<?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-16340359</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:10:58.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary Tickles</title><subtitle type='html'>I look at one thing.  I study it, drink in the details, learn it's every bit of individuality.  I turn my head for one second, distracted by the twinkle in an eye, and look back.  Nothing is the same.  The reality that I knew has disappeared.  One thing that we must all do, is not let our imaginary world take over the harsh reality.  We can't continue living in a non-existant world.  We'll never understand, that's ok.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-117021445169677299</id><published>2007-01-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:34:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe with you.</title><content type='html'>So I've decided that staying home alone all day, watching depressing movies, eating popsicles and popcorn, and curling up on the couch wrapped in a blanket that has a distant scent of your boyfriend is a bad idea. Mostly just when you're sick. But you have to feel sorry for yourself since no one else will, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, attempting to eat spicey foods with a numb tongue is an interesting quest. you can't taste anything, but you feel the burning of the spices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your feet are going to be on the ground. your head is there to move you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You've got all the right friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I don't want to hang out with the friends that just aren't mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a jungleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-117021445169677299?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/117021445169677299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=117021445169677299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/117021445169677299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/117021445169677299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/safe-with-you.html' title='Safe with you.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116716717385322699</id><published>2006-12-26T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T14:06:13.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're fine, How am I?</title><content type='html'>I just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The side of me you didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And the reason is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me take you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I'm going to strawberry fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe I've never noticed my heart before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-116716717385322699?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116716717385322699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116716717385322699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116716717385322699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116716717385322699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-fine-how-am-i.html' title='You&apos;re fine, How am I?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116408200139516378</id><published>2006-11-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:06:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on a happy face..there's always one more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying hard not smile, though I feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It'll still be 2 days til we say we're sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went out for coffee with Berkley today. It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm sick and I'm twisted, I'm broke and you can't fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything I need is you. My beginning, my forever. Everything I need is you. &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/16340359-116408200139516378?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116408200139516378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116408200139516378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116408200139516378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116408200139516378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/put-on-happy-facetheres-always-one.html' title='Put on a happy face..there&apos;s always one more time.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116364480267653841</id><published>2006-11-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:40:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the heavens come, til this life is done...</title><content type='html'>I'll be Here. There. and Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.never know how much I love you.never know how much I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.FEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh oo ohh ooo ohhh ooo ohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe I'm just supposed to be this lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Elephant;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Upcoming Events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tuesday, November 21st: 5:30pm::Sloppy Joes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;: Mine and Berkley's birthday. I have no plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thursday, December 7th: 7:00pm::Scarlett Winter Concert, Rozsa Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friday, December 8th: Dress Rehearsal for I Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Saturday, December 9th: Dress Rehearsal for CYJO Winter Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;: 6:00pm:: I Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sunday, December 10th: Youth Singers Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monday, December 11th: 7:00pm:: CYJO Winter Concert, Rozsa Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm excited for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everytime I see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I can see right through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Knowing I could never change your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I look into your eyes for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have realized for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;While everyone is around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll talk a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To let you know that I'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have all my questions been ignored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This time I'm walking out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I don't know if I'll ever know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;or hear the sound when angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;What you said to me late last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll remember for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Every night when I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I see the way that you touch my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and I want you to know that I'll always be right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Time stands still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So do I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;leave me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and I won't say nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everytime I hear that sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;it reminds me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;you're always hanging around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;have all my questions been ignored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This time I'm walking out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I don't know if I'll ever know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;or hear the sound when angels cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;What you said to me late last night&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the way that you touch my life&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to know that I'll always be right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Leave me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;These are the days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;These are the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;that pass us by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;We ask the questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;but we never really find out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I want you to know that I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;"&gt;always be right here.&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/16340359-116364480267653841?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116364480267653841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116364480267653841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116364480267653841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116364480267653841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/until-heavens-come-til-this-life-is.html' title='Until the heavens come, til this life is done...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116304203814515747</id><published>2006-11-08T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:17:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when I know you're wrong..</title><content type='html'>5 hour phone conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I remember. I won't forget either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will wait until you call my name out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm ALMOST done All Blues. Almost. I have about 10 bars left to solidify. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If you feel like sending my parents money so they can get me an iPod for my birthday...that would be pretty cool... [I know...ick...iPods....but I need one...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(you can also talk to Britt, or Christine, or any of my other few friends.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?                                    I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-116304203814515747?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116304203814515747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116304203814515747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116304203814515747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116304203814515747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/even-when-i-know-youre-wrong.html' title='Even when I know you&apos;re wrong..'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116286036955829612</id><published>2006-11-06T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:48:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I just ate a lot of chocolate that I shouldn't have. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to think....but the last time I did that...I didn't like it very much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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'm going nowhere and I'm going to take my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's hard to say a healing word when your tongue is paralyzed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sorry that I'm not always there when I should be. It's just that sometimes I have to pay attention to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm just not so good at picking the right times for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/16340359-116286036955829612?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116286036955829612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116286036955829612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116286036955829612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116286036955829612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/blue-teeth.html' title='Blue teeth'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116284320908592855</id><published>2006-11-06T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:05:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl with the hair.</title><content type='html'>Oh the jitter. Oh the bug. The Jitterbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the Joyous News Be Spread. Let the Joyous News be Spread. The Wicked Old Witch...At Last...Is Dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee right now would be amazing. Actually. Or an Iced Cappucino with chocolate milk and whipped cream (but not from the Tim's on Southland and Elbow...their whipped cream is far too dense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  and I'm in the Christmas Play  "I Witness"  By Peter and Tim Robinson.  tee hee.  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do re me fa so la ti do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ugh. I almost didn't sleep at all last night. I was cold and shaking and scared. That's pretty much all I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-116284320908592855?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116284320908592855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116284320908592855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116284320908592855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116284320908592855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/girl-with-hair.html' title='The girl with the hair.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116260792998732070</id><published>2006-11-03T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:38:50.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all pick our noses.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about hanging out with some friends....but it seems they all work during the only times I'm not busy....so tuesday, friday, saturday and sunday nights.    Then I was thinking about my friends....and how none of them really know each other since I pretty much only have one from each place I go.  that's ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's a smile in your heart, there's no better time to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the joy you'll find when you leave the world behind and bid your fears goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fly.  in your dreams. if you really want to. &lt;br /&gt;just don't come in my dreams...apparently people only die in those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beep, beep, beep, beep... yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-116260792998732070?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116260792998732070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116260792998732070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116260792998732070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116260792998732070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-all-pick-our-noses.html' title='We all pick our noses.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116170214501740519</id><published>2006-10-24T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:02:25.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a void...</title><content type='html'>It has been 8 months and 2 days.  yipee. 4 more months to go. that's exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite lonely.  quite.  I'm eternally grateful for people such as Brittany, Jenni, Peter, Amanda, Berkley and Jonathan.  Without those people it would just be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hamster hasn't escaped for a few weeks.  I think the cage is fixed, either that, or he's tired of falling off my 5 drawer high dresser.  That must hurt...considering he's so small.  Oh dear Sir Knightly.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hiccoughed twice in a row*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to get report cards today, but I'm not actually in a class, or on a list...so I defeinately don't have mine....it's like I'm a nobody to the school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*it's usually only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go for some coffee right about now.  I really could.  if you want, you can bring me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO MY JAZZ CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;This Wednesday, October 25th, 7pm, Dr. E.P. Scarlett's Theater.  Come early for better seating!&lt;br /&gt;---------------I even have more than one solo.  I'm featured in a piece---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have a good time, I promise [unless there's a fat man beside you taking up half your seat who smells like smoke and talks the whole way through.]   [but I'll be wearing red pants, so that should make it all better...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go before the bell does.  [it's almost like a race, wait a second, it IS like a race (but I already know when the bell is going to ring, so I can win, for the first time in my life it WON'T be by sticking my chest out.)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-116170214501740519?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116170214501740519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116170214501740519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116170214501740519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116170214501740519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-in-void.html' title='Lost in a void...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-116076129561886884</id><published>2006-10-13T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:41:35.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of..</title><content type='html'>Anyone want to help me pay for that airplane ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I thought I knew the fun that it meant, but that changed.  I think this fun will be just as good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[If not better]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting still for Gerry to contact me...it would be nice to know soon [about CYJO]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm so sad that I can't be in the Christmas play this year.  Ever so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone, I love you.  Please post our pictures. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um, Just wondering, why don't the French Immersion students at my school count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-116076129561886884?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116076129561886884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=116076129561886884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116076129561886884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/116076129561886884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/speaking-of.html' title='Speaking of..'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-115989548972988664</id><published>2006-10-03T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:11:29.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're going to go to DisneyLand</title><content type='html'>"An airplane ride soon in your future is going to bring you to fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-115989548972988664?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115989548972988664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=115989548972988664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115989548972988664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115989548972988664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-going-to-go-to-disneyland.html' title='You&apos;re going to go to DisneyLand'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-115782584155359542</id><published>2006-09-09T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:17:21.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again!</title><content type='html'>Ok, well, seems like for now this is working....&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much a run down of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Camp- The Krazy Kitty Katz: 2 Campers, 6 and 7, great kids, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday 1- The Swimmers: 6 Campers, 7, also great kids, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday 2- 8 Campers, 7 and 8, worst week, but mostly great kids, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday 3- The Twinkies: 6 Campers, excellent week, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Teen Camp- 4 Campers, awesome week (with the campers), I'll never forget, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Music Camp- It was ok. I got my braces off.  YAY!  I lost my ring. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;Huntsville- WOW.  I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Territioral- I'm going back. every single year, until I'm too old.&lt;br /&gt;First week of school- Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-115782584155359542?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115782584155359542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=115782584155359542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115782584155359542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115782584155359542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-again.html' title='Back Again!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-115126857426012986</id><published>2006-06-25T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:49:34.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLL ROLL ROLL and ROCK.  CRAP.</title><content type='html'>SOooooo...&lt;br /&gt;Someone keeps bugging me to update this more [something to do with the fact that they like reading it??  I think that's WACK, but whatever]  (Lando would be happy that I just said  "WACK"...I'm so gangsta! [HA!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyyyways....I really want the new Three Days Grace Album, but I don't think I'll be able to get it.  There's also a pair of sandals at Old Navy that I would also like to purchase.  Maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get my learner's this wednesday morning, I guess I should start studying for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy right now, with plans to see a different person every day.  