<?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-6511577831375404280</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:13:51.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SxUqN1hnvTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WvwuNC5SFrs/s320/untitlednyc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one I know so well.&lt;br /&gt;The one who know's me better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk down the aisles in walmart with you&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch tv with you&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want to race you down the aisles in groceree stores on electric scooter's&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want to plant things in a Garden with you&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to pray with me before I would go in for surgery&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want to cuddle up with you on a recliner&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to bingo meets with you&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold me tight when i'm not feeling well&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to softly whisper "I love you" while we're dancing&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you dinner when I can't&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want us to hold hands just because we can&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want you tell me i'm beautiful when I look like a mess&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to kiss my forehead when my doctor tells me how long I have to live&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want you to tell me you'll love me forever&lt;br /&gt;(as we grow old)&lt;br /&gt;I want us to die together so we can see eachother in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;If I could grow old with anyone, it would be with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Miss Independant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ohh, she fell in love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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you'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SxUqN1hnvTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WvwuNC5SFrs/s72-c/untitlednyc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-4729784403161803740</id><published>2009-11-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:59:53.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/Su8Cn-jGvuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mQVhzSqZAFg/s1600-h/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399537364068908770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/Su8Cn-jGvuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mQVhzSqZAFg/s320/run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Runaway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to runaway from it all- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how? with whom? where to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being critizied for each thing I do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He whispers "I love you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel as if no one does. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says "I'm here." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it seems like no one is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He asks "What's wrong?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I could have the biggest smile on my face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He knows me better than anyone.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He smiles "You're Beautiful." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm having a bad hair day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He states "I'm praying for you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm having a bad week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wishes "I wish I could be there." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i'm crying to him on the phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He grins "You're my best friend." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel as if I have no one to talk to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He laughs "May I have this dance?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's pouring down raining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He's sad "You're perfect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I state a flaw of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He's confident "You're so smart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I give him advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He frowns "I miss you." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I mention the distance between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's sincere "Those other girls don't even come close to you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel worthless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;78.20 miles is too far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's runaway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Betcha never thought you'd see a post like that on here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Miss Independant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-4729784403161803740?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4729784403161803740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=4729784403161803740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/4729784403161803740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/4729784403161803740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-runaway.html' title='Let&apos;s Runaway'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/Su8Cn-jGvuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mQVhzSqZAFg/s72-c/run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-2377305449534668319</id><published>2009-10-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:50:02.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SuhLX-TRavI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DVl0PGyKS64/s1600-h/DSC040632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397647028636445426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SuhLX-TRavI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DVl0PGyKS64/s320/DSC040632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past summer went &lt;em&gt;amazing. &lt;/em&gt;I met some new people- and deepended friendships with others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now in the midst of fall and soon the holiday's will be starting. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My page needs a new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Miss Independent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-2377305449534668319?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2377305449534668319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=2377305449534668319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2377305449534668319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2377305449534668319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-time-we-woke-up-to-find-that.html' title='♫ And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone ♪'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SuhLX-TRavI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DVl0PGyKS64/s72-c/DSC040632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-5586468849288957028</id><published>2009-05-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:13:08.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>Alright, I've realized that I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need an update!&lt;br /&gt;It's been what?...7 months.&lt;br /&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;Soooo---I don't know where to start really.&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog post,&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten my wisdom teeth out, played on a winning basketball team, got my driver's permit, and decided to do CYIA again this summer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that God is allowing me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-5586468849288957028?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5586468849288957028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=5586468849288957028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/5586468849288957028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/5586468849288957028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2009/05/new.html' title='new'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</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-6511577831375404280.post-7503091102793328244</id><published>2008-09-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:15:08.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMArCbGnvOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5X4dB1PfKVY/s1600-h/2272211855_82489da630_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242237286894517474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMArCbGnvOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5X4dB1PfKVY/s320/2272211855_82489da630_o.