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please E mail me the answer to BBBUGB@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yall write later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107635856632638867?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107635856632638867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107635856632638867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107635856632638867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107635856632638867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-i-am-in-between-classes-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107491004177630690</id><published>2004-01-23T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T18:09:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is great! I started Fencing club. I am excited for I felt excepted for me for once in my life like turly accepted. It was amazing. Then Bad luck kicks in and it sucks butt. Have you ever had something inside of you eatting you up and you want to tell peopl but if you do everyone gets hurts. Well I just screwed myslef over in that incodence. I am not the smartest. But I think Tina for my safty net, The bibble we made a deal to try to read the bibble in 2 months and I love it cause once I read it I feel like i am absorbed in God's great love. I also might be starting band but we will see. Have a blessed Day. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107491004177630690?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107491004177630690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107491004177630690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107491004177630690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107491004177630690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2004/01/life-is-great-i-started-fencing-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-107111805765474533</id><published>2003-12-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:47:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought this was funny and true and I am proud to be A RED RAIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUNS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth About Texas Schools &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town where you stand out if you don't have a purple Mohawk, facial piercing chained to nipple piercing, a homosexual lover, or hang out at the Magnolia Cafe. More people go to my school than live in Australia. I honestly believe that Ricky Williams is a god. I am open-minded and spiritually in tune - except towards people who are closed minded and spiritually out of tune. Liberal women with armpit hair are cool. You can see my dorm from Chicago for it is as tall as Florida would be if it stood up. I protest everything - except protests. I am a gold card carrying member of Amnesty International. I am openly bi-curious. I am a Longhorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS A&amp;M UNIVERSITY&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town the size of a piece of bacteria on a fly's ass. I spend Friday nights practicing my yells. I can whoop better than anyone can in my battalion. I beat up faggots for fun. If I'm not yelling, drinking with my battalion, or beating up faggots for fun, I am at the Dixie Chicken. My father went to school here, just as his father did before him, and his father before him. My brother went to TU. They never found his body after he came home that first Christmas in college. I won't walk on the grass. I look forward to the day I, too, will do the elephant walk. I believe it is cool to do something because they tell me it is tradition. If something is not a tradition and we accidentally do it, we then make it one. I can call UT, TU if I want. I am an Aggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYLOR UNIVERSITY&lt;br /&gt;I live by homeless vagrants, whom I turn my nose up to. I look just like everyone else at my school. The NoZe Brothers are the coolest thing since khakis and sandals. I have a leather Abercrombie and Fitch Bible cover. I have an Abercrombie and Fitch everything. I can co-ordinate outfits and ensembles better than anyone in my upscale apartment complex. I have radar that lets me know where the closest ATM is. If I can't find one it's okay. I have ten credit cards all of which are billed to my parents. My town is so conservative that anyone who kisses on the mouth before three years of marriage is drug through the center of town, stoned, and hung to death. I like me. I should be an underwear model. I am a Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS TECH UNIVERSITY&lt;br /&gt;I live on a piece of dirt so flat that we call the four degree incline at the intersection of 19th and Brownfield "the Big Hill". I get dirt in my eyes, hair, and teeth when I walk to class. I can out drink anyone from any other school because that is what we do best. If I'm not drunk by 4:30pm I'm high. I can't buy beer within 50 miles of where I live - so I trek to the strip, which my friends and I all consider a true paradise on Earth. I don't go to many football games. I don't go to any organizational meetings. I don't really go to anything. Not even class. I like the fact that Will Rogers' horse's ass points to College Station. I fry cow balls. I know where Buddy Holly used to live. I am desperately trying to find a rival within our conference to make fun of. Our football players get caught by the NCAA. If I'm not drunk by 4:30pm, I'm high. But I'm usually drunk by 4:30pm. Or I'm high. I am a Red Raider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH TEXAS &lt;br /&gt;Who Cares?.......Where is that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXAS CHRISTIAN UNIVERSITY (TCU)&lt;br /&gt;I am in a frat or sorority of course. I drive a Lexus or Mercedes, and if I pass all my classes then Daddy said he would buy me that little condo on Hulen next semester. I wear my diamonds and heels for football games and get dressed for bed and THEN go to the basketball games. Anyone and everyone goes to the Pub