<?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-8025563698028793659</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:25:46.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carlis blog 8D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-3140542530894150377</id><published>2009-03-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:36:22.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SbqniM7jFFI/AAAAAAAAADY/Px8UKZjg_XU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SbqniM7jFFI/AAAAAAAAADY/Px8UKZjg_XU/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312742916465300562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-3140542530894150377?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/3140542530894150377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=3140542530894150377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/3140542530894150377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/3140542530894150377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-band.html' title='New Band'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SbqniM7jFFI/AAAAAAAAADY/Px8UKZjg_XU/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-6333301114092680061</id><published>2009-03-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:06:13.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Funny. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(9, 12, 15); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January-------I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--------I karate chopped&lt;br /&gt;April----------I licked&lt;br /&gt;May----------I jumped on&lt;br /&gt;June----------I smelled&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September----I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October-------I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December-----I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;1--------- In my car&lt;br /&gt;2 --------- On your car&lt;br /&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bed&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;8---------- at the dinner=2 0table&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- In line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down the sentence you made. Now, copy this entire thing, and go to your blog and post the instructions and your answer into it! I can't wait to see what you get stuck with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(9, 12, 15); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(9, 12, 15); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I karate chopped a smurf in a hole because that's how I roll!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-6333301114092680061?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/6333301114092680061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=6333301114092680061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/6333301114092680061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/6333301114092680061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-funny-d.html' title='Funny Funny. :D'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-194349113628776929</id><published>2009-03-13T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:02:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gah! It sure has been a long time since I've been on this thing. That's probably because Mrs. Jenkins doesn't let us do anything fun anymore...all we do is work work work! That's why I'm so excited that next week is SPRING BREAK! I would like to go spend it somewhere far away with Darren, but that plan is looking too promising this time around. So I'll probably just stick to plan B; staying in Childress and start moving to my new house. It's not the ideal spring break, but it sure is WAAAYYY better than school, and I took of the whole week at work. I've decided that I'm just going to chillax and have a good time with out the slightest worry about anything in my mind. Oh and one more thing...THURSDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!! Can you say sweet 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-194349113628776929?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/194349113628776929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=194349113628776929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/194349113628776929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/194349113628776929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-09.html' title='Spring Break &apos;09'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-2599975194050621984</id><published>2009-01-28T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:14:36.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With no job and 5 kids, 'better to end our lives,' man wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SYCuhrtATaI/AAAAAAAAADA/AIu2nXt0zuk/s1600-h/t1home.lupoe.facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SYCuhrtATaI/AAAAAAAAADA/AIu2nXt0zuk/s400/t1home.lupoe.facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296425055478107554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was described as one of the most grisly scenes Los Angeles police had ever encountered: the bodies of five small children and their parents, all shot to death, in two upstairs rooms of the family's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;"The reaction on their faces was not a pretty sight," neighbor Jasmine Gomez told CNN. "There was an officer who came out of the house throwing up."&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;But even more incomprehensible to some was the story that emerged after the bodies were found Tuesday: A father who, after he and his wife were fired from their jobs, killed all six family members before turning the gun on himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In a letter faxed to Los Angeles television station KABC before his suicide, Ervin Antonio Lupoe blamed his former employer for the deaths, detailing his grievance against Kaiser Permanente's West Los Angeles Medical Center, where he and his wife Ana had worked as technicians. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Lupoe claimed the couple was being investigated for "misrepresentation of our employment to an outside agency for the benefit to ourselves's [sic], childcare." He said the initial interview was held on December 19, and when he reported for work on December 23, "I was told by my administrator ... that 'You should not even have bothered to come to work today. You should have blown your brains out.'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Kaiser Permanente said in a statement Tuesday night that while the company is "saddened by the despair in Mr. Lupoe's letter faxed to the media ... we are confident that no one told him to take his own life or the lives of his family."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The Lupoes' employment was terminated over a week ago "after an internal investigation," the company said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Lupoe wrote in the fax, "after a horrendous ordeal my wife felt it better to end our lives and why leave our children in someone else's hands ... we have no job and 5 children under 8 years with no place to go. So here we are."