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_hero_is_an_ordinary_individual_who_finds_the/202446.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;                                "A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;                                                      My hero is Nicholas Jerry Jonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242239918328277714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMAtbl9UatI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fLjoyyX_x1A/s320/28tvrco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                He has type 1 diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;                     He is helping many people, he's helping them hear about a better hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242242203647773890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="57" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMAvgnb8jMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/C4hDPptulOc/s320/104.gif" width="345" border="0" /&gt;                                     He doesn't make it direct, but i know what he means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"So i'll wait til kingdom comes, all the highs and lows are gone, a little bit longer and i'll be fine."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is my hero in more ways than one;;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242241867828756386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMAvNEac_6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/CWelD4-aOZ8/s320/nickquote.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the jonas brothers lyrics as well; all three of those jersey boys are amazing&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242243132299619666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMAwWq7zLVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/d6VY4FgKBEY/s320/29fc8jm.png" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242243820114844770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMAw-tPunGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QuS-KD7bN2w/s320/oneinamillion.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Peace&amp;amp;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-7503091102793328244?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/7503091102793328244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=7503091102793328244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/7503091102793328244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/7503091102793328244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/09/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SMArCbGnvOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5X4dB1PfKVY/s72-c/2272211855_82489da630_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-9003930747115702160</id><published>2008-08-27T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:44:35.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training/Summer/School/Jonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SLVaNQfdx2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ypoS_ilh9XA/s1600-h/discoveringsomethingnewag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192925327181666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SLVaNQfdx2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ypoS_ilh9XA/s320/discoveringsomethingnewag3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay so first off, sorry for not writing as soon as training school was over but i have been EXTREMELY busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training was just absolutly breath-taking. Just seeing God's work rocked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i met so many amazing people there who i will never forget&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;along with quotes such as;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Goodbye, Poor little tick, let's call him James!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Smile, Jesus loves you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's the sin shirt!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those are just a few, im trying to think, but i currently can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last day of training was just so hard saying goodbye to everyone there. there was about 78 students there learning how to teach children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the summer, WOW. i have never loved kids more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so glad that God used me this summer to teach them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School starts the 2nd of Sept. for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually excited for it, especially taking my French class. i hope it will be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quick quote i want to type quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it reminds me of the jonas brothers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The best part is being a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;true fan&lt;/span&gt;. The worst part? Fake fans &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; win." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know, i just liked that quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yeah, thats just a quick update, i hope my readers did not abandon me on my absense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah, im back and will try to write more often. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-9003930747115702160?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/9003930747115702160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=9003930747115702160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/9003930747115702160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/9003930747115702160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/08/trainingsummerschooljonas.html' title='Training/Summer/School/Jonas'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SLVaNQfdx2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ypoS_ilh9XA/s72-c/discoveringsomethingnewag3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-3362548174807830835</id><published>2008-06-13T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:35.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SFJaRNyyYZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CjLzIZA6Ctc/s1600-h/cities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211326970628039058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SFJaRNyyYZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CjLzIZA6Ctc/s320/cities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today i leave for training for CEF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a whole 8 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i know..thats a lot for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for those of you who read my blog i wanted to say goodbye to you and ill miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cough- maike and ashley-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have VBS..then straight from vbs i go to training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please pray that this week goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i return 6/21/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'll talk to ya'll when i get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-3362548174807830835?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3362548174807830835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=3362548174807830835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3362548174807830835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3362548174807830835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/06/training.html' title='Training.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SFJaRNyyYZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CjLzIZA6Ctc/s72-c/cities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-1666798444629655168</id><published>2008-06-06T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:36.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEoRnjVJ4QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2skZfRZqMvY/s1600-h/layoutpictures006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208995290203939074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEoRnjVJ4QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2skZfRZqMvY/s320/layoutpictures006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind every untrusting girl is a boy who made her that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-1666798444629655168?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1666798444629655168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=1666798444629655168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/1666798444629655168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/1666798444629655168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEoRnjVJ4QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2skZfRZqMvY/s72-c/layoutpictures006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-3055335702599440210</id><published>2008-06-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:36.