I actually like it quite a lot.  People want to see me before I go away to camp (that's this friday you know...)  I'm glad though, because when Marcel get's back from Slovakia (I'm learning that language, it sure is exciting.  I can count to 5 forwards and backwards and I can also say a few other words too, like please and thank you.  ask me to say them sometime, I would like that) July 19th, he's going to get a bunch of friends together (BRITT:  you need to get your phone number to him so he can invite you too, ask me for his email address) to come camping for a weekend.  I think that would be sooper cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps.  today we've been dating for 2 months]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new roller blades too...they're sooper dooper sweet, I'm pretty excited about that.  I've been in them everyday since (yay)  [thanks for taking me home to get them today, Joey]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something else to say, but I really don't remember what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically if you want to stalk me this week, this is what I'm going to be doing:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sunday(today)::making cds (sitting at the computer) and cleaning my room, and reading to get my learner's&lt;br /&gt;::Monday(tomorrow)::going to ortho, then Mark and Jenni are coming over at noon, Mark's leaving at 4, and I don't know about Jenni, we haven't discussed it.&lt;br /&gt;::Tuesday(tomorrow's tomorrow)::Packing, studying for learner's, sleeping then hanging out with Danny (we haven't really made plans though...so we're not sure what we're going to do)&lt;br /&gt;::Wednesday(a bunch of days from now)::getting my learner's, then Matt's coming over at noon, then we're meeting with Telly and going to her house for a bunch of hours&lt;br /&gt;::Thursday(the day before I leave)::packing some more, doing last minute cleaning, Telly's party&lt;br /&gt;::Friday(the day I leave)::leaving at 9AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun stalking me!! (I know you will Claire::ps.  he's not a virgin, but I don't think he wants to be used. I could give you his email if you want it. I remember that you leave soon.  I'm going to miss you the most I think.  You and Greg and Paul and Britt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-115126857426012986?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115126857426012986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=115126857426012986' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115126857426012986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115126857426012986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/roll-roll-roll-and-rock-crap.html' title='ROLL ROLL ROLL and ROCK.  CRAP.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-115022837192771964</id><published>2006-06-13T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:52:51.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to...</title><content type='html'>Calrin, Simone, Anne, Fraser, Sarah, Chris, Kristy, David, Delaney, Ashlin, Justin, Claire, Marcel, Jarett, Robbie, and Christine...HAPPY BIRTHDAY.  (they all have birthdays this month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to do a presentation, so that's what I will go to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for yearbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(today is Claire's birthday.  18.  yay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-115022837192771964?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115022837192771964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=115022837192771964' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115022837192771964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115022837192771964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Birthday to...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-115014468233218175</id><published>2006-06-12T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:38:02.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS</title><content type='html'>2 down, 3 to go.  It's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do camp.  I can't do it.  There's only one way.  J-E-S-U-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot is still hurting.  There's nothing wrong though, I don't think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had time for people.  I have too many things going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps.  if anyone wants to hang out with me anytime soon....well....I've got like 3 weeks from now open....if you want to help me pack for camp...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-115014468233218175?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115014468233218175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=115014468233218175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115014468233218175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/115014468233218175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams.html' title='EXAMS'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114977999332154655</id><published>2006-06-08T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:19:53.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting.... votes?</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of birthday's this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get away this weekend.  I really like getting away.  I'll have to do a bunch of studying during freetime though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUREN.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114977999332154655?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114977999332154655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114977999332154655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114977999332154655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114977999332154655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/counting-votes.html' title='Counting.... votes?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114901930393868205</id><published>2006-05-30T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:01:43.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, no you don't.  monday.  monday you'll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he doesn't like him either. that's fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyone here right now is so unimpressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want a bottle of Coca Cola.&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/16340359-114901930393868205?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114901930393868205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114901930393868205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114901930393868205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114901930393868205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-i-have-yours.html' title='Do I Have Yours?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114857137158104115</id><published>2006-05-25T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:39:00.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz, Buzz, Tuxedo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It only took me from 4:45 to 7:30 last night to do Christine's nails for grad. Not bad I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Both of her parents thought that she was wearing fake nails. Oh Yeah. I'm just that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm going to a real party. for the first time. that's probably exciting. I'll know once I get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jazz performance tonight. It's going to be tough in the specific attire. So tough. I will survive. ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yesterday I made Hamlet, the great Dane, look like a danish puked up. it was harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The beginning of a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since the day it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yipee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know for sure that's exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fo Shizzle.&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/16340359-114857137158104115?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114857137158104115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114857137158104115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114857137158104115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114857137158104115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/buzz-buzz-tuxedo.html' title='Buzz, Buzz, Tuxedo.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114849184970541153</id><published>2006-05-24T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:30:49.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies and a broken microwave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It seems that once there aren't parents at home everything starts going wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm never going to get my braces off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I guess I'll have to get used to them being my best friends for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There's nothing better I could wish for than a mouth full of metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We're doing fine though, and I'm busy endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Life might slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...in September...&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/16340359-114849184970541153?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114849184970541153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114849184970541153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114849184970541153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114849184970541153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/cookies-and-broken-microwave.html' title='cookies and a broken microwave.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114796865957552617</id><published>2006-05-18T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:10:59.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All those blazzy jues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm angry with people right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;does "partner work" mean you do it on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...last time I checked, it didn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It frustrates me that people are so disrespectful of others, but there's really nothing I can do about other people's immaturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The work is done now anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I really want to go to a 60's dance party.  Any one up for that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm ok with the fact that, once again, I look like a tomato.  I think maybe the look suits me.  It goes well with my hair anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad should start his own smoothie business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They taste better than those of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Julius.&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/16340359-114796865957552617?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114796865957552617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114796865957552617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114796865957552617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114796865957552617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-those-blazzy-jues.html' title='All those blazzy jues....'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114796582509627816</id><published>2006-05-18T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:23:45.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;he has a trampoline, and I like to bounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's as simple as that.&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/16340359-114796582509627816?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114796582509627816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114796582509627816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114796582509627816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114796582509627816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-will_18.html' title='I Will.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114788568319519918</id><published>2006-05-17T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:08:03.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-ka-ta-ka tee-kee-tee-kee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm eating nachos with cheese sauce.  It's spicey, and I wasn't expecting that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our concert last night was satisfactory.  We didn't do very well with Tocatta, but Rhaspsody In Blue was amazing.  AJ is just that fantastic.  My solos were ok.  the first was better than the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marcel won the citizenship award, I was proud of him, he really deserves it.  Every word Mr. Brown said about him was true.  [yay!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was also happy that Laura came to the concert, it made me feel special that she was supporting me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As far as memorizing Hamlet goes, I did it, and it only took another 2 and a half hours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I shut off my light about 2:10 am this morning once I finished it.  I'm quite pleased with myself that I was able to pull it off, hopefully I don't have to present it today.  It would indeed be nice to have another night to make it solid and well-learnèd.  -teehee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114788568319519918?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114788568319519918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114788568319519918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114788568319519918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114788568319519918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/ta-ka-ta-ka-tee-kee-tee-kee.html' title='ta-ka-ta-ka tee-kee-tee-kee'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114780016616132446</id><published>2006-05-16T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:22:46.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Brittany walked across the hall...THEN SHE WALKED BACK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I AM not allowed to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maybe it's because she's 17 now or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that must be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm buying her present as soon as I fix my bed head and my mother puts not pyjamas on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tonight: band concert, 7 pm, Craigie Hall, 7$ at the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;be there, or...you know the rest of that...or be a pancake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's time to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh and i've done some memorizing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Is it not monstrous that this player here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but in a fiction, in a dream of passion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;could force his sould to his own conceit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that from her working all [his] visage wanned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tears in his eyes, distractions in his aspects... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that's all i know for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yay new cds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114780016616132446?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' 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the sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;completely unsound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We tried to rescue him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;spare his dear life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We tried to save him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;from such strife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Failure took over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;from an attempt to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Failure of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;for one so brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was running in high-heeled shoes, and I fell on a rock, and it got stuck in my knee (I was about 9 years old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pictures, posters, a grass mat covered in key chains, art, clothes, writing, mirrors, words, pop eye boxes, more pictures, pretty much anything to cover the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Divided.  heck yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11:06 pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6.WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chocoalte milk. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Huntsville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4 things...my blankie, my snoopy pillow, sydney and my trumpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SMELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Vanilla and gasoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chantal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it depends on how good it looks on that particular guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe when I'm parachuting.  or if he made a movie about our relationship with like puppets or something then at the end he has the guy puppet asking the girl puppet to marry him (the girl puppet would be me), that would be pretty awesome.  I would really like that actually, seeing as I don't parachute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;16.COFFEE OR ENEGY DRINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;meat and mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i want pizza now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Probably Fraser.  He's still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20. DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There's no such thing as being double jointed...so no I'm not, but I do have some sooper flexibility in my left thumb joint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;24. FAVOURITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Suzy Shier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shelby Cobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't think I would be able to stop loving them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;blondes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;283-6159&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF CANADA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;36. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Huntsville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kitchen Staff at Pine Lake Camp (after a million babysitting jobs and I was a tutor for a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Blogging, listening to music, chatting...and doing homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;40.IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IT BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lisa did first, and I like Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Write politicians and say that they're making some religious traditions illegal, and they shouldn't mess with christian laws because anyone who is christian will follow what God says, not human laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A plane ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 or 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no. well, my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;57. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No, I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;these ones (the bolded ones) \&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thursday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe ham, but i'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmm. Eminem? it probably would have been Simple Plan, but I gave that one away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Totally, I'm so awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Claire, Brittany or Christine, or anyone I don't like (so that they get grumpy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my straws kit. and jazy jewelry, and barbies.  jasmine and I played barbies until we were 12 and 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maybe 64.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no, I never, ever use sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;64. EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kindness and respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Al, Allie, Alli-Gator, Spoony, Toes, Cherry Tomato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;67. DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;369. WHO IS YOUR CRUSH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not telling..kidding...Marcel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Moose tracks, heavenly hash, chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU WENT ON A DATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was a friday, and I'll be on one tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE COLOURS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lime green, orange and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;73. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;74. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stephen, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't really care. sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jodi-Divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7 oatmeal chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everything on their head, and clothes (since that's really all I see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;80. FAVOURITE SONG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think there are like 37 on my list right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;81. FAVOURITE THING TO HATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;coat hangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;82. FAVOURITE DRINKS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chocolate milkshakes, coffee, hot chocolate and root beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;83. FAVOURITE ZODIAC SIGN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it doesn't matter to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;84. FAVOURITE SPORTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;badminton and hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;85. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;something unnatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;86. EYE COLOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;blue or green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;89. FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;America's Funniest Home Vidoes.  (it's only because American's are dumb that way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;99. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hamlet, Desecration, Great Expectations, Psalms, Bousille et les Justes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;100. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There's probably someone somewhere.  I don't know if I've met them yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&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/16340359-114758281172646322?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114758281172646322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114758281172646322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114758281172646322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114758281172646322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-how-girly-i-am.html' title='This is how girly I am...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114757932936741126</id><published>2006-05-13T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:02:09.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DO IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I _____ Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison is ____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If I were alone in a room with Allison I would _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think Allison should _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison needs _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want to ____ with Allison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison can ____ my ____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison will _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Worst thing about Allison is _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Best thing about Allison is _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison reminds me of _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Without Allison __________. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison can be _____. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When I met Allison____________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am ________ with Allison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I get _____every time I see Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison makes me feel all_______inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think Allison is_______. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think Allison should ________ with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison and I are _______. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I want to _____ Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Allison is my _______.&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/16340359-114757932936741126?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114757932936741126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114757932936741126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114757932936741126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114757932936741126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-it.html' title='DO IT!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114745772099478060</id><published>2006-05-12T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:15:21.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's unfortunate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DYB is done. it's over, nothing else this year....and knowing the people in it this year, it will likely not be in existance next year.  But just so everyone is clear, this is my own opinion.  the only solid facts are that there are no more rehearsals, we're still without a leader, and we're not playing and the &lt;em&gt;FORWARD 2006&lt;/em&gt; event.  Should I advertise for that?  Should I be glad that other youth events were cancelled for this &lt;em&gt;HUGE &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;GREAT&lt;/em&gt; event?  It's too bad that there's nothing going on for youth across our division.  it's a real shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;on a happier note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; a nice little old lady gave me some pretty jewelry, that was friendly of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Claire's field hockey team is doing an amazing job, mostly because she's a fabulous goaly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm "editing" some friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Marcel is coming over after school today, and we're having a picnic with Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quench is at Glenmore tomorrow night.  I thought about going, then I realised that no one other than Carlin and I (with a friend each) went to the Quench at our church.  We get no support from other corps.  I might not go.  This also means that the 20 dollar fun night will be moved to 2 weeks from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Joey gave me a Mad Caddies CD last evening, and I like it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;on a more serious note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I slept no more than 2 hours last night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Could everyone please pray for Chantal and Steven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;School is overwhelming and I don't like people.  [with some exceptions]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;everyone should come to the band concert next week.  it's on tuesday, the 16th, at 7pm in Craigy Hall (U of C).  Tickets are 7 dollars at the door.  we're playing some great music...and I have solos (that in itself makes it worth it to go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hate that I have 5 exams this semester, but I'll survive them, since I can only study for 2 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't like coat hangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;on a goofy note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I need to get Chantal's bra back to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I covered my laundry hampers with stuffed animals because I was too lazy to put all the clean clothes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It was too late for me to use the vacuum at 3 in the morning, so I picked all the little bits off the floor with my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm looking forward to brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my boyfriend is a rockstar, and a cheese puff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Austin likes my hair, he thinks it looks cute on me (and he called me his bud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Survivor on Sunday...9-12 yipee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my hair is "copper blast"---quite orange indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114745772099478060?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114745772099478060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114745772099478060' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114745772099478060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114745772099478060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-unfortunate.html' title='That&apos;s unfortunate.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114680124790433616</id><published>2006-05-04T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:54:07.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Statements of Pure Honesty                                                                                                           Instructions:Write fifteen statements,                                                           Intended to different people.                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Never tell which one is to who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.  i miss you more than anyone, and more than you could ever imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. what can i say? if i was a boy, we would be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. no one has ever treated me better than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. you're arrogant, racist, egotistical, annoying and no one likes you. grow up. and everyone is too good for you.  even your boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. i'm sorry that we're not that close. it's just not easy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. get wings to fly so that you can visit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. i'm glad we're friends, i'm glad we got over it, and i'm glad that we're so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;8. you compliment my stupidity, and my box is bigger than yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. you used me, you made me feel like crap, and you're lucky i even talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10. i never want to see you again. ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11. creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. i forgive you for what you did to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13. you're like a little sister to me, don't ever forget that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;14. i wish things didn't end the way they did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;15. you used to be there, you used to talk to me, you used to be my best friend...you used to care.&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/16340359-114680124790433616?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114680124790433616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114680124790433616' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114680124790433616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114680124790433616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/pure.html' title='Pure'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114670669964977207</id><published>2006-05-03T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:27:03.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2. Marcel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. Jackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99cc99;"&gt;4. Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. Kristyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66ff;"&gt;7. Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099cc;"&gt;9. Britt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;10. Eymeric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11. Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;12. Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;13. Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. Jordana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;15. Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16. Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;17. Skoch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;18. Nav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;19. Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;20. Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21. Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;the interview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. How did you meet 14? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I babysit her from church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2. What would you do if you had never met 6? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'd be lonley at school, and miss a lot of hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd ask Britt what the heck she's doing dating 22 year olds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Did you ever like 5? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was her boyfriend for a couple of days once. I love her so much &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Would 4 and 12 make a good couple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No, not likely. they're different kinds of weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.6. Describe 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;my wifey!! Jenni is sooper pretty and cool. yeah Grease! I've had oh-so-many awesome times with her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Do you think 13 is attractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I haven't really thought about it. I think I like his hair longer though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;8. Tell me something humiliating about 17? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I really don't know where to start. He isn't easily humiliated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, I know her, her mother and her brother. we don't mention her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10.What's 21's favorite colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't know, and I don't think it matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed they liked you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'd ask if she was feeling alright, hug her, and tell her that i'm sorry we can't be together (but I'd really just think she was on drugs..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. What language does 20 speak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nobody, but she needs to tell a certain person that she likes him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;14. What is 2's favorite band? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hopefully his own. I know he likes DragonForce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. Would you ever date 7? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We don't suit each other, so not likely, but Greg is totally awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;16. Would you ever date 1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hehe. oh Claire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;17. Is 11 single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. Do you hate 21? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nope. but i don't like him as much as I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;19. What is 16's last name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's funny you should ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;20. What school does 3 go to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Scarlett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;21. Are number 7 &amp;amp; 8 best friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nope, but they are friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;22. Did 10 ever piss you off or make you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;yup. haha. yes very much so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. How long have you known 15? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;about a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24. What is 19's middle name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;25. Who is more attractive.....13 or 20? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll have to go with 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.26. What is 8's parents names? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I should know this. I believe it's Corinne...and dad is unknown.&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/16340359-114670669964977207?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114670669964977207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114670669964977207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114670669964977207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114670669964977207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored..'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114667583762383610</id><published>2006-05-03T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:08:45.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cc99;"&gt;I'm going to learn...one day...eventually...how to think BEFORE I talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;except when I don't think...that's when the funny things come out. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;WOaH!! You're hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0099;"&gt;Oh fAntAstIc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114667583762383610?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114667583762383610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114667583762383610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114667583762383610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114667583762383610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114626791851656419</id><published>2006-04-28T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:29:04.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>List #55- Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1] Dancing 2] Sloppy Joes 3] Ice Cream 4] Pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;icles 5] Walking 6] Listening to music 7] Snow A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ngels 8] Perfect Snow Flakes 9] Laughing 10] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kurt&lt;/span&gt; 11] Hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gging &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul &lt;/span&gt;12] Seeing Smile 13] Yellow Tulips 14] Chocolate B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ars 15] Leaning Against Someone 16] Playing My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Trumpet 17] The Beatles 18] Making Lists 19] Writ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ing on my Wall 20] Laughing with&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Christine&lt;/span&gt; 21] Spending Time with&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Philip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;22] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt; 23] Jazz 24] Mr. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calqhoun&lt;/span&gt; 25] Bub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ble Gum 26] Baths 27] Kisses 28] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; 29] Being in my Room 30] Meeting&lt;/span&gt; New People 31] Chomping Carrots 32] Skipping in the Halls 33] Kicki&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ng Fluffy Snow 34] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; 35] Youth Group 36] Hugs ‘n’ Kisses 37] Platopi 38] Kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;garoos 39] Red Pandas 40] Going to the Zoo 41] Finger Painting 42] Dressing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Up 43] Getting my Hair Cut 44] Colorful Bandaids 45] Boys Who Keep Promises 46] B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ubbles 47] Chicken Little 48] Quoting Movies 49] &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaitlyn&lt;/span&gt;'s Laugh 50] Cuddling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;51] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jenni&lt;/span&gt; Dumping Water On &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eymeric &lt;/span&gt;52] Laughing in Legal with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brittany&lt;/span&gt; 53] "S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;olutions, Acids, Bases, and Gases" 54] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt; 55] Being Told I'm Beautiful 56] "wtf?!?! You're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Single?!?!" 