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Among those struggling to comprehend the news was Lupoe's 83-year-old grandmother, Josephine Lupoe of Atlanta, Georgia. She sobbed as she told CNN, "I just can't believe it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;She said Lupoe was born in Atlanta, but moved to Detroit, Michigan, with his parents as a child before moving to California. She recalled visiting the family when they lived in San Jose, California, "but that was years ago," she said. "I hadn't been to visit them since he got married and moved."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;She said she last heard from him when he called her to say they were having a second set of twins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Every time I called, he was at work," Josephine Lupoe said. "He worked a lot, and even when I talked with him, he would be at work." But she said she had no indication of problems within the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;She said she had spoken with Lupoe's mother a couple of days ago, and they discussed his sending pictures of the boys. "And then I hear this," she said tearfully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Lupoe's mother was on the way to California on Wednesday, she said, but Josephine Lupoe said she is unable to travel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Authorities said Lupoe and the three girls, identified by the Los Angeles Times as 8-year-old Brittney and twin 5-year-olds Jaszmin and Jasseley, were found in one upstairs room. Ana Lupoe and the boys -- twin 2-year-olds Benjamin and Christian, according to the newspaper -- were in another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Police believe Lupoe also called 911, about the same time KABC was notifying police they had been contacted by a person who was threatening suicide. In the 911 call, police said, Lupoe reported returning home and finding his family dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Lupoe's co-workers told the Times they remembered the Lupoes as cheerful, good workers and caring parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Ana Lupoe was "always talking about the kids," said co-worker Hamlet Narvaez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Cherise Pounders-Caver, principal of the children's school, Crescent Heights Elementary, said Lupoe showed up to check the three older children out of school about two weeks ago and told her the family was moving to Kansas, the Times reported.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The deaths sent shock waves across the city and beyond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"No matter how desperate you are, no matter how frustrated you are, to think this was the only answer -- to take your whole family with you in death -- is just too much to understand," said City Councilwoman Janice Hahn, who represents the city's Wilmington neighborhood where the slayings took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"It's sad that this happens anywhere, you know?" neighbor Jose Rodriguez told KABC. "You see it on the news but you never really become accustomed to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="cnnInline" style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; "&gt;"I have kids, too, and grandkids," he said. "It hits home."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-2599975194050621984?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/2599975194050621984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=2599975194050621984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/2599975194050621984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/2599975194050621984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-no-job-and-5-kids-better-to-end.html' title='With no job and 5 kids, &apos;better to end our lives,&apos; man wrote'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SYCuhrtATaI/AAAAAAAAADA/AIu2nXt0zuk/s72-c/t1home.lupoe.facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-173542170776945067</id><published>2009-01-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:58:35.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; man named Jimmy was walking to Cavenders Western Wear to buy a pair of boots because his old ones were ugly. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ecause of his new job, he had to look extremely nice and fancy. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;onsidering the fact that boots are so expensive, and he was so broke, he had to go borrow money from the bank. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;arrell at the bank said that he couldn't borrow the money that he needed due to the reason that he had borrowed money recently, and never paid it back. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;veryone around him continuously reminded him that his boots looked trashy, but Jimmy just couldn't figure out a way to get the money to buy new ones. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;requently he asked his brother to loan him the money, but he had also borrowed money from him and never paid him back, so his brother refused to help him out. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;arage sales were going on everywhere around town, and after finding this information out, he decided to go check and see if they had any decent looking boots for sale. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;arrold (his neighbor) had a pair of boots for sale, but they were 3 sizes too small for the man's feet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;gnacio told him that there was a thrift store on 34th and Bell, so he decided to go ahead and check it also. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust incase there were more than one pair, he decided to take himself some socks so he could try them on. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;acy, being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;affable&lt;/span&gt; as usual, went along with him to see if there would be anything that she might want there. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ater on that day, they arrived at the thrift store, and as big as it was, it took them quite a while to find the shoe section. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;avrick, being the shoe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onnoisseur&lt;/span&gt; that he was, helped Kacy and Jimmy make there way to through everything, and when they arrived at the shoe section, they were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;befuddled&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o one was anywhere around, not a soul, and there were shoes everywhere! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f course there were wonderful prices on them, but no one seemed to be interested in anything there. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ugnacious puppies were all around, and the only people that were in sight were the dog keepers. "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uit running around," said the manager. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ussian, leather boots were the cheapest boots there, but with all of the great prices, Jimmy decided to get some that were a little bit more pricey. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome of the other brands had good prices too, but he thought of them as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crass&lt;/span&gt;, and he had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apathy&lt;/span&gt; for them. "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hose are the ones," said Jimmy. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nder all of the clearance boots, Jimmy dug up the boots he desired the most. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ivianna told Jimmy that the boots looked great on him, and after he took them off, he sat there holding them trying to decided whether or not to buy them. "&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell," he said, "I would be getting my money's worth if I bought them, considering they're everything that I've been looking for, but they're a little bit more than I expected to pay." The &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;ylophones  were playing in the background (well it seemed like that to him), and he sat there for hours on end trying to make up his mind. "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, I've got it," Jimmy said. "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;ip, click, click, click," and off he went, wearing his new pair of boots.&lt;/div&gt;&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;&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/8025563698028793659-173542170776945067?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/173542170776945067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=173542170776945067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/173542170776945067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/173542170776945067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2009/01/alphabet-story.html' title='Alphabet Story'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-1974845756958844251</id><published>2009-01-13T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:30:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Dog's World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SWzrqMQqaUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oFTmH8tMpOM/s1600-h/91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SWzrqMQqaUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oFTmH8tMpOM/s400/91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290862772331637058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya stranger! I'm Lola!&lt;div&gt;I like being pampered, playing with my friends (Juno, Dixie, Bella, and Melon), and biting Kat, but most of all, I LOVE cuddling with my mommy and daddy. They're always there for me, and they always take care of me when I'm sick or hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time, not too long ago actually, Momma, Daddy, and I went for a jog in the park. Ususally I don't wander off, and if I ever even consider it, Momma and Daddy get on to me for it. They don't want to lose me, I can understand that, but come on now, at least cut me a little slack?! Well, even though I wasn't intending to get lost, I saw other puppies playing, and of course I couldn't resist to join. The only problem was that they were completely on the other side of the park! We were taking a break near a picnic table, and when I looked up to see what my parents were doing, they were talking to some of their friends. I thought to myself, "This is my chance! I have to go while I can!" So there I went, sprinting across the park. I made a couple of new friends, Spike and Kate, but after they left, I had NO IDEA where to go. Considering the fact that I couldn't get any more lost than I already was, I took off searching for my family. Somehow or another, I ended up wandering around the New York Square. I'm guessing that nearly a thousand people almost stepped on me, 200 hundred nearly hit me with their bikes, and a bus, A BUS, almost ran over me. I'm pretty sure that I'd never been this scared in my life, and I definitely had never been this far away from home before. While roaming the streets (might I add that I saw some incredible things), I kept seeing these thin, white things with my face on there. And not just one or two of them, I mean they were EVERYWHERE! Even though I wanted to know what those things were, I found an ice cream cone on the ground that I seemed to be way more interested in at the moment. While munchin' away on that cone, some strange person snuck up on me and picked me up! I started freaking out! I didn't know who they were, what they were doing, or where they were taking me. Weeping away in their arms, I finally just went to sleep. It had been a really long day, I was lost, and I had no idea who was holding me or what they were going to do with me. I was nearly completely knocked out, when all of the sudden I heard the loudest scream I had ever encountered. I opened up my eyes quickly, and looking around, I spotted my mom jumping up and down and my dad with the biggest grin on his face! "They found me! They really found me!" That's all I could think of as I was squirming around, trying to get to them as quick as possible. They hugged and kissed me for literally five minutes straight, and after thanking the kind man that returned me, we headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wandered away from my mom and dad after that, but I guess that's only because I didn't have any other option than to stay close to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They bought me a pretty pink leash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-1974845756958844251?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/1974845756958844251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=1974845756958844251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wait. Christmas? What? It was just thanksgiving! Oh my goodness, time flies so quickly when you're busy. I guess I better start thinking about what I'm going to ask Santa for. Kat got a new iTouch the other day, and I have to admit, it's pretty wicked, but I'm considering asking for a phone that has a music player, camera, and touch screen instead. I'm still debating on that decision, but I know for sure what I want the most, a Marilyn Monroe comforter, and a set of leopard print sheets for my bed. Doesn't that sound like the most terrific thing ever created?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So for all of you "Christmas shoppers" that usually buy something for me (and read my blog frequently) should consider getting me one of the above, or something of your choice, and I will most definitely return the favor! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-1610918254919792439?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/1610918254919792439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=1610918254919792439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/1610918254919792439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/1610918254919792439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/STbYmbsJisI/AAAAAAAAACw/acFf0O2xJ1c/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-5350760761358690595</id><published>2008-11-18T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:30:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinks Pinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;1. fish dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;2. swift lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;3. deer beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;4. hot cot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;5. legal eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;6. whale jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;7. newt boot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;8. fake snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;9. sad lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;10. big twig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;11. A calm man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;12. A skinny boar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-5350760761358690595?