or Schooners, or to Longhorns and dance with old Mexican cowboys. We are having a J.Crew built in the book store next year and our send home credit cards apply at ALL times and locations. Where the girl's hair is as fake as their tans. The freshman 15 means nothing more to me than a new wardrobe. Where the girl to guy ratio is four to one and the only one getting any action is the rapist. Where the girls are girls, and so are the guys. I'm a Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTHERN METHODIST UNIVERSITY (SMU)&lt;br /&gt;See the listing for Texas Christian University above...change 'Hulen' to 'Mockingbird'. I'm a Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFA STATE UNIVERSITY&lt;br /&gt;I am drunk or having sex right now. I went to class once. That about sums it up. I am a Lumberjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UNIVERSITY OF HOUSTON&lt;br /&gt;I work all day or all night. I attend school part-time. I'm trying to get a degree, any degree, to help get a decent job. I live with my parents, and spend as little time on campus as possible. Football games?? You mean we have a football team??? When I say my school is in an urban setting, I'm serious. In the shadows of the fourth largest city in the U.S., right in one of the most crime ridden Wards of the Bayou City. I hate Texas, A&amp;M, and any other big school because they get a real degree. I wish I hadn't flunked out when I was attending a real school. I'm a Cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTHWEST TEXAS STATE UNIVERSITY (SWT)&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get into a real school, but couldn't. I spend most weekends tubing down the river in New Braunsfels drunk and/or high and naked, or getting drunk and acting like an idiot in Lukenbach. I'm a Bobcat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM HOUSTON STATE UNIVERSITY (SHSU)&lt;br /&gt;I am a big-time band nerd. My favorite hobby is playing with my instrument. There are no attractive people at my school because we're all band geeks. At night, my flute is my best friend. I'm studying music so that I can become a licensed band geek leader and warp the minds of future generations. Who the hell spells cat with a 'k'? We do. I'm a Bearkat. What the hell is a Bearkat, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARLETON STATE UNIVERSITY&lt;br /&gt;I am a roper ("kicker"). My life revolves around bovines and sheep, and I like studying "animal husbandry", if you know what I mean. I either wear Wranglers that cut the circulation off to my unit, or Rockies that give me a major camel toe. I have a belt buckle the size of a dinner plate. My favorite beer is Coors Lite. I have a gun rack in the back of my pickup, and all my friends call me 'Bubba' or 'JimBob'. We're part of the A&amp;M family...barely. I am a Texan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAST TEXAS STATE&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? Does anybody go there? Isn't that like a community college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTIN COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;Man, am I the quintessential geek. I like playing Dungeons and Dragons, reading fantasy novels, and Magic: The Gathering. I played in the high school orchestra. I live in one of the biggest cesspools in Texas. My favorite activities are watching my Chia Pet, playing N64, talking with my friends about dead languages, sleeping with people like me, and pretending that my school is the best in Texas. I am a Kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schreiner College&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town that most people mistake for the place they make Shiner Bock Beer at. We have about a thousand students and two thousand faculty members, most of them on drugs. We do enjoy drinking, dreaming about drinking, and contemplating who will buy the beer for us and where we will drink it. We don't have a football team but when our other teams aren't drunk or high we win a lot of games. Yet unlike A&amp;M we have no stupid ass traditions, unless you count going to the Pub on Thursday. We attend some classes but most of the time we're committing some kind of felony, such as stealing signs or vandalism. Shiner Bock I mean Schreiner rocks. I am a Mountaineer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-107111805765474533?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/107111805765474533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=107111805765474533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107111805765474533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/107111805765474533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-thought-this-was-funny-and-true-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106911592827456839</id><published>2003-11-17T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T16:38:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are a funny thing! For all we do is judge and put people in to categories or worse not knowledge their exsitance. OK so these seems depressing but I was doing research on the poor and Homeless in the United States for a speech I give in about a week! I can't wait as long as I get my visual aid ready by tomorrow. Here is my question of the night why are people fickled and undependable then ask you why your upset and don't trust them. I mean if I had a reason to be happy which I do but I don't at the same time. As much as I like Tech I wonder when I am going to get friends who want to hang out with me. I was stuck in my dorm room all weekend for I had no car and all but two places where closed down. Which I think is funny for we lost the game LOL!!! Ok so people tell me to be optimistic and I try then they say I might oh I want to  but I can't I am hanging out with these people or like for today. Every Monday Chris and I go work out but today I call him to see if he wants to and he is like I was just going to run over there and then run back to go to the library and study so I told him hey can I come he was like how fast can you make it over in if you can in two seconds or less sure I will wait then he startes talking to me on the phone as if he is in no rush what so ever. I asked him if he was going to go work out then he was offended and so I come to the library and HE IS NOT HERE what a joke. Not saying it is his fault but why am I so mad if he didn't do anything wrong when I feel like he did. Now I have to walk back in the dark and I hate that with a passion here there are guys in trench coats who just walk around with no purpose what so ever. Well I am going to do some work now I will write later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106911592827456839?