57] Photographs 58] Coloring 59] Tin Foil 60] Keychains 61] Cheese Strings 62] Popcorn Wraps 63] Stuffed Animals 64] Casette Tapes 65] Mixed CDs 66] Old Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;uples 67] Purple 68] Brown 69] Lime Green 70]&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dad&lt;/span&gt;’s Kisses 71] Clock Radios 72] Writing on Thi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ngs 73] Making New Friends 74] When Someone Calls Me By Name 75] Getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a Letter in the Mail 76] Singing Along to the Radio 77] Babies 78] Puppies 79] Fish 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;0] Animal Crackers 81] Peanut Butter 82] Hot Chocolate 83] White Chocolate 84] Soft Kleenex 85] Colors 86] Home-Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de Cards 87] Clean Laundry 88] This Number 89] Underwear 90] The # 80—Looks Like a Broken Snowm&lt;/span&gt;an 91] Doodling 92] Zippers 93] Ponies 94] Treat Bags 95] Birth&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;day Parties 96] New Year’s Kisses 97] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grandma Mae&lt;/span&gt; 98] Playing Dress Up 99] Coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100] Chocolate Coconut Cream Pie 101] The Way&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Mike&lt;/span&gt; Says “Hello Allison” 102] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;103] Feeling the Breath of Someone I Care About On My Neck 104] Car Rides&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;105] Dinopops 106] Painting My Nails 107] Wearing Slippers 108] Chemistry 109] Being Fl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;attered 110] Oldies 111] Squiggles 112] Claire 113]Chocolate Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ip Cookie Dough 114] Soft Blankets 115] Bumble Bees 116] Butterflies 117] Feeling Pretty 118] When Someone’s Really There 119] Lisa 120] Walking in the Snow 121] Reading a G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ood Book 122] Fuzzy Blankets 123] Beanie Buddies 124] High-heeled Shoes 125] Some B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oys 126] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Valleau&lt;/span&gt; 127] Tea 128] “dude” 129] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;’s Game 130] Great Mig Sea 131] Giggling 132] Survivor Bible St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;udy 132] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt; 133] Grease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;134] Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy 135] Toast 136] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Skoch&lt;/span&gt; 137] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie&lt;/span&gt; 138] Fortune Cookies 139] How Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rd &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jory&lt;/span&gt; Is 140] Staples 141] Ribbon 142] Cute Boys 143] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt; 144] Glow Sticks 145] Being Cozy Warm 146] Happy Dreams 147] Moolattes 148] Tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc00ff;"&gt;king to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt; 149] Getting Telephone Calls 150] Triangles 151] Talking to&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 152] Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;zies 153] Remote Controls 154] Bruce Almighty 155] numbers 156] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;uren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; 157] Tea 158] Valentines 159] Scarves 160] Mittens 161] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;'s Sermons 162] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jordana&lt;/span&gt; 163] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; 164] Veggie Tales 165] Peppers 166] "You Have a Shoe, and I Have a Pot, But When You Look Deeper There's More That W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e've Got" 167] Sleeping 168] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Philip&lt;/span&gt;'s Laugh 169] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nav&lt;/span&gt; 170] Bounty Bars 171] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Cross-Legged 172] Laying on the Floor 173] The Wars 174] Dimes 175] Mushrooms 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;76] Dates 177] Mountains 178] Drawings by Little Kids 179] Googley-Eyes 180] *E-mac* 181] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tristan&lt;/span&gt; Who Grows H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is Hair 182] Winnie the Pooh 183] Slinkees 184] Light Bulbs 185] Paint Brushes 186] Pineapple 187] Movies 188] Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ese Food 189] Dresses 190] A Boat Like Gideon Brown 191] Getting out of the House 192] Meeting [nice] Hot/Cute Boys 193] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;194] Hiccoughs 195] My Favourite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pair of Socks 196] M&amp;amp;M's Peanuts 197] Slippers 198] Roller Blading 199] Flowers 200] The Sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ile On His Face When He's Looking into My Eyes 201] Wild Animals 202] South Meadows 203] My Ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;om 204] Staplers 205] Being Relaxed 206] Spring Break 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7] Legal Studies 208] No Homework 209] Getting Excited 210] Clean Clothes 211] Making Things 212] Dad's Coated Variety Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ck Oatmeal Cookies 213] Being Outside 214] Dr. Pepper 215] Barg's Root Beer 216] Icicles 217] Cookie Crumbs 218] My Tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mpet 219] Dancing With Somebody 220] Talking to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt; 221] Laughing With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;auren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; 222] Spiders 223] Stickers 224] Old Phrases 225] Sleeping Through the Night 226] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;styn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; 227] &lt;strong&gt;Phi&lt;/strong&gt;rsts With &lt;strong&gt;Phi&lt;/strong&gt;lip 228] Lauren 229] Hair Curlers 230] Stephen 231] Stephen 232] Stephen 233] Stephen 234] Stephen 235] Stephen 236] Stephen 237] Stephen 238] Stephen 239] Stephen 240] Stephen 241] Hiking 242] Daniel 243] Pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tty Writing 244] Substitute Teachers 245] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maegan &lt;/span&gt;seeting Me Up With People (Mostly Boys) 246] Cotton Candy 147] Coffee 248] The Telephone 249] Gasoline 250] Kentu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cky Fried Chicken 251] Bus Rides 252] Deoderant 253] Hairspray 254] Smooth Teeth 255] Binders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;256] Duotangs 257] Tiaras 258]&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Emma&lt;/span&gt; 259] Hot Chocolate 260] Chocolate Chip Cookies 261] Whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ped Cream 262] Krispie Kreme Doughnuts 263]&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Welby&lt;/span&gt; 264] Chri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stian Boys (Real Ones) 265] French Fries 266] Cute Poems 267] Interesting Facts 268] Alligators 269] Airplanes 270] La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bs 271] Sesame Street 272] Granola Bars 273] Getting Picked Up For Dates 274] Making T-Shirts 275] Comfortable Bras 276] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Bottles 278] Valentine's Day Cards 279] Boy Chats with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maegan&lt;/span&gt; 280] Hamburger Helper 281] Getting My Homework Done On Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or Early 282] Being Flattered 283] Tooth Brushes 284] Gum 285] Tooth Paste 286] Elmo 287] Things Going Greatly 288] Being Young 289] Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ange 290] Tan Lines 291] Bikinis 292] Joey 293] Class Discussions 294] Tattoos 295] S'mores 296] Cameras 297] Starbucks 298] M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SN 299] Chicken Noodle Soup 300] The Incredibles 301] Easter Candy 302] Cadbury Cream Eggs 303] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ir Knightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; 304] Clean Hands 305] Shaving gel 306] Whipped Cream 307] Lucky Charms 308] Getting Away From Home 309] Pennies and Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mes 310] Matches 311] Tin Cans 312]&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Jesus&lt;/span&gt; 313] French Fries 314] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hugs 315] Holding Hands 316] Toes 317] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt; 318] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lando&lt;/span&gt; 319] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;320] Suit Cases 321] Back Packs 322] Cheese Buns 323] Cinnamon rolls 324] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; 325] Mutes 326] Buddy 327] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greg&lt;/span&gt; 328] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marcel&lt;/span&gt; 329] Chocolate Covered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peanuts 330] Airpants 331] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kathleen&lt;/span&gt; 332] Chewing Gum 333] Paper 334] The Gr. 12s 335] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jackie&lt;/span&gt; 336] Manw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hiches 337] Fuzzy Peaches 338] Hockey 339] Finisheing Something 340] Inside Jokes 341] Electrical Outlets 342] Graphing Calculators 343] Pirates 344] Frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dly People 345] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 346] Interesting People 347] Wearing a Ring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;348] &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt; 349] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brittany &lt;/span&gt;350] Platform Maze 351] Captain Keen 353] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Johnny&lt;/span&gt; 353] Concerts&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/16340359-114626791851656419?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114626791851656419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114626791851656419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114626791851656419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114626791851656419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/list-55-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='List #55- Things that make me happy'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114624723408300260</id><published>2006-04-28T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:00:34.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do YOU have an internal vacuum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woo I'm excited to go hiking tonight.  I haven't been out for a couple of weeks.  I wish my knees&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;weren't hurting though, it's a pain in the [legs].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;people are playing annoying songs right now.  I want to play some divided, but my computer has no sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;that's frustrating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Laura says Marcel looks like an underfed rock star...that's a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the article/interview about me in the paper is funny.  they quoted me directly for most of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"fantastically fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114624723408300260?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114624723408300260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114624723408300260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114624723408300260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114624723408300260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-have-internal-vacuum.html' title='do YOU have an internal vacuum?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114615384773624688</id><published>2006-04-27T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:04:07.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yipee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so Marcel asked me out.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      ......and now we're dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just thought I would let everyone know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's about all I have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[so, I will be putting a ring on when I get home]&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/16340359-114615384773624688?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114615384773624688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114615384773624688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114615384773624688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114615384773624688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/yipee.html' title='yipee!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114599432865305074</id><published>2006-04-25T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:38:30.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SunPeaks Tour 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;--"well...you put the plug in the electrical outlet..." ~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;--"where's Ashley? Oh, she's putting her underwear away." ~Breanne--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--"I wear a C-cup. That size doesn't exist in Jr. High" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;--"here, use my belt, you can give it back later" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--"I have nothing against him, except that he's an ass...and he should apologize to me"~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--"Our stupidity compliments each other" ~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;--"I wonder if I can fit this pop can in my mouth!" "Claire can do it"~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;--"can I try some cake?" "yup, it's yummy" "WOW!" "i know, like an orgasm for the mouth" "this is amazing!" "Claire should have some, it will get her fluids going" ~Marcel~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--"you compliment my stupidity"~me to Britt--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;--"So I know this boy who wlaks up to me, farts, then leaves"~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;--"Everywhere you go smells!"~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;--"I'm in the bottom bunk, so come rape me" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;--"why aren't we dating?" "because you're not a lesbian" "oh yeah!" ~Claire and me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;--"I'll kick your ass so hard you'll get pregnant" ~me--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;--"I'm going to the bathroom, if I'm not back in 3.5 seconds, Will come find me" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;--"So does she want to do the cheesecake?" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--"Hi Mr. Jewitt! We're watching junior high girls!" ~Marcel--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--"Blues brothers turn me on" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--"The doctors thought I had ADD but my parents were all like fuck that shit" ~Mike--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;--"Oh no you diin't" ~Claire--&lt;/span&gt;&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/16340359-114599432865305074?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114599432865305074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114599432865305074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114599432865305074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114599432865305074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunpeaks-tour-2006.html' title='SunPeaks Tour 2006'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114532626360966723</id><published>2006-04-17T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:11:03.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to my "sole" friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauren wins the prize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i would give you the caring friend who is always there to listen, even when you have your own crap going on in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i would give you the crazy fun friend who is always willing to look like a fool dancing crazy and painting on each other's faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i would give you the other crazy friend who will always sing along to shania and veggie tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i would give you the fragile friend who is sensitive and it's always lovely to care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i would give you the grumpy pmsing friend who knows how to shut the world out, but who also understands when i need to shut the world out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i would give you the serious friend who knows when something's not right, and even though you don't always have advice, you try to cheer me up anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i would give you the goofy friend who can laugh with me over msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i would give you the girly friend who helps me do my hair and makeup over msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i would give you the girly gossipy friend who always wants to hear about the latest male interest and sometimes even talk about her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i would give you the great music taste friend who is always willing to listen to new music and try somethng new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i would give you the prize for best friend for knowing me as well as i know myself, and maybe even better than i know myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114532626360966723?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114532626360966723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114532626360966723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114532626360966723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114532626360966723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-my-sole-friend.html' title='to my &quot;sole&quot; friend'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114513961485572940</id><published>2006-04-15T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:20:14.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today Claire and I were walking.&lt;br /&gt;we saw a car, the steering wheel was in the passenger's seat, same with the driver.&lt;br /&gt;he was hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114513961485572940?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114513961485572940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114513961485572940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114513961485572940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114513961485572940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-claire-and-i-were-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114479435471109652</id><published>2006-04-11T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:34:02.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If we're adding to the noise, turn off this song.</title><content type='html'>I like sharpies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go hiking again soon. I'm going on band tour. that's exciting. i need to remember to bring 12 dollars to school for that, and 25 for Big Phat Band, and 6 for Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should go to Philip's blog to see pictures and a video of me. &lt;a href="http://http://www3.telus.net/climbingkid/index_f.htm"&gt;http://http://www3.telus.net/climbingkid/index_f.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114479435471109652?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114479435471109652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114479435471109652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114479435471109652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114479435471109652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-were-adding-to-noise-turn-off-this.html' title='If we&apos;re adding to the noise, turn off this song.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114426506625780654</id><published>2006-04-05T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:24:26.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Mania.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Ryan's (Beadle) and Peter's (Robinson) birthdates.  Today is Ryan (Edgar). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a surprise party for Peter yesterday.  It was sooper exciting.  We had a pot luck dinner at the Robinson home (notice how I didn't say Goulding this time).  I made Shepherd's pie. ALL by myself. Fantastic.  It was a fine time for dining and talking, laughing and ...drinking punch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Moonlight Knights.  I've brought in a lot of donations for my group (my parents have helped a lot with that).  Philip's hair is fantastic, and he will be the best date I've ever had for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny asked me what he should wear, so did Paul.  I didn't tell either of them that though (they're brothers)  I wanted to make them match.  Danny argued that pink doesn't look good on him, and Paul argued that he didn't have any pink shirts.  that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might dance with Danny, if he asks like he said he was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MOM:  DANNY IS PAUL'S LITTLE BROTHER.  PAUL PLAYS THE TRUMPET AND THE PIANO.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, I'm hoping to get $10 from a parent so that I can go to Skoch's concert tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody go to &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/Divided1985"&gt;www.purevolume.com/Divided1985&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi is my personal favourite.&lt;br /&gt;I might have trouble getting to the College though, on my own.  Or I could just be like Hedley and always be on my own.  HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114426506625780654?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114426506625780654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114426506625780654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114426506625780654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114426506625780654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday-mania.html' title='Birthday Mania.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114403463697821131</id><published>2006-04-02T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:23:57.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So RUN DOWN of everything I did for this spectacular spring break.  the most ACTION-PACKED one I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Friday, March 24th-I didn't go anywhere.  I chilled at home, did a bit of homework. I talked on the phone with several people as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Saturday, March 25th- Snowshoeing in Kananaskis Country with Philip, David, Amber, Chris, Brad, Steph, Steve, Joel and Jacob.  We saw a lynx.  it was so fluffy.  I then went to Banff with Philip and David, hoping to meet up with Alicia and the gang, but that didn't happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We got Greek food for dinner. I didn't really like it.  There was lamb in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Firsts for the day: seeing a lynx, snowshoeing, greek food, lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunday, March 26th-Church was exciting. The sermon was "A New Way To Be Human VI". I worked on homework and relaxed for most of the day. Philip called me to plan our hiking trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Firsts for the day: I didn't have coffee at church for the first time this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday, March 27th-Philip picked me up at 8:17 am (he was 17 minutes late...but that doesn't seem to matter because we aren't dating).  We hiked Prairie Mountain.  The hike was from 9:30 to 6:00pm.  