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/5350760761358690595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=5350760761358690595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/5350760761358690595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/5350760761358690595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/11/hinks-pinks.html' title='Hinks Pinks'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-2090456205801208783</id><published>2008-11-07T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:16:13.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok. So as you already know, today is Free Friday, so we're able to write about anything and everything that we desire. Since tonight is the football game, I'm going to tell you a little story about another football game that I've recently attended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night I had to cheer in Tulia at the JV football game. Even though it was our last game of the season, it was probably the best one I've ever attended. It started out fun because we looked extremely sharp while we cheered, yet, we had so much fun. And after that, we won 24 to 0. It was wonderful. But on top of that, this drop-dead-gorgeous guy chased the cheerleading bus and got my number! I was so excited! He called me last night, and as we were talking about how familiar we looked to each other, it suddenly hit me that I totally got caught staring at him outside of the gym in Tulia whenever we played volleyball there. I was so shocked, but at the same time stoked. We talked for like an hour, and if everything goes smoothly tonight, I'm going to go see him after his game tonight. They're playing Childress, so I know that he'll be devastated that it was a complete massacre and they totally got demolished, but I'll try to cheer him up by taking him to the Kettle, considering that'll be the only thing left open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-2090456205801208783?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/2090456205801208783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=2090456205801208783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/2090456205801208783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/2090456205801208783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-friday.html' title='Free Friday!'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-6811012039055915249</id><published>2008-10-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:58:25.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Personally, I think that his decision wasn't very smart, but everyone makes mistakes. What is a joke to one person, might be an insult to another. I don't think that the school should completely ban halloween costumes, but it wouldn't hurt for them to make a few rules and regulations that the students have to follow when picking out their costumes. I know that I would be terribly upset if I couldn't wear my halloween costume because of one minor thing, especially one that could be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-6811012039055915249?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/6811012039055915249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=6811012039055915249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/6811012039055915249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/6811012039055915249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-controversy.html' title='Halloween Controversy'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-9158800959359377218</id><published>2008-10-27T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:00:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SQYBdbpUM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/d6w54g5Z-4s/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SQYBdbpUM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/d6w54g5Z-4s/s400/Photo+29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261894819777885010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh goodness...If only I were invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The one thing that I would LOVE to do if I were invisible would be to follow Matthew McConaughey around for like a solid week! He is drop-dead-gorgeous. And then, after I start feeling like a stalker, I would probably want to just roam around and see a bunch of stuff that most people overlook when they're too busy paying attention to other stuff, or they're scared someone's going to see them looking at them so they keep their eyes straight ahead. I'm pretty sure that I'd see quite a few interesting things going on that I didn't even know was possible. Being invisible would be quite advantageous because you could get away with so many things and scare so many people, but when people start running into you, spilling beverages on you, or even swinging things and hitting you, that's when things start heading south. I would like to be invisible, but only for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-9158800959359377218?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/9158800959359377218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=9158800959359377218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/9158800959359377218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/9158800959359377218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SQYBdbpUM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/d6w54g5Z-4s/s72-c/Photo+29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-6798626846162625874</id><published>2008-10-22T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:07:09.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SP9rvkyc7KI/AAAAAAAAACg/TkQNXYUmkN4/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SP9rvkyc7KI/AAAAAAAAACg/TkQNXYUmkN4/s400/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260041354865339554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh the memories...