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick, Qualifications, &amp; School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEVxOWPHkrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TAIBNC6vY_w/s1600-h/music3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693035424944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEVxOWPHkrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TAIBNC6vY_w/s320/music3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometime's it scares me that i feel like i was meant to be with him;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693292708029538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEVxdUsL5GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-ll7JOTohLg/s320/nickpiano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, i know. I'm pathetic right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even know if it's even possible to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; someone you don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i continuously ask myself do i love him or the idea of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea how he acts in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He seems like the way he acts on stage is the same as real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way he talks about God, are those really his views?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean i don't doubt they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm pretty sure they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or at least i hope they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it bad that every guy i talk to i compare to Nicholas Jerry Jonas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that he really is doing a good job though, i mean being an inspiration to many around him. His diabetes doesn't stop him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Change for the children foundation, he's created at such a young age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he's a great person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if i don't know the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still working on that list of requirements for the perfect guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now i have 129 qualifications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope to have more and more as the summer goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of classes for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have Finals to finish, as well as getting the rest of my CEF stuff handed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer i will basically have two jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CEF and Babysitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been babysitting lately, and from that money i now have a Cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Grins-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall end my blog with saying;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"have a great last week of school!" to everyone who has not finished yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-3055335702599440210?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3055335702599440210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=3055335702599440210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3055335702599440210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3055335702599440210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/06/nick-qualifications-school.html' title='Nick, Qualifications, &amp; School.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SEVxOWPHkrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TAIBNC6vY_w/s72-c/music3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-6092415410828245550</id><published>2008-05-25T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:36.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David, Stress and Dating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SDn5m9QZuoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4QKBU4YX9MA/s1600-h/z101689331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204465292077021826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SDn5m9QZuoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4QKBU4YX9MA/s320/z101689331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooooo, David Archuleta did not win American Idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's still amazing, its so funny, cuz he's so modest and humble about everything it makes me laugh. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this weekend has been so stressful. i think i'll actually be okay with being away for two weeks. i mean i think i'll like the quiet, i mean i know they say the training i have to go through is more like boot camp, and most everyone who goes ends up crying by the end of the week because it's so stressful trying to learn your lessons and getting like 5 hours of sleep per night, but i don't care..i'd rather cry over somthing like that than things that are stressful at home. and i know God will help me through it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and i'm getting a cell phone sometime this coming week. i will miss my friends terribly, it says to leave cell phones at home, but the director said i could bring one along to call my parents..but scary thing is, i'd rather not call them..or some of my so called "friends." i'd rather call my true friends..the friends who get me through life..those are my real friends. and i know it, i just can't admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me, pray that God gives me strength to get through this all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although on the bright side, at least i have those true friends, who won't let me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..i feel that drama is ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate drama, why do people have to cause so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many girls i teach, so many who are worried about boys, and getting dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why get so worried about it, i mean you don't need a boyfriend, life is complicated enough, find out who you are, get through your teen years, travel, have fun, live it up..then date. It would be so much eaiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah i know, who am i? a 15 year old writing this, mmm yeah..i'm young but i have experience in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do the children and teens get all this stuff? the tv, radio, school, everywhere saying "it's okay to date..You're only young once"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, but when you date at a young age..you don't know about life..you're so blinded by everything and you haven't even found out who you are yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now you're asking, "well you're only 15, why are you telling other people this??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me, i'm going to follow this myself..boys cause too much on an already busy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School, housework, jobs, friends, family, God, finding yourself, having fun, drama. and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get all those things down..then when you're ready. Date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys cause way too much drama, and heartache. Believe me, you don't want heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will follow you for the rest of your life, for the younger ones who are reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joshua Harris' book 'i kissed dating goodbye' is my favorite book, it has been for the past few years. and each time i read it, i find somthing more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When God says no to somthing, it's because he's saying yes to somthing better" -Joshua Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, now i'm done rambling on now and letting my feelings out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i just thought i would share. thanks for reading, and also thanks for those who are praying for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-6092415410828245550?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6092415410828245550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=6092415410828245550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/6092415410828245550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/6092415410828245550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-stress-and-dating.html' title='David, Stress and Dating.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SDn5m9QZuoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4QKBU4YX9MA/s72-c/z101689331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-2770031063040041123</id><published>2008-05-16T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:36.