I was tired, but nothing could have stopped me, not even a bear. After the hike, we came home, (yes, Philip with me) we had tacos for supper [oddly, the same meal we had the last time philip was over], and then after planning our hike for tuesday, we looked at photographs on my wall, then watched the first 20 minutes of Madagascar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firsts for the day: Reached my first mountain summit (2175 meters), first hike of the year, someone wet in my room just to look at pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday, March 28th-Philip and I left the house at 8 o'clock am.  We hiked Porcupine creek.  This was a much less difficult and strenuous hike, so I considered it QUITE relaxing compared to Monday's adventure.  We were hiking from 10am until 3:30 pm.  We returned to Philip's house, had chicken, rice and green beans for dinner, with some milk and cookies aswell.  Then we did the dishes and played scrabble.  I creamed him.  it was great.  then TV came along and about 10pm Phil drove me home.  I called my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Firsts of the day: saw 2 bald eagles, first ground squirrel of the year, and a coyote ripped in 2, 2 eskimo kisses (first of the year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wednesday, March 29th-I practiced my trumpet, called lauren, did homework, and Jenni called me to remind me about Grease. yay!  it was a chill day.  I also chomped carrots and spun around in circles...while on the phone...AT THE SAME TIME!  now that takes skill...  AND I practiced the piano for Harry Potter.nothing really to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Firsts of the day: I called Lauren (first time this year), and practiced the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thursday, March 30th-Courtney's house. I met Paul at Anderson, then wet met Courtney at Fish Creek and walked to her house.  I SAW KRISTYN for the FIRST TIME since YOUTH COUNCILS.  Simone was there also, and three of court's friends from school.  I ate half a bag of All Dressed chips, 2 chocolate brownies, a lot of pie, 4 cans of pop..we walked to 7 eleven and Sobey's (that's where we bought the pie). then we went to the train station and got on. Simone, and Paul and Kristyn came over and kristyn had to go in my room!  hahaha!  later that night was Survivor Bible study.  exciting...MARA WAS THERE!! we talked about laura too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Firsts of the day: courtney's house, kristyn at mine, going in the new Ford, Mara at Bible Study...and CINNAMON BUNS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Friday, March 31st-I went to Anderson Station to meet up with Robbie (a friend from school), and there was a funny guy who thought he knew me and hugged me.  it was great.  then Robbie and I went to Petcetera and Toys R Us, and we went in the toy houses.   We also went in a dollar store and to KFC then walked around southland.  Talked on the phone with Maegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Firsts of the day: Hanging out with Rob outside of school, being hugged by a random person, going IN the toy houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday, April 1st-Kim and Ian's dad died of a heart attack in the morning.  I went to Jenni's house to watch Grease.  Jess was there aswell.  I had a sooper time on msn with lauren, hanging spoons from my nose, yawning and laughing maniacally.  Youth group was at Lloyd's, I was the only one there though.  Peter and Amanda and I had a fabulous time.  I also worked on homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Firsts of the day:  first time at Jenni's this year, seeing jess, going to Lloyd's, being the only one at YG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday, April 2nd-I did Children's time at church...read The Engine That Could.  Then we all went grocery shopping (all being my family, not the church) then i came home and i've talked on the phone with Jesse and I've been working on legal studies for a lot of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firsts of the day: children's time, shopping with all 4 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so there you have it.  I'll do pictures later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114403463697821131?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114403463697821131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114403463697821131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114403463697821131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114403463697821131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-break-2006.html' title='SPRING BREAK 2006'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114306697965538995</id><published>2006-03-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:36:19.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Eighties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found a lot of these MAJOR. like hilarious dude!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="AsIf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. I'd rather not. "Hey why don't you go out with that guy in the Izod shirt?" "AS IF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Awesome"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something extremely good, and exceptional example. ie. "That movie was awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Bad"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Good. ie. "That movie was bad, man." Used by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/cliques.shtml#Rapper"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;rapper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; stereotypes mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Barney"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. An unattractive male. ie. "He is such a Barney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Batcaver"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Batcaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Person who wears all black and listens to The Cure et al...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BBS"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Abv. Short for Bulitin Board System. Until the widespread popularity of the Internet around 1994 or so, this was the means for email and message postings. Basically, someone set up a computer which was left on 24 hours a day, and people would call it from their computers and use the system. Some offered over 100 phone lines and were networked with one another to provide message exchanges between remote systems and users. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/cliques.shtml#Hacker"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; used these to exchange pirated software with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Bitchin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bitchin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Superb, excellent. ie. "That's a bitchin' Camaro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Bodacious"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bodacious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. beautiful. ie. "That is one bodacious babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Bogus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bogus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Not good. ie. "I just died. That's pretty bogus." (2)Excl. Really not good. ie. "Aw man, that cop took my board." "Bogus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Bonus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Used to denote satisfaction or one's approval. ie. "My parents are going away next weekend, I'm throwing a party!" "Bonus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Boss"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. very cool. ie. "That version of the "Synchronicity" cover is boss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BowHead"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bow-Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Another name for preppie-usually a silly girl who wore a big bow in her hair. (Mid-to late eighties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Brody"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noen. Police officer. ie. "Slow down there is a Brody over there" Origin is from Roy Shiders lead roll as the police officer who sets out to kill the rogue shark in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/movies/jaws3d.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Chill"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Verb. To be calm. ie. "I'm chill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ChillPill"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chill Pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Take it easy. ie. "Take a Chill Pill! You're gonna get us all busted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Chillin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Verb. To be resting. ie. "I'm just chillin' with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Homey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;homey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'s in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Crib"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something really good and hip. ie. "That's a cool shirt." (2)Excl. Very good, very hip. ie. "I just scored tickets to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/bands/brucespringsteen.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" "Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="CoolBeans"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cool Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Cool, awesome, agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Crib"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Homeboy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;homeboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'s residence. ie. "I'm just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Chillin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Homey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;homey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'s in my crib."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="DamnSam"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Damn Sam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Wow. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Deck"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Deck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Verb. To beat someone up...ie. "I'm gonna deck you if you play that damn Raffi album again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Def"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Def&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something very hip. ie. "That jam was def."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Deke"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Deke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Verb. To fake someone out. ie. "I deked him out of his shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="DontHaveACow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't Have a Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Phrase. Remain calm, don't get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dork"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Someone who is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "Bill Gates is a real dork." (2)Noun. A penis. ie. "Stop playing with your dork and get out here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dope"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Very hip and with it. ie. "Those Addidas are dope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dude"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Someone who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. The opposite of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Dork"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. (2)Excl. A greeting. Used with a close friend that is considered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "Dude!" Origins of this context word can be traced to California. It was originally used in reference to a horse's penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dudette"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dudette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A woman who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. The opposite of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Dork"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. Not as commonly used as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Dude"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dudical"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dudical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Used to describe a place or thing as cool as someone dubbed a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Dude"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dufus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dufus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Someone who acts stupid. ie. "Only a dufus would play with matches." or "Don't be a dufus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Duh"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Stupid. Usually used with the word "like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Dweeb"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dweeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Someone who is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "Bill Gates is a real dweeb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Elite"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Elite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A person who has achieved a high status in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#BBS"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ing culture. ie. "He has a 9600 BAUD modem, he's elite now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Excellent"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Excellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="FerSure"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fer Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Phrase. Definitely. ie. "Do you want to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/bands/duranduran.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Duran Duran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;?" "Fer Sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="FiveO"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Five O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Police officer. ie. "Oh oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Chill"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, there's a Five O comin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Fly"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Very hip and with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Fresh"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Very new, used in reference to music a lot. ie. "His beat's real fresh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Funky"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Funky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Multiple meanings, 70's disco leftover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="GagMeWithASpoon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gag Me With a Spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Phrase. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Geek"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A person who is not hip, usually implies stupidity as well. ie. "Don't be such a geek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Generic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Generic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Of poor quality; poorly planned or executed. ie. "Hey man, do you like that new Atari game, Moon Patrol?" "Hell no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Dude"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;! That game is generic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="GetOut"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Get Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. I don't believe you. ie. "I got tickets to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/bands/duranduran.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Duran Duran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;." "Get Out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Goober"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Goober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Snot. ie. "Eww. You've got a goober showing." (2)Adj. Something stupid. ie. "Don't be such a goober."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Gnarly"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gnarly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Exceptional. ie. "That move you just did with your board was gnarly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Grodie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Grodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Disgusting. ie. "That garbage pail looks grodie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="GrossMeOut"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gross Me Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Grouse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Grouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Cool, its an Australian slang term. ie "That's so grouse man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="GrossMeOuttheDoor"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gross Me Out the Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Very Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Heavy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. A situation which is grave. ie. "This algebra test is heavy." Most notable use of this phrase was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/movies/backtothefuture.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; by the lad character portrayed by Michael J. Fox. The origins of this use can be traced to the sixties when it referred to a close personal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Heinous"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Heinous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Not good. ie. "That wipeout was heinous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Dude"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Hood"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Abrv. Neighborhood. ie. "My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Homey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;homey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'s like to hang out with me in my 'hood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Homeboy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Homeboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A close friend. ie. "I like to hang with my homeboys at the mall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Homey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Homey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A friend. see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Homeboy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Homeboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. (2)Noun. A greeting. "Hey homey, don't play that" Widespread use can be attributed to the show "In Living Color" which had the demented clown (portrayed by Daymon Wayons) whose catch phrase was "Homey don't play that" in response to a situation he didn't approve of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Kickin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Fun, exciting, and cool. ie. "This is a kickin' party"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Killer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. very cool. ie. "Your blue lip gloss is killer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="KissMyGrits"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kiss My Grits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. A more polite way of saying "kiss my ass." Origins of phrase trace back to the seventies on "Alice's Diner", it was a carry over for a few years into the eighties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Krad"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K-RAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Radical"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;radical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. Origins of phrase trace to the eighties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#BBS"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; scene which is where most of the usage stemmed from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Joint"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Joint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Very cool. Seems to be primarily an East Coast term, started by rappers. ie: "The Sugar Hill Gang is the joint!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Like"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Used as a modifier, really has no definition. ie. "I was all like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#NoWay"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" Used mostly in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/cliques.shtml#Valley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Valley Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; speak, it was the most widely used aspect of this stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="LikeOhMyGod"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Like, oh my God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Wow. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Major"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Really cool. ie. "That song sounds major"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="MakeMeBarf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Make Me Barf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Phrase. A way to signal disgust with a situation. Sometimes used as "Make me wanna barf." ie. "I just bought a new Englebert Humperdink album." "Oh, don't play it. That'll make me barf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="McFly"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Someone has just done something very stupid. ex: "Nice move McFly" origin is the 80's movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/movies/backtothefuture.