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106911592827456839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106911592827456839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106911592827456839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106911592827456839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/people-are-funny-thing-for-all-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106904394053354632</id><published>2003-11-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:39:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my last bolg statement was a while ago so I am going to fill you in I have just changed my major to undecided just for the moment because i just don't think enginnering and i are good for each other. So I am looking in to Bussinees and Human Resources if any one has any knowledge or if  they know any one i would be able to talk to pleas e mail me bbbugb@yahoo.com Chris and I are great I can't wait to go home for ThanksGiving I want to see my family and actually go to chruch at CGS. OK The show a queer eye for a striat guy is the funniest thing in the world. ok will it is late good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106904394053354632?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106904394053354632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106904394053354632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106904394053354632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106904394053354632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-my-last-bolg-statement-was-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106766547576709483</id><published>2003-10-31T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:44:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE PEOPLE RIGHT NOW MOSTLY BOYS!!!!!!!!!!! They make my life heck!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106766547576709483?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106766547576709483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106766547576709483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106766547576709483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106766547576709483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-hate-people-right-now-mostly-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106688091628352253</id><published>2003-10-22T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:48:36.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Well Wensday, what do you say about the hump day????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, Hump days are the worst. Nothing bad happend but it is a rough day for everything is chatching up with me. For i only have one more day in this week because I am going to radier awaking. Which the more I think about the worrieder I become for at the last retreat I feel better but I really didn't make anyfriends which makes me a little worried. I don't know whatit means if your in a place and you love the place but no one is really friendly to you what do you do?? If you have advice please email me bbbugb@yahoo.com  Also I am worried if I am majoring in something that I was not ment to persue?? For my math is dificult and i ask other for advice and they ( Mrs Buamgartner and my mother) said that i should major in bussiness Administration and Human resorces. this worries me for everyone tells me that I wil be good at but what would i do with my life??? I mean i just don't know. Well i am going to study for a test which i am trying so hard to avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106688091628352253?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106688091628352253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106688091628352253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106688091628352253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106688091628352253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-well-wensday-what-do-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106679167403773085</id><published>2003-10-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:01:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peps well today is tuesday. Alot of things have happend to day whcih are good but with every good  there is bad. well my good for today is that I understand Pre cal and i went to tutoring today and found out that my teacher is know to be harder on test than he is on. Also I begain my jazz class today I AM SO EXCITED I can't wait for next week. Now for my bad, I just lost one of my goodfriends Chris Edman he is mad at me because I wrote something jokingly to someone else and it was in the wrong box. But now he won't talk to me so i have lost him. And now I have Lost Miree with that becasue she dosen't want to hear about it and so I feel like I have no friends. I am wondering if i should come home for homecoming. Because I won't ahve anyone to hang out with, my Chris will be with his friends, Miree will be with her friends and I will be there hopefully seeing some poeple if not i will just go to wal mart and spend money or go work at chruch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is my week i hope my friends get better. I hope this week gose well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106679167403773085?