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life.and AI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SC5n3FRWGMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_gduoDwMw2A/s1600-h/450847y0t9cadkwp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201208815664896194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SC5n3FRWGMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_gduoDwMw2A/s320/450847y0t9cadkwp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like the most..different 15 year old ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to mission work this summer, i'm scared though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am afraid from being away from home, yeah i know right. me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanting to stay at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i could be miles away from life and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, that's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know i guess i'm just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what it's like to feel alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one truly understands me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay well there is one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she is over 5,000 miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss her so dearly, i haven't talked to her in three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what bugs me...People..people just really bug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[no offense to those of you reading this]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so then maybe not People..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just..moronic people who have no lives..like girls who cause drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those are the people who just really bug me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how i wish i just could--oh i have no idea what i'm trying to say here..or even if i'm trying to make a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's late and i'm nervous cuz i have another thing for CEF tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't feel like going, cuz honestly..my stomach isn't feeling the greatest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh well i guess i'll just have to learn to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyways, since i really do not have any point in this blog..i will end it with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;American idol, Tuesday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you voting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pshhh, you better be voting for David &lt;strong&gt;Archuleta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOTE FOR THE DOLPHIN KISSING SINGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha..ha! i am so lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201209395485481170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SC5oY1RWGNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cf3Pt2_TkKA/s320/014.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhh i love that kid, even though he is two years older than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways..yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-2770031063040041123?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2770031063040041123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=2770031063040041123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2770031063040041123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2770031063040041123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifeand-ai.html' title='life.and AI'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SC5n3FRWGMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_gduoDwMw2A/s72-c/450847y0t9cadkwp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-8298568174694122491</id><published>2008-05-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:36.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SB4r7ttwr9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/i6N8229krpw/s1600-h/m59571679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196639324915937234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SB4r7ttwr9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/i6N8229krpw/s320/m59571679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surgery went well.&lt;br /&gt;there was a complication.&lt;br /&gt;when the surgeon went to take the probe out.&lt;br /&gt;he hit an artery.&lt;br /&gt;sooo. he had to stich that up and i had to stay overnight in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I currently have for holes on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad that everything worked out.&lt;br /&gt;it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not fully back to myself yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post sometime when i'm up to it.&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd update you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-8298568174694122491?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/8298568174694122491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=8298568174694122491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/8298568174694122491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/8298568174694122491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SB4r7ttwr9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/i6N8229krpw/s72-c/m59571679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-5074862698460408043</id><published>2008-04-25T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:36.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SBIwCdtwr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fs6XDdo2zys/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SBIwCdtwr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fs6XDdo2zys/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193266139206037442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have surgery scheduled for tuesday. i have to get my gall-bladder out. yes i know..i'm only 15 and i hafta get it out. Pray for me! pray that all goes well. &lt;br /&gt;i know i have to be fearless, cuz when you're fearless nothing is IMPOSSIBLE. &lt;br /&gt;so i need to keep my head up.&lt;br /&gt;i think my mom is more worried than i am.&lt;br /&gt;although i am scared. but i got to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;there are children who go to hospitals everyday, children who are &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; and younger than me. so i am very blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-5074862698460408043?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5074862698460408043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=5074862698460408043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/5074862698460408043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/5074862698460408043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SBIwCdtwr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/fs6XDdo2zys/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-778552398190173335</id><published>2008-04-19T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:37.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAq73c41F-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MO4G_m7sW2A/s1600-h/dance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAq73c41F-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MO4G_m7sW2A/s320/dance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191168081819670498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, especially one..Okay..He is the most cocky, big headed, intolarable, uneducated, simple, ignorant, annoying, inconsiderate boy i have ever met in my ENTIRE life..Why in the heck do boys act like that!?&lt;br /&gt;..Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..Life's been good. just trying to keep up with things is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss independent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-778552398190173335?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/778552398190173335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=778552398190173335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/778552398190173335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/778552398190173335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/urgg.html' title='Urgg'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAq73c41F-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MO4G_m7sW2A/s72-c/dance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-1114709728218595335</id><published>2008-04-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:37.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAVYT01ohQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vfdr5859Oqc/s1600-h/z_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAVYT01ohQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vfdr5859Oqc/s320/z_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189651243238720770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll be okay. I told her everything that was wrong. She actually listened &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope her and i can be as close as we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel she understands, i think she helped me a lot, Thanks =] You know who you are. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Bff's&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-1114709728218595335?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1114709728218595335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=1114709728218595335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/1114709728218595335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/1114709728218595335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAVYT01ohQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vfdr5859Oqc/s72-c/z_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-3719342822230119505</id><published>2008-04-13T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:37.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAK37k1ohMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhtbWxcpKpA/s1600-h/450847y0t9cadkwp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911954813027522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAK37k1ohMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhtbWxcpKpA/s320/450847y0t9cadkwp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just need some time to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems like i'm looking for somthing that can't be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate to cut off her and i's friendship, but i think its best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-3719342822230119505?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3719342822230119505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=3719342822230119505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3719342822230119505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3719342822230119505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/SAK37k1ohMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhtbWxcpKpA/s72-c/450847y0t9cadkwp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-8599488733741102704</id><published>2008-04-04T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:37.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results, brattyness..and me..oh wait..same thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R_aBX-59p2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/A0_dH-3Huwc/s1600-h/attachment.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185474269986793314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R_aBX-59p2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/A0_dH-3Huwc/s320/attachment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i...GOT THE JOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wooohooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm really excited, but nervous at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also went to the doctors. im taking med. to see if its my acid reflux, if it doesnot work in two weeks i go back to get an ultra sound of my galbladder, i may have to get it removed. im really scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt as if i was acting like a brat yesterday, b/c we had pssa's TWO HOURS away and afterwords we were supposed to go skating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mom HAD to tell gram and pap to come alll the way to where we were.so they did.and i was being a brat and complained that i wanted to go skating.so we go all the way on an hour trip to skating..mom said she wasn't paying an hour for skating. but we could go in and visit.she thinks i just wanted to go to see a boy.i wanted to go to SKATE.so we get there. i was being more of a brat and not going in PROVING to her that i was not there for a boy. so THEN we take another hour trip to my aunt and uncles to babysit while they went out to eat for the first time in a while. [my aunt has lukemia]and we watched enchanted with the kids, my second time watching it.then we took ANOTHER hour trip home.we did not get home until 11;30pm..talk about busy day...phew..I'm just so glad its friday though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish it were saturday though..idk why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well. i want to watch anne of green gables again..idk if its gunna happen. but i'll try to con my little brother into watching it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now i must go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tata!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Miss independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-8599488733741102704?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/8599488733741102704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=8599488733741102704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/8599488733741102704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/8599488733741102704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/results-brattynessand-meoh-waitsame.html' title='Results, brattyness..and me..oh wait..same thing.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R_aBX-59p2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/A0_dH-3Huwc/s72-c/attachment.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-4381970141076667767</id><published>2008-03-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:38.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future jobs &amp; Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-hli-59p1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VqdmCdNdDtc/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181503022965827410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-hli-59p1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VqdmCdNdDtc/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for my results for my [Lord willing] summer job. It's suppose to be looking good with me getting hired. and then i will be a CEF summer missionary. Wow, sounds scary doesn't it? Me, teaching...KIDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh! yes i know. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually feeling pretty confident with everything..other than one thing. I have to make a speech in front of the church, Asking for support. I'm so scared. I can sing or act in front of the church..or even dance..or even make a regular speech. but making a speech basically saying 'I need money, Support me' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels wrong to me in some ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i must keep in mind what someone told me today. I'm not asking for money for me, i'm asking for support as i do the Lord's plan. i need to remember that. It's not for me. It's for God using me in a positive way to teach children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited though, i feel God is calling me to do this. Not for a full time career when i'm older but just for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it would be amazing to get into zoology or be a children's Doctor at a Children's hospital. i'm currently trying to decide between those two..oh well i still have 3 or 4 years to think about all that yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you've noticed or not..but i'm secretly a science nerd. I love learning anything that i don't already know about science. It fascinates me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i could choose any animals to study i would probably choose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dolphins or monkey's. I don't know..anything really but &lt;strong&gt;defiantly&lt;/strong&gt; put those two animals on my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181502627828836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-hlL-59pzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oLCa4hIydRk/s320/dolphins-two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amazing thing about monkey's though is, there are so many different species in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean over 200!!! that's a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181502816807397186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-hlW-59p0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uTWsKavvlao/s320/vervet-monkey-05a09077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-4381970141076667767?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4381970141076667767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=4381970141076667767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/4381970141076667767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/4381970141076667767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/future-jobs-science.html' title='Future jobs &amp; Science'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-hli-59p1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/VqdmCdNdDtc/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-2651329695708037094</id><published>2008-03-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:38.