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I bet you hear that a lot don't you? It's because everyone has so many memories. They might be good, might be bad, might be happy, or they might be sad,  but everyone has them and, unless you have severe memory loss, no one can take that away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of my favorite memories involved my good friend, Demetria. We were wondering about in Wal-Mart, when all the sudden, we see this gorgeous pair of neon green, yellow, and orange high-heels being displayed on the shelf. They attracted both of our attention immediately, and so we decided to get a little better look at them (if you know what I mean.) So she goes over to the shoes and gracefully puts them on, as if she wears them everyday. Now just imagine this, a talk, dark-skinned, slim girl wearing those bright shoes gliding across the aisle in Wal-Mart. I'm sure you, like myself, pictured that being wonderful and perfect. Well little did I know...I was in for a rude awakening. From the very first step that she took, it was downhill from there. She tripped, stumbled, wiggled, and wobbled, and sometimes all that at once! And then, watching her but barely able to see her because my eyes were all watery, I watched her lose all control and nearly crack her ankle on the way to the floor! All the sudden I feel it coming, it won't stop, I'm trying with all my might to hold it back, and BOOM! I feel a warm liquid running down both sides of my legs! The only thing I can do is sit down, and when she decides that she's had enough of the shoe department for one day, she tells me to get up and go with her. My only response was, "I can't!" She gives me an awkward look and I could tell that she had no clue was I was talking about. I finally told her and she had to push me home in a grocery basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now that, my friend, is what you call funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-6798626846162625874?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/6798626846162625874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=6798626846162625874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/6798626846162625874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/6798626846162625874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SP9rvkyc7KI/AAAAAAAAACg/TkQNXYUmkN4/s72-c/Photo+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-4440407716594040904</id><published>2008-10-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:08:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPYxVawIeLI/AAAAAAAAACY/zfC2IKasQJk/s1600-h/250px-Atlanta_Skyline_from_Buckhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPYxVawIeLI/AAAAAAAAACY/zfC2IKasQJk/s400/250px-Atlanta_Skyline_from_Buckhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257443859029850290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As you already know, we aren't going to be having bonfires anymore, and I was just thinking about a few alternatives for that decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE to dance, and I LOVE to be around tons of people! So, I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could have a pre-homecoming dance. It would be even more fun if it was in a gym with a bunch of black lights! I think that would most definitely suit everyone and dissolve the sorrow in their hearts left from the "no-bonfire law" away. And even though I adored the previous bonfires, my fellow Americans did always say to me, "DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah, I know I know. You're probably thinking that the dance could get WAY out of hand, and especially since it's in the dark, but if we had a black light peprally right before it, things could turn out wonderful. For example, one rule could be that if you didn't attend the peprally, then you aren't allow to attend the dance. That would make the peprallies much more enthused, including the football players, and it could lead to spectacular games played by the boys. It would also make the cheerleaders create remarkable ideas for the peprally itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-4440407716594040904?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/4440407716594040904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=4440407716594040904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/4440407716594040904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/4440407716594040904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonfire.html' title='Bonfire'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPYxVawIeLI/AAAAAAAAACY/zfC2IKasQJk/s72-c/250px-Atlanta_Skyline_from_Buckhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-5094410006173373548</id><published>2008-10-14T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:56:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdF6A0jqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3KsiIBNhh8/s1600-h/IMG_5783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdF6A0jqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3KsiIBNhh8/s400/IMG_5783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069758589996706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I wish there were a law that said people could only eat so much a day. This would be a good law because it would help everyone with their struggles in their eating habits. Then the world would be a better place. Well...my world  at least. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-5094410006173373548?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/5094410006173373548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=5094410006173373548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/5094410006173373548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/5094410006173373548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdF6A0jqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y3KsiIBNhh8/s72-c/IMG_5783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-7338356561621732742</id><published>2008-09-29T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:04:24.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEWWG Pre-Reading Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SOEYhRvkr3I/AAAAAAAAABw/Z5nZFEM0pHI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SOEYhRvkr3I/AAAAAAAAABw/Z5nZFEM0pHI/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251505600468397938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In some situations, I am the girl that "just exists." Let's say, my two best friends passionately hate each other, yet their my best friends and I would like to hang out with both of them without either of them getting jealous. I hate getting stuck with one person who's talking crap about another person, and then getting asked all kinds of questions whenever I hang out with the one getting talked about. I'm not ever sure what the right thing to do is, and all I can do is take in what they're saying. But once they find out that they were getting talked about, they end up getting mad at me because I didn't tell them in the first place! It's so stressful, and I'm sure that's exactly how Janie feels about her situation, too. But even though it hurts, most times I have to just hang out with someone totally different because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings or make them angry with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-7338356561621732742?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/7338356561621732742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=7338356561621732742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/7338356561621732742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/7338356561621732742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/09/tewwg-pre-reading-journal.html' title='TEWWG Pre-Reading Journal'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SOEYhRvkr3I/AAAAAAAAABw/Z5nZFEM0pHI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-4834805727105292497</id><published>2008-09-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:05:56.