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Melvin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Action Verb. To pull another person's underwear upwards in a jerking motion untill it wedges between ones butt-crack. This is done from behind the person in order to keep them defenseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Mint"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Excellent, memorable, "priceless. "How was your weekend?" "Mint, best yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Moded"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Moded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Skater term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Nerd"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Someone who is very smart and socially unacceptable. ie. "Bill Gates is one of the most successful nerds today." (2)Noun. Also the proper name of a tangy candy made by Wonka candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="NicePlayShakespeare"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nice Play Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. That was a really stupid action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="NoShitSherlock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No Shit Sherlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Stating the obvious. I already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="NoWay"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Not going to do that. "Do your homework!" "No Way!" (2)Excl. Disbelief. "I got tickets to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/bands/duranduran.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Duran Duran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;." "No Way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Poser"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Poser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. An imposter whose intent is to fit in with a more acceptable social group. ie. "Marky Mark was such a poser, he pretend to be from the ghetto when he was really a middle class preppie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Preppie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Preppie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A person who dressed in upscale clothing and acted snobbish towards people not in the same social standings. ie. "That guy wearing the Izods is such a preppie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Psyche"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Psyche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Ha! Fooled you! ie. Person offers an ice cream cone, and then pulls it away, he would then yell "Psyche!". Origins can be traced to an Eddie Murphy comedy sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Rad"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Abrv. Short for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Radical"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;radical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Radical"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Radical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something extremely hip, almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Awesome"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ie. "His moves are quite radical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Rippen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rippen, Rips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "That Firebird ripps man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="SmoothMove"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Smooth move, X-Lax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. That was a really stupid action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Solid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Affirmative. ie. "So we're going at eight? "Yeah, solid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Stellar"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Stellar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. very cool. ie. "Your blue lip gloss is stellar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Stoked"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Stoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Very excited. ie. "I am so stoked, I just found twenty bucks on the ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ToTheMax"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To The Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Used in conjunction with any adjective that you want to emphasize. ie "That chick is annoying to the max!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="TotallyAwesome"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Totally Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something truly exceptional, not flawed in any ways. "That was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Like"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, totally awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="TotallyTubular"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Totally Tubular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. A really cool move in skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Trippendicular"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Trippendicular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Something that is totally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Val"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Abrv. Short for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/cliques.shtml#Valley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Valley Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "I'm a Val, I know, but it's ok because I come from a real cool part of Encino."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="WayNoWay"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Way","No Way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)An exchange between two people when one believes something the other does not. ie. "I saw your girlfriend with another guy" "No Way" "Way" "No Way" "Way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="WayCool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Way Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Cool"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "The A-Team is way cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Whatever"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. Universally used for anything that leaves even an ounce of doubt in your mind. Usually used in a condescending tone by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/cliques.shtml#Valley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Valley Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. ie. "So she said, 'I really like your purse' and I'm like 'Whatever!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Wicked"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Adj. Excellent or great. ie. "That movie was wicked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Word"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. Word means "Yes, I agree with what you're saying, and will re-emphasize it." ie: Person 1: "That dweeb is grody to the max." Person 2, in agreement: "Word." Synonyms: "I know that's right," and "I heard that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="YeahThatsTheTicket"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yeah! That's the ticket"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Phrase. That sounds correct. Usually an indication that an explanation was just created. Originated from Saturday Night Live sketch with Jon Lovitz who was a habitual liar in the sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Yo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Excl. A greeting. ie. "Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/glossary.shtml#Homey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;homey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;, what's happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Yuppie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yuppie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(1)Noun. A person who is a white collar worker who has possessions of an expensive nature and flaunts them. ie. "You see that guy in the Saab, he's such a yuppie." Origins trace back to the beginning of the decade when the "Yuppie Handbook" was written identifying the breed. Yuppie came from the acronym YUP, which stood for Young Urban Proffesional.&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/16340359-114306697965538995?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114306697965538995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114306697965538995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114306697965538995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114306697965538995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-eighties.html' title='Back to the Eighties'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114279929275519648</id><published>2006-03-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:14:52.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex is a...swimming pool.</title><content type='html'>Don't get on the water slide unless you're ready to go straight in the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Sometimes you slide all the way down, and someone ends up getting pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;usually the woman." --Steve W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:curlz MT;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best sex sermon ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114279929275519648?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114279929275519648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114279929275519648' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114279929275519648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114279929275519648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/sex-is-aswimming-pool.html' title='Sex is a...swimming pool.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114255160130692015</id><published>2006-03-16T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:26:41.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be...um...care FULL?</title><content type='html'>Are you ever going to start caring?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to DYB this weekend...yeah...not happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of quiting.  they don't care enough...so why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with a lot of people right now.  Just replace me. but let me know that that's what you're doing.  I need some closure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114255160130692015?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114255160130692015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114255160130692015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114255160130692015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114255160130692015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/beumcare-full_16.html' title='be...um...care FULL?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114201380718367621</id><published>2006-03-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:03:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only when I start to think about you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I'm going to the mall with Paul and Kathleen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yipee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't really have much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like survivor Bible study a lot.  it's one of the only times I can just say what I want or how I feel without being like yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just so you know....q-tips are in effect.  I might not even need them anymore.  I think that's exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114201380718367621?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114201380718367621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114201380718367621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114201380718367621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114201380718367621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-when-i-start-to-think-about-you.html' title='Only when I start to think about you..'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114149460064340578</id><published>2006-03-04T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:59:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*hic-up*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:forte;"&gt;so yesterday was actually a good day. my first good day in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:forte;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:forte;"&gt;I went on lots of car rides (it's my favorite thing to do...in cars...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:forte;"&gt;best shepherd's pie EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;"&gt;haha. I saw Philip's bedroom...for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:elephant;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;he gave up his bed for Lent. so now he's sleeping outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:curlz MT;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:curlz MT;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I stopped wearing make up. Not for Lent, but I guess I might as well. and maybe just not wear it after either. there's nothing wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:curlz MT;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:curlz MT;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Austin has a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;it was Jorey's birthday on thursday. he's 17. he didn't tell anyone until i asked him when his birthday is. it was funny "today". his parents didn't do anything for him. I think I would be sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Copperplate Gothic Bold;"&gt;I have nothing else to say really.&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/16340359-114149460064340578?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114149460064340578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114149460064340578' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114149460064340578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114149460064340578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/hic-up.html' title='*hic-up*'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114118366898235679</id><published>2006-02-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:27:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:forte;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm better. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like juice boxes. and straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's march 1st tomorrow. I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things, not so much, but that's ok. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what I was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's also ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&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/16340359-114118366898235679?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114118366898235679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114118366898235679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114118366898235679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114118366898235679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/hehehe.html' title='hehehe.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114084404914161476</id><published>2006-02-24T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:07:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith is the answer to happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans Ultra Bold;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Imprint MT Shadow;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's really all I have to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:French Script MT;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ashley, you are my sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Forte;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nick, you're the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans Ultra Bold;color:#33ff33;"&gt;thank you so much. both of you.&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/16340359-114084404914161476?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114084404914161476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114084404914161476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114084404914161476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114084404914161476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/faith-is-answer-to-happiness.html' title='Faith is the answer to happiness'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114079765522583227</id><published>2006-02-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:10:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAAAHHRRR&lt;/strong&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/16340359-114079765522583227?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114079765522583227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114079765522583227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114079765522583227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114079765522583227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/grr_24.html' title='grr.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114049839133573624</id><published>2006-02-20T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:06:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm.  I want some cookies.</title><content type='html'>everything that goes is going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett talked to me today.  that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to Ashley forever.  Sometimes it makes me sad.  She loves Nick and all...but what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like all these couples.  All of them are too kissy touchy lovey dovey.  it's really starting to bug me.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick.  [duh] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drop out of honour band.  I hope I'll be able to play for festival. &lt;br /&gt;Brownie will try to kill me if I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, Greg: get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-114049839133573624?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114049839133573624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114049839133573624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114049839133573624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114049839133573624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/umm-i-want-some-cookies.html' title='umm.  I want some cookies.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-114034398774254226</id><published>2006-02-19T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T03:13:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was getting better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN DISASTER STRUCK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's 3:09 am.  And I'm awake [duh].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I wake up crying from the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;not because I'm a sissy [but i am]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but because I'm so tired of not being able to sleep that everything makes&lt;/span&gt; me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The pain, caused by toncilitis and/or strep throat, is excruciating [sp?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wake up everytime I need to swallow saliva, to spit it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'd say I have about a cup of it by my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick and tired.  I just want to sleep.&lt;/strong&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/16340359-114034398774254226?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114034398774254226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=114034398774254226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114034398774254226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/114034398774254226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-thought-i-was-getting-better.html' title='I thought I was getting better...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113994968927638338</id><published>2006-02-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:41:29.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes all day to get to the night</title><content type='html'>Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je manque à personne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'ai déjà passé un bon moment, un bon moment autrefois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I miss you.  I miss all of you.  it's a shame really. Since you don't miss me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's mutual anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you sent me an email.  it meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the first on a lot of lists. good mostly.  but then there was this other one.  you were definately the first on it.  I was hoping I wouldn't have to start that one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball's in your court.  It's your serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be nice of you to let me know if you're still in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think I've already lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113994968927638338?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113994968927638338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113994968927638338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113994968927638338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113994968927638338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-takes-all-day-to-get-to-night.html' title='It takes all day to get to the night'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113988590581320598</id><published>2006-02-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:58:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidly sick.