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-ckGu59pyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8336zer-C_Q/s1600-h/402754pf6zhxi8n1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181149594402006818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-ckGu59pyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8336zer-C_Q/s320/402754pf6zhxi8n1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am i so afraid to let a boy in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because i'm afraid of the &lt;em&gt;heartbreak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate these feelings, i don't want any feel anything for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's sweet, polite, he knows how to make me laugh, and most importantly he knows God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also thought another boy did. Although i only knew that boy for nearly 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've known this boy for 12 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if i'm trying, don't want to..but slowly are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if i don't want to admit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if he's the only one who can brighten my bad day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does his laugh make me crack up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't i breath when i think about him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is he so nice, considerate, polite, and smiley to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why Does that sound so horrible to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It should sound amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i &lt;em&gt;Can't&lt;/em&gt; fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I won't. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Case Closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-2651329695708037094?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2651329695708037094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=2651329695708037094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2651329695708037094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2651329695708037094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-ckGu59pyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8336zer-C_Q/s72-c/402754pf6zhxi8n1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-919680884813131327</id><published>2008-03-22T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:38.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerks, Braces, and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-WrbO59pxI/AAAAAAAAADk/JKVNkYai0DI/s1600-h/207kye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180735430705653522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-WrbO59pxI/AAAAAAAAADk/JKVNkYai0DI/s320/207kye1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why do guys have to be so dumb? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, yeah i know it seems as if i start out every blog entry like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; well, i guess i should say no offense to all the guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; out there! so, SORRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; continue my thoughts, forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean there's this guy at church he thinks he's all that and a slice of pie, and i have to shake his hand tomorrow because him and his family are greeters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ughh&lt;/span&gt;! it will take all i can not to just punch him in the face! Last time i saw him i kicked him, but believe me..he deserved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i won't be able to shake his hand without rolling my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do boys have to show off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do they realize it makes them look like jerks?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to all those guys out there..again..sorry..and take that advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes you look like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again, just expressing my opinions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is Easter i am excited, but not sure what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to wear yet. I've been looking through my closet all night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Great! Lips of an angel is on the radio. Wow, how many &lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt; this song brings back. there for a while i refused to listen to it. Now i don't really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna know why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not telling you because i was dumb and naive back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iknow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only fourteen, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had my experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next month is my birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Whhoooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also getting my braces off that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Whoooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Chas was here all day, her and i did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; hair. it was really fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's like the little sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay well i best be going. I'll post sometime..that's not now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-919680884813131327?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/919680884813131327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=919680884813131327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/919680884813131327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/919680884813131327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/jerks-braces-and-friends.html' title='Jerks, Braces, and Friends'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R-WrbO59pxI/AAAAAAAAADk/JKVNkYai0DI/s72-c/207kye1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-2767203803306041008</id><published>2008-03-10T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:39.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JonasBoys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WDYuHHPQI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNf2QnRmFlc/s1600-h/2a5zuj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176187807450217730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WDYuHHPQI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNf2QnRmFlc/s320/2a5zuj5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanted;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9V-GuHHPII/AAAAAAAAABs/8Mk6piwWWkA/s1600-h/n_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176182000654433410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9V-GuHHPII/AAAAAAAAABs/8Mk6piwWWkA/s320/n_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Has anyone seen these boys lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope, me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well what about these boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176182477395803282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9V-ieHHPJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KjT93RMjNMU/s320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wish i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember those days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's some secrets i secretly agree on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176183138820766882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9V_I-HHPKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pz_xgHzS7-g/s320/33aw58g.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176183559727561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9V_heHHPLI/AAAAAAAAACE/Md1XxGpkNCQ/s320/c4hk2.png" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176185135980559554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WA9OHHPMI/AAAAAAAAACM/avL9MjWqC9E/s320/84242498ff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176185565477289170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WBWOHHPNI/AAAAAAAAACU/egFKK_1c8DY/s320/h2la5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;[How true is ^that?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176186510370094306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WCNOHHPOI/AAAAAAAAACc/NGfZSX2YfYw/s320/sfw0a8.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176187365068586226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WC--HHPPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Uxr4qyfj-jg/s320/2m6mira.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176188954206485778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="295" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WEbeHHPRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oxaX9D1pXFg/s320/14kig7b.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;Yep. That's basically how i feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean i love those boys with all my heart. but i think they need to slow things down a bit, take a nice long break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idunno i'm just kinda ehhh. about them right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope their fame dies back down to how it was in 2005-06.