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106679167403773085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106679167403773085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106679167403773085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106679167403773085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/hello-peps-well-today-is-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106661815584024589</id><published>2003-10-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T19:49:15.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow what to say for this past week. My week started horrible for I had two exams which I did horrible on.  But my week keepted getting better for I did really well on my speech. YEAH, then just every day it just kept getting better. I also have signed up for a Jazz class I am waiting for Tuseday to get here so I can dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then chris and I spent the first part of the weekend together to me not truly quality time but it was time.I guess that's why I get upset easyly with him because he just wants to spend time together while i would like to spend quailty time together. I just wanted to laugh and share things but anytime I tried he wanted me to stop. I mean I know this is my opion and I Have also reilzed that since I have been at Texas tech I have become whinning and I don't like that. I guess I have done this because he seems to be the only one who pays attention to me. I want other friends I would like to have people ask me to hang out yet thoose who are close to me will not let me go out with them. Such my roomate, and Jennifer which yes i get along with but they do not let me go out with them. I feel like the puppy or the person that they are ashamed of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has started bad or at least for me because I didn't get to spend time with chris . Anther thing happend was I was washing my clothes and this girl took my clothes out wet of my dryer and she put her clothes in. GRRRRRRRR if i see here i think i will hit her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not really but wow i am so mad right now i am shocked i am typing strait. Well i will go now and talk to you later bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106661815584024589?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106661815584024589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106661815584024589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106661815584024589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106661815584024589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/wow-what-to-say-for-this-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106607588414747916</id><published>2003-10-13T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:11:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I well I went home this weekend for a day. No not to long but just long enough to feel like I am ment to be somewhere as if I belong which is really nice to feel. Now don't get me wrong I love tech but I don't' feel like I belong I mean I have yet to find my group of friend and I think that is why right now I am being a little emotional around the people I do know I mean like Chris and them just because they have or are starting to find their friends and I still have yet to truly find any. &lt;br /&gt;So about this weekend, I went home just for the day and I called about every person in my phone list. Even Jessica Johnson, and Matt I mean the people I would call last I called first No offence to Matt or Jessica just for those of you who know my relaionship with those too you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home and I am picked up from the airport by my mother which was fun. We went shopping which was very cool because she bought me stuff I needed for school and I didn't have to pay for it. ( big smile) We also had my mothers Cheese enchiladas which are amazing. Ok I saw, Mike Troviso, Andrew Chapman, Jessica Johnson, Billie Jo her boyfriend Jason and I hung out the rest of the time with Chris and Miree. And lets just say everyone is great and Miree and Chris are back to there old selves I don't' know what that exacly means but I know they are back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106607588414747916?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106607588414747916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106607588414747916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106607588414747916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106607588414747916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-i-well-i-went-home-this-weekend-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106601336773530747</id><published>2003-10-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T19:49:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I well I went home this weekend for a day. No not to long but just long enough to feel like I am ment to be somewhere as if I belong which is really nice to feel. Now don't get me wrong I love tech but I don't' feel like I belong I mean I have yet to find my group of friend and I think that is why right now I am being a little emotional around the people I do know I mean like Chris and them just because they have or are starting to find their friends and I still have yet to truly find any. &lt;br /&gt;So about this weekend, I went home just for the day and I called about every person in my phone list. Even Jessica Johnson, and Matt I mean the people I would call last  I called first No offence to Matt or Jessica just for those of you who know my relaionship with those too you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home and I am picked up from the airport by my mother which was fun. We went shopping which was very cool because she bought me stuff I needed for school and I didn't have to pay for it. ( big smile)  We also had my mothers Cheese enchiladas which are amazing. Ok I saw, Mike Troviso, Andrew Chapman, Jessica Johnson, Billie Jo her boyfriend Jason and I hung out the rest of the time with Chris and Miree. And lets just say everyone is great and Miree and Chris are back to there old selves I don't' know what that exacly means but I know they are back to normal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally get to go to bed after miree and Chris leave oh yes I also was able to see the Knights of Colubus and TINA, William and Brad. I have pics of William he is so big. Well so I go to bed around 4 which was like the night before last and again I was woken up with only 3 to 4 hours of sleep so I sleepted the whole plane ride which was nice. And when I got back Chris was right there waiting for me ( BIG SMILE) well he gave me a bug hug. All I have to say about that is that THAT IS THE CHRIS I FELL IN LOVE WITH and I am glad he is back but we shall see how long he last. &lt;br /&gt;Well I have a speech, a math test and a speech test due in the next 48 hours so I need to get to bed so I can work hard on them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106601336773530747?