</title><content type='html'>So my weekend was absolutely fabulous...but unfortunately, to top it off, there was no icing, it was more of a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;thick goop&lt;/span&gt; in my throat, endless &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;snot balls&lt;/span&gt; in my nose and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;extreme fatigue&lt;/span&gt; (that has nothing to be in) (maybe my bed??) in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my end of the week went something like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Friday = afternoon with Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday evening = DYB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Friday night to early saturday morning = Moxie's (w/ DYB) and a car ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday morning=bed time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;later saturday morning to early afternoon= DYB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;saturday afternoon = napping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;saturday evening = star gazing with Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sunday morning = got home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;later sunday morning=froze until 5:44am then fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even later sunday morning = church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sunday after lunch = nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sunday day to monday morning = essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;monday noon=got out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;No, we're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No, we're not going to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Maybe I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113988590581320598?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113988590581320598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113988590581320598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113988590581320598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113988590581320598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupidly-sick.html' title='stupidly sick.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113934549630622055</id><published>2006-02-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:51:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm pretty sure we'll never date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113934549630622055?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113934549630622055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113934549630622055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113934549630622055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113934549630622055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113934536252395819</id><published>2006-02-07T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:49:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; needs to pray for Chantal.  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;  like with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 million bazillion cherries&lt;/span&gt; on top.  thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm SO tired.  I'll be in bed early tonight, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113934536252395819?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113934536252395819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113934536252395819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113934536252395819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113934536252395819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/eep.html' title='eep.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113924377523077549</id><published>2006-02-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:36:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh Christine, Sometimes she's my favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I want some more than just smarties.  Christine says the&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; ones are the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm hungry.  Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113924377523077549?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113924377523077549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113924377523077549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113924377523077549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113924377523077549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty Pants'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113917956433257783</id><published>2006-02-05T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:46:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr.</title><content type='html'>So this is being dumb.  correction from previous post "Nineteen hundred" Not the Gouldings...the Robinsons.  That was a silly mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was ok this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantal was there.  That makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One lady told me I'm really thin, which was a bad thing because Telly is really self-conscious about her weight...and she was standing right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113917956433257783?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113917956433257783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113917956433257783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113917956433257783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113917956433257783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/grr.html' title='Grr.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113920167303688572</id><published>2006-02-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:56:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nineteen hundred.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is what I did yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7:15am-Wind ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8:30am-School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12:50pm-Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2:10pm-Left school with Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After that-Went to my house, Shopper's Drug Mart, the Bjartveit's and parked the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3:00pm-got on the train to down town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3:30pm-5:00pm-sauntered aimlessly around downtown with Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5:00pm-took the train back to Heritage station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6:00pm-got home, made tacos with Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6:20pm-ate tacos with Philip and family, then cleaned up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6:50pm-left for Deer Run Community Center with Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;7:00pm-went skating with the Wisemans, the Robinsons, Philip, and a lot of other people who I've never met before. Mr. Bishop was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;9:00pm-went to Philip's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;9:04pm-made white chocolate hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9:15pm-started a puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9:48pm-finished the puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9:52pm-called my house, my dad's cell phone, my mom's cell phone. My finally answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;10:00pm-tried to pick a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;10:18pm-decided on The Legend Of 1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;10:20pm-watched the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;12:20am-the movie ended, Philip drove me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12:32am-updated my lists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;12:something am-fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Favorite of yesterday: Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This was a sooper dooper fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;day. And just for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;record...first time skating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;...12 years...and I didn't fall ONCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...(or AT ALL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;of today: mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me. And Grandma&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She made coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Current &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;music: Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That ~the Black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113920167303688572?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113920167303688572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113920167303688572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113920167303688572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113920167303688572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/nineteen-hundred.html' title='nineteen hundred.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113898411523173909</id><published>2006-02-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:28:35.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you out there?</title><content type='html'>Who is it exactly who wanted me to update???? I MUST KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make my readers/fan base happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113898411523173909?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113898411523173909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113898411523173909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113898411523173909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113898411523173909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-out-there.html' title='Are you out there?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113892280136897002</id><published>2006-02-02T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:26:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm ok.  You're it!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philip tagged me. I'm it. Now it's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first player of this game starts with the topic Five Weird Habits of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I make &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;faces&lt;/span&gt;. At terrible times. These &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;faces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;usually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; involve my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(it's very longue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[that was definately french spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;{by accident&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. I like to dance in my room....in my bathing suit...I really miss swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I keep lists of well&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. My palms get sweaty when I have to phone someone. It's frightening. I haven't died yet. YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5. I really, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like playing dress up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm like &lt;span style="font-family:pooh;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; in a sense. He dresses up like a bat...because they frighten him, and they are his enemy who give him power.&lt;/span&gt; I will use the power of my &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; costume to fight the battles!! (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; are completely terrifying!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm tagging.......Ashley, Christine, Philip (haha), Claire annnnnnd Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113892280136897002?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113892280136897002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113892280136897002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113892280136897002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113892280136897002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/umm-ok-youre-it.html' title='umm ok.  You&apos;re it!?!?!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113891960018181599</id><published>2006-02-02T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:33:20.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNNNDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;WE KNOW THAT &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FISH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLOW&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/16340359-113891960018181599?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113891960018181599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113891960018181599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113891960018181599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113891960018181599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/annnndddd-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='ANNNNDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113891938888719499</id><published>2006-02-02T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:06:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH no no no.</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I take you home, would you still be in love baby?  I love baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't pull my hand boy, you ain't ma man boy, I'm just here to dance boy, and move my humps.  my hump, my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know, I know, I know, and...what humps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;:O....You said I was 84!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You were 87, then 92, now you're just 82, cause that was just low man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This is my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Everything's going to be okay.  okay okay okay okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I Don't want to be a dumb girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I ain't no dumb girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I won't be your dumb girl.  Your girl, your girl your girl your girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darling it's better down where it's wetter take it from me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That was our little thing.  no one knew.  except the two of us.  HA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113891938888719499?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113891938888719499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113891938888719499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113891938888719499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113891938888719499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-no-no-no.html' title='OH no no no.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113804445800203333</id><published>2006-01-23T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:27:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want your q-tip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;does anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113804445800203333?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113804445800203333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113804445800203333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113804445800203333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113804445800203333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-want-your-q-tip.html' title='I don&apos;t want your q-tip.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113787460410010123</id><published>2006-01-21T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:16:44.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Faraway...I feel your beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;All Alone beneath the crystal stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Staring into space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What a lonely face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll try to find my place with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What a beautiful smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can I stay for awhile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;On this beautiful night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;We'll make everything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My beautiful love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Larger than the moon, my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Worlds collide as heaven pulls us through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The secret of the world is written in the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm carrying your heart in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maybe a greater thing will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maybe all will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Maybe your love will catch like fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;As it burns through me(3x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(chorus) (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My beautiful love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Beautiful Love~ The Afters~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Laura: thanks for forgetting your CD here.  I like it.&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/16340359-113787460410010123?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113787460410010123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113787460410010123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113787460410010123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113787460410010123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/faraway.html' title=''/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113773044681313719</id><published>2006-01-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:14:06.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They can't help me, cuz no one knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so angry about many things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More just a few.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But they make me so angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm angry about DYB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm angry about math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm angry about how boys don't talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm angry about people telling me what does and doesn't bug me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm angry about my friends not being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I am SO angry about DYB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite of the day: Lauren.  My LA DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113773044681313719?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113773044681313719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113773044681313719' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113773044681313719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113773044681313719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-cant-help-me-cuz-no-one-knows.html' title='They can&apos;t help me, cuz no one knows.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113769622131225450</id><published>2006-01-19T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T11:43:41.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm.  my tender chewies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Right now I'm bored, very, very bored.  So my mother thinks I'm boring with my writing...talking about Earwax and such.  That's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Basically, I just don't always feel like telling everyone what I'm feeling, but since certain people want to know, I'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I like a boy, Tyler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This boy, Tyler, likes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This girl, Allison, and this boy, Tyler, are not dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If they ever are, Allison will wear a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No questions will need to be asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If they start and then stop, Allison will stop wearing a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;These matters are best left alone, with as little talking as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That's what I think anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I like cookies and coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was Ashley's birthday yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I know what I'm getting her.  and making her.  I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cable guy here this morning.  he saw me.  but I looked terrible.  I'm ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 constant favourites.  You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to not say anything else.  as of Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113769622131225450?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113769622131225450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113769622131225450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113769622131225450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113769622131225450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/mmmm-my-tender-chewies.html' title='mmmm.  my tender chewies!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113747566310009321</id><published>2006-01-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:27:43.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earwax.... GOOD.</title><content type='html'>I'm never going to use q-tips again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113747566310009321?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113747566310009321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113747566310009321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113747566310009321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113747566310009321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/earwax-good.html' title='Earwax.... GOOD.