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss those days, maybe i'm just selfish.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i'm gunna go now, since i'm done sharing those feelings. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Miss Independent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-2767203803306041008?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2767203803306041008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=2767203803306041008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2767203803306041008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/2767203803306041008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/jonasboys.html' title='JonasBoys'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R9WDYuHHPQI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNf2QnRmFlc/s72-c/2a5zuj5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-5885851613499467937</id><published>2008-03-05T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:40.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss independent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R87mNVzN80I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hMHx3b7Etwo/s1600-h/18a14ee7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174326138759934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R87mNVzN80I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hMHx3b7Etwo/s320/18a14ee7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay so we got 3rd place in the Championship, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to miss basketball. The fun of beating up guys! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; just kidding. but i shall miss it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did prove a point though, i was trying to be the nicest i could be to my friend's ex boyfriend by telling him congrats on coming in first, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; ignored it...Jerk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why do guys have to act like that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One mystery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never solve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It reminds me of Cells, well the cell wall. It protects and supports the cell, Plants have a cell wall. Animals do not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Men are like Animals! They seem to think they do not need supported or protected!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay..wait i think i have that mixed up, BOYS are like animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; REAL MEN in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My point made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My brother called me independent last night, do you find that strange? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take it as a compliment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather play hard to get i suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awana&lt;/span&gt;, so i should probably go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Miss Independent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-5885851613499467937?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5885851613499467937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=5885851613499467937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/5885851613499467937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/5885851613499467937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/miss-independent.html' title='Miss independent.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R87mNVzN80I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hMHx3b7Etwo/s72-c/18a14ee7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-3212797041816517738</id><published>2008-02-29T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:40.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R8io7m6iWzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MkDVsbPiZn0/s1600-h/emoticons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172569914046831410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R8io7m6iWzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MkDVsbPiZn0/s320/emoticons.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever get that feeling when you're excited but so nervous at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Basketball tournament is tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so extremely..oh what's the right word...Ecstatic! Thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel ecstatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as if we could win, our coach said we have to win four games [out of seven] and the championship is ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i guess my heart it getting pumped more from listening to 'music is my boyfriend' for about the third time tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now i'm moved on and listening to shadow by Demi Lovato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Schoolwork, multi-tasking with schoolwork and my blog. Ya know it's funny i actually LIKE being smart. i used to think it was a bad thing. But being smart has it's advantages think about it all the great women in History were smart. Rosa parks. she could basically be anyone's hero. Deborah Sampson also comes to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I knew someone had to take the first step and I made up my mind not to move." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Rosa Parks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how people say love is Fearless. i don't know why. It seems as if it would be a crime in today's society if i were to say 'i don't need a boyfriend, Boys cause too much drama' because. well they do. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am happy being single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well ta ta for now. i must finish my Science homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'll get back to you about the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-Amanda&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-3212797041816517738?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3212797041816517738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=3212797041816517738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3212797041816517738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3212797041816517738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/02/229.html' title='2/29'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R8io7m6iWzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MkDVsbPiZn0/s72-c/emoticons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6511577831375404280.post-3326192492202925293</id><published>2008-02-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:34:40.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R8MKcbbUM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6GMLNRPu7ag/s1600-h/2i700ms.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170988280666403762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R8MKcbbUM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6GMLNRPu7ag/s320/2i700ms.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the days you will see the..&lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; things of an average teenage girl's life [me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is my life&lt;/span&gt;, Jesus Christ has &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; become my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This summer i am planning on being a summer missionary for CEF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Someday i hope to change the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ilovethejonasbrothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Music, yep that's my boyfriend&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange is my color..i have to wear somthing orange to complete any outfits. It completes my 'look' haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; word &lt;strong&gt;graphics,&lt;/strong&gt; emo images. so a lot of times i will have a picture to go along with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoy my Blog! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Manda&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6511577831375404280-3326192492202925293?l=xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3326192492202925293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6511577831375404280&amp;postID=3326192492202925293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3326192492202925293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6511577831375404280/posts/default/3326192492202925293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xmandyalwaysknowsx.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-blog.html' title='First blog.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038077498186691263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sSRMgYORPHA/R8MKcbbUM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6GMLNRPu7ag/s72-c/2i700ms.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