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106601336773530747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106601336773530747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106601336773530747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106601336773530747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-i-well-i-went-home-this-weekend-for_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106582299730507739</id><published>2003-10-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T14:56:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Well today, I went to math, I have test on tuesday PRAY FOR ME !!!!!!!! Well  iam getting the hang of it or maybe that is because i already know what were doing. Well i went to lunch today and i ment this guy whose name is Stephen he just sat down and started talking to me about his phone converstaion. He is a pre med major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have figured out that i can not depend on people. You would think i am use to this feeling well i was but i guess it hurts and pisses me off becasue of the fact that it was chris who made me feel this way i mean he did it two nights in a row and it seems like he is sorry for it jsut because i am mad at him and he told em that we would do stuff i am jsut so mad right now that i can't spell right or think about what i am going to say well iam going to shoot hoops so idon't kill someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106582299730507739?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106582299730507739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106582299730507739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106582299730507739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106582299730507739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-today-i-went-to-math-i-have-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106573591356462514</id><published>2003-10-09T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T14:47:55.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was my longest day of the week. I kinda fell asleep in astronomy because she was boring me to death and I really didn't get that much sleep in the past couple of nights. NO it is not my fault I did my homework but my neighbors are so loud and they just don't shut up. And now i have a chapter of Mth that is due tommorrow. We see how much i truly want to do that, I mean i am writting in my blog! I mean you wuld think this school would give this girl a break!!!! So after all of my classes pray for me for i have two test and a speech I must do well on next week. Math, and the other test and Speech are in my speech class NOT VERY cool but hey it's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok reandome thought of the day why is it that when people invite you somewhere they automaticly think that you feel like you belong. I mean my example for the day is, every once in a while I go out with Chris and AJ to play basket ball. Well when doing that we play the game horse. I dont' mind this i mena i loose everytime. But the fact of the amtter is they seem like they don't want me there. thoose boys enjoy their selfs more with out me than with me. I got out  30mins after they did and they didn't want to wait on me. I bet that they would not even care if I didn't show up . OK OK I know that i took that statement a bit far I just I really don't know i mean i am ok but then i get depressed all of the sudden when I am with the in the gym. Maybe cause they beet me at everything that we do which SUCKS. Ok any way i am really sleepy but i have to get ot work on my math. I shall write tommorrow. Pray i get my homewrok done well so i have a good grade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106573591356462514?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106573591356462514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106573591356462514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106573591356462514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106573591356462514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-today-was-my-longest-day-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106573638230712409</id><published>2003-10-09T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T14:53:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was my longest day of the week. I kinda fell asleep in astronomy because she was boring me to death and I really didn't get that much sleep in the past couple of nights. NO it is not my fault I did my homework but my neighbors are so loud and they just don't shut up. And now I have a chapter of math that is due tomorrow. We see how much I truly want to do that, I mean I am writing in my blog! I mean you would think this school would give this girl a break!!!! So after all of my classes pray for me for I have two test and a speech I must do well on next week. Math, and the other test and Speech are in my speech class NOT VERY cool but hey it's my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok random thought of the day why is it that when people invite you somewhere they automatically think that you feel like you belong. I mean my example for the day is, every once in a while I go out with Chris and AJ to play basket ball. Well when doing that we play the game horse. I don't' mind this I mean I loose everytime. But the fact of the matter  is they seem like they don't want me there. Those boys enjoy their selves more with out me than with me. I got out 30mins after they did and they didn't want to wait on me. I bet that they would not even care if I didn't show up . OK OK I know that I took that statement a bit far I just I really don't know I mean I am ok but then I get depressed all of the sudden when I am with the in the gym. Maybe cause they beet me at everything that we do which SUCKS. Ok any way I am really sleepy but I have to get to work on my math. I shall write tomorrow. Pray I get my homework done well so I have a good grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106573638230712409?