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SM_1exv-FVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C3WSsKVIe40/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SM_1exv-FVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C3WSsKVIe40/s400/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246682000009336146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Working so hard in school and trying to get everything ready for graduation, in 10 years, I’ll be doing just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I’m hoping to go to college to become a plastic surgeon or a personal trainer, and if I get lucky, I’ll have a career in acting just like I’ve always wanted. If I do get the opportunity to act, I’ll probably still take my college classes just incase I need something to fall back on, if you know what I mean. Hopefully I will have found the right guy by then and be in the most wonderful relationship that anyone could be in, with him right there by my side every step of the way. I’m not planning on having any kids until I get my education and career on the right path, and then I want to be able to enjoy a family with no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-4834805727105292497?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/4834805727105292497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=4834805727105292497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/4834805727105292497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/4834805727105292497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/09/working-so-hard-in-school-and-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SM_1exv-FVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/C3WSsKVIe40/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-5582346197031888228</id><published>2008-09-11T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:30:41.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMliajAri5I/AAAAAAAAABI/drUMPSg09T8/s1600-h/9-11-01(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMliajAri5I/AAAAAAAAABI/drUMPSg09T8/s400/9-11-01(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244831449263868818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Being in the third grade, having absolutely no clue what the twin towers were, it's kind of hard to remember everything about September 11, 2001. I was so ready to go play with the puppets in Mrs. Davis's class (our elementary counselor), that I was paying absolutely no attention to anyone around me. That is, until I walked out into the hallway. I had no idea what was going on and why our teachers were crying, but I was just as scared as they were. After hearing everyone talk about it, I soon realized what a tragedy that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If I could commemorate everyone that died that day in some special way, I would do it. Even if it mean jumping off of a plane with an American flag as a parachute. It could symbolize what Americans are doing to keep us safe from terrorist attacks in the future. But, even though a lot of things have changed since 9-11, we'll never be 100% safe from danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-5582346197031888228?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/5582346197031888228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=5582346197031888228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/5582346197031888228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/5582346197031888228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMliajAri5I/AAAAAAAAABI/drUMPSg09T8/s72-c/9-11-01(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-3865010695824758414</id><published>2008-09-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:25:17.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMgRBTIQzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6GO0HoVtTA/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMgRBTIQzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6GO0HoVtTA/s400/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244460480085413186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I go to school, volleyball practice, cheerleading practice, and work everyday, plus I have doubled up on my math classes this year, but if I could change one thing in my life, I'd change the negative things that people saw in me to the positive things that people don't see. Yeah, I might be having a bad hair day, but because everyone's attention is fully on that, they can't see how precise my eye make-up looks, how cute my clothes are, or even how clear my skin is! They also can't be seen talking to me. I'm totally uncool if I don't come to school looking ravishing everyday, yet the people who think that, haven't ever even talked to me before. And it's not just me, it's everyone. Everyone gets judged by the negative things that people see first. Is it really that necessary to look that closely for unusual things about people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-3865010695824758414?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/3865010695824758414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=3865010695824758414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/3865010695824758414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/3865010695824758414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/09/journal.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMgRBTIQzUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P6GO0HoVtTA/s72-c/Photo+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025563698028793659.post-9104390247308768953</id><published>2008-09-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:10:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday: 9-5-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMF16_807GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nU89o7qHsf8/s1600-h/IMG_4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMF16_807GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nU89o7qHsf8/s400/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242601097695390818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today has been a horribly long day. It seems like everything is going wrong. Everyone is upset about Justin's horrifying experience last night, Kat's sister's dog died this morning, I feel like I've lost my best friend, and we have volleyball practice after school. I think that the only thing that could cheer me up right now is music and the football game tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8025563698028793659-9104390247308768953?l=copeeng2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/feeds/9104390247308768953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8025563698028793659&amp;postID=9104390247308768953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/9104390247308768953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8025563698028793659/posts/default/9104390247308768953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://copeeng2.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-9-5-08.html' title='Friday: 9-5-08'/><author><name>carli jane 8]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08607327533425166580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SPTdhJ0tHtI/AAAAAAAAACA/zafgWnbepDI/S220/IMG_5812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1meBfvxNVtw/SMF16_807GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nU89o7qHsf8/s72-c/IMG_4507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