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106573638230712409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106573638230712409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106573638230712409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106573638230712409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-today-was-my-longest-day-of-week_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106566562645580337</id><published>2003-10-08T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T19:13:46.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today was a new day in the world of Ann. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and went to eat Breakfast with Chris. During our meal a fire alram gose off so we must evacuate the building. THAT STUNK!!! SO I go to Pre-Cal and as soon as I got there I began to drift off to sleep for my hall was very loud last night i don't know why plus when Nacy came in she kinda left the door open and so I could here everything that went on. That was not fun I don't recemend that for any one who would like sleep. Oh yes and right now I should be working on my Speech which i give on Tuse day but I hate Library assinments so I am writting im my blog. WELL I HAVE TO STOP MY "COLLEGE MOMMY " Chris WALKED IN so I have to go. work on a paper and the library assinment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106566562645580337?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106566562645580337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106566562645580337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106566562645580337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106566562645580337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-today-was-new-day-in-world-of-ann.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106555007999294560</id><published>2003-10-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T11:09:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well life has been interesting! This weekend was a blast but with a lot of downs. Well I am going say the ups are the best part for insentience I was able to talk to Andrew (baby brother) and caught up on news with each other like the fact that the Klein High School Band is doing ok. The Drum line or (KDL) goes to contest on Nov. 8th wish them luck they don't need it but hey everyone needs luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday was the football game of aTm and TTU well we won just cause we are better. Then after the game was over Chris was hungry so he called me and we went out to get food. We is NICK, AJ. Travis, Chris and I. We drove around town looking for something that completely packed full of people so after we drove around town we selected in at Arby's which I must say for my first time there it was not bad at all.  We finished dinner around 3 a.m.  I was dropped off at my dorm and went to bed around 6 a.m. This was not planned I just couldn't go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106555007999294560?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106555007999294560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106555007999294560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106555007999294560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106555007999294560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-life-has-been-interesting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106548430081857878</id><published>2003-10-06T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:51:40.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this weekend The RED RADIERS played aginest ATM and well lets just say the game wasn't pretty FOR THE AGGIES&lt;br /&gt;WE WON 59 to 28.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106548430081857878?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106548430081857878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106548430081857878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106548430081857878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106548430081857878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-this-weekend-red-radiers-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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-5905902.post-106546348065294119</id><published>2003-10-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T11:04:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today is the day i finally decided to get my own blog all of my blog friends should be happy with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905902-106546348065294119?l=sunshinesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/106546348065294119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5905902&amp;postID=106546348065294119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106546348065294119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905902/posts/default/106546348065294119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshinesblog.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-today-is-day-i-finally-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876639381576584453</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>