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113640806233609434</id><published>2006-01-04T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:54:22.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soo... Fugly eh?</title><content type='html'>haha.  I don't even have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day honesty will pay off...&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.  Very excited to go out this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I've apparently wanted to date every guy in my class. &lt;br /&gt;someone told me that today.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;Considering they don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;and like me going through 10 boy friends a year.&lt;br /&gt;ok sure.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even had that many...&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in the world that could bother me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113640806233609434?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113640806233609434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113640806233609434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113640806233609434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113640806233609434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/soo-fugly-eh.html' title='soo... Fugly eh?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113580276240617704</id><published>2005-12-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:46:03.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been doing extremely well keeping myself busy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I don't like to just sit here doing nothing when I know there's a world all around me that I could be exploring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I DO however want to explore and such with somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I don't like to be alone.  right now anyways.  Sometimes I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Current cd:  Beatles Hits Reggae Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Interesting.  Weird, the way I like it.  Chill and relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Please enjoy a can of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRESCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MD.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's quite tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's nearly 2 and I have no plans.  no tears fall yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;BUT I'm getting out this New Year's....for the FIRST TIME EVER.  big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113580276240617704?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113580276240617704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113580276240617704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113580276240617704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113580276240617704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-let-me-down.html' title='Don&apos;t let me down'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113553775572776522</id><published>2005-12-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:09:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas will come...</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that no matter how late I want to sleep in, I end up waking up sooper early anyways.  It actually does get quite annoying...and I get sleepy and grumpy.  Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradition was broken this year.  That can be explained another time.  Well it was in many ways considering this is Sunday, and Christmas isn't often on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy myself  a Buzz Lightyear tent from the Disney Store tomorrow.  It will go in my room, and I will hide in it.  Those are my intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll even play dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definately new socks on my feet...with cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113553775572776522?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113553775572776522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113553775572776522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113553775572776522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113553775572776522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-will-come.html' title='Christmas will come...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113531455892481684</id><published>2005-12-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:09:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite of the day:  Philip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/1600/dec%2022%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/200/dec%2022%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/1600/dec%2022%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/200/dec%2022%20003.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/200/dec%2022%20001.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are definately not women's feet. But the most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;definately have the paint job of a woman. I am the marvellous artist and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;creator of the lovely nail design on today's fave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY NEW TRUMPET TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/1600/dec%2022%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/320/dec%2022%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/320/dec%2022%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/1600/dec%2022%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/320/dec%2022%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are allowed to admire it's fantabulous beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you to all of those who helped me out...especially Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ha ha...suckers.  I schooled you :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113531455892481684?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113531455892481684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113531455892481684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113531455892481684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113531455892481684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/favorite-of-day-philip.html' title='Favorite of the day:  Philip'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113522763153802847</id><published>2005-12-21T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:00:31.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Favourite today:  Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not because of the ice cream.  Because you're always there for me....to sit on the floor, or cry in the hall.  I think I like the floor better anyways.  It's meant for the higher class people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113522763153802847?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113522763153802847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113522763153802847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113522763153802847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113522763153802847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/iced-tea.html' title='Iced Tea'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113496628194048734</id><published>2005-12-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:24:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday, I can't believe how much I love the rain...</title><content type='html'>so there was a girl, in her room, dancing in her underwear.&lt;br /&gt;the next thing she knew, she had her period.&lt;br /&gt;this was quite startling because 2 weeks ago that day, she got her period.&lt;br /&gt;she only got a week off&lt;br /&gt;that's depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should feel bad for that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113496628194048734?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113496628194048734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113496628194048734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113496628194048734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113496628194048734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/ever-since-i-met-you-on-cloudy-monday.html' title='Ever since I met you on a cloudy Monday, I can&apos;t believe how much I love the rain...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113477522632342815</id><published>2005-12-16T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:20:26.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay for being 16.  that's something we share...and funky slippers...and I guess how cool we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm pretty much working on my band history project that's due by 11:59 tonight.  I'll totally be done it.  I'm already 1/6th there.  and that's a BIG deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was a cool day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ashley, I love you darlin'  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Claire, you brighten my day...haha...apparently when we were in band today I said [out loud] that Mr Brown adds the sparkles in my eyes....(LUCKLY, Greg was the only person to hear that)....(it doesn't me ANYTHING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will,  you're a very, very fun person....maybe sometimes you should turn off your phone though....annnnnd don't think so much.  annnnnd wear jeans more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite of the day:  Will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113477522632342815?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113477522632342815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113477522632342815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113477522632342815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113477522632342815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-lauren.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN!!!!!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113443917700784590</id><published>2005-12-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:59:37.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you don't like it, then you don't take it  [makes sense]</title><content type='html'>This might sound dumb [maybe] but I was all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest promise.  You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Long and Lonely Road, Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I met Austin today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He's a very nice person.  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His birthday is September 16th&lt;/span&gt;.  Will thinks I like him.  But the reality is, that Will looked fantastic today, and that's all that matters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided that being so tired is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fun. It also gives me an excuse to be stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I can do ANYTHING that I want to do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"that' a girl!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahaha.  today was a funny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Claire loves how creepy I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I almost kissed Ashley's neck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More of a sucking though.  ha ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We both wanted it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social is an awkward place for that though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't think about it too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom:  you have nothing to worry about.  It's just a funny thing that almost happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And no one should make any assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:You need a boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:Nawww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:K, well then you need to stop writing me love notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W:  but...you're a girl, and you're a girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:  Annnnnnd...she's open minded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A: (laughing nervously)  yyeeeeahhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16340359-113443917700784590?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113443917700784590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113443917700784590' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113443917700784590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113443917700784590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-you-dont-like-it-then-you-dont-take.html' title='if you don&apos;t like it, then you don&apos;t take it  [makes sense]'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113418674834991350</id><published>2005-12-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:42:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally, I'm the coolest person ever.</title><content type='html'>I walk &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[upstairs, ask to use the computer, get turned down, so I walk]&lt;/span&gt; into the living room &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(which doesn't make sense because no one really lives in there)&lt;/span&gt;. My dad was reading the paper &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the lazy boy chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing...the recliner, as I look at the piano. The container &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;[beside the piano containing the music books also]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had the clown wig that I used for &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; resting on top of it. A light went off in my head. I grabbed the wig, ran down to my room, put on my flashing clown nose, then the wig, and came back upstairs to play the piano. Dad, sitting there, not paying much attention asks, "&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt;, why are you wearing a wig?" I &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[on the piano bench]&lt;/span&gt; turn to face him&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[on the recliner]&lt;/span&gt; , and he sees the flashing nose and shakes his head. I respond, "What??" "oh nothing, you're really weird, that's all." I silently agree and turn back to my music. Naturally, the first song that comes to mind, I play. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Send in the Clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't it rich?&lt;br /&gt;Are we a pair?&lt;br /&gt;Me here at last on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;You in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;Send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bliss?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you approve?&lt;br /&gt;One who keeps tearing around,&lt;br /&gt;One who can't move.&lt;br /&gt;Where are the clowns?&lt;br /&gt;Send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I'd stopped&lt;br /&gt;Opening doors,&lt;br /&gt;Finally knowing&lt;br /&gt;The one that I wanted was yours,&lt;br /&gt;Making my entrance again&lt;br /&gt;With my usual flair,&lt;br /&gt;Sure of my lines,&lt;br /&gt;No one is there.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love farce?&lt;br /&gt;My fault, I fear.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd want what I want -&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;But where are the clowns?&lt;br /&gt;There ought to be clowns.&lt;br /&gt;Quick, send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Who could forsee&lt;br /&gt;I'd come to feel about you&lt;br /&gt;What you'd felt about me?&lt;br /&gt;Why only now when i see&lt;br /&gt;That you'd drifted away?&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;What a cliche'.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it rich?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it queer?&lt;br /&gt;Losing my timing this late&lt;br /&gt;In my career?&lt;br /&gt;And where are the clowns?&lt;br /&gt;Quick, send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother - they're here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~by Stephen Sondheim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And THAT my friends, is what makes me, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coolest &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;person ever...do you not agree??&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/16340359-113418674834991350?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113418674834991350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113418674834991350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113418674834991350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113418674834991350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/naturally-im-coolest-person-ever.html' title='Naturally, I&apos;m the coolest person ever.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113410616095567919</id><published>2005-12-08T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:29:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay band concert.</title><content type='html'>Stupid Santa hat.  Totally old.  Mr brown can do better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping.  I'm pretty much going to go do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanne gave me pants today.  They make my bum look so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113410616095567919?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113410616095567919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113410616095567919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113410616095567919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113410616095567919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-band-concert.html' title='Yay band concert.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113400924852164387</id><published>2005-12-07T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:34:08.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kay.</title><content type='html'>Everybody pray for Claire and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Will seems sad.  Pray for him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this girl named Emma.  I don't know her, but she got stabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe High River too.  There was some sort of fire there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113400924852164387?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113400924852164387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113400924852164387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113400924852164387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113400924852164387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/kay.html' title='kay.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113397163180325225</id><published>2005-12-07T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:12:27.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.  I just bit my tongue.</title><content type='html'>I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;                             I look terrible.&lt;br /&gt;                                                             I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                     And I just want to go back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113397163180325225?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113397163180325225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113397163180325225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113397163180325225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113397163180325225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch-i-just-bit-my-tongue_07.html' title='Ouch.  I just bit my tongue.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113392881468770983</id><published>2005-12-06T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:13:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, oh so lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I think right now, the only thing I need, is someone who cares to telephone me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'd feel this much better -----------------------------------------------------------------&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/16340359-113392881468770983?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113392881468770983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113392881468770983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113392881468770983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113392881468770983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/lonely-oh-so-lonely.html' title='Lonely, oh so lonely'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113389233363872091</id><published>2005-12-06T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:05:37.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est MOI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/1600/just%20now%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/400/just%20now%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This picture is decently emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I kinda laugh at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please laugh with me.&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/16340359-113389233363872091?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113389233363872091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113389233363872091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113389233363872091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113389233363872091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/cest-moi.html' title='C&apos;est MOI!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113389007396043426</id><published>2005-12-06T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:27:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay fibre 1!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm home &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sick today&lt;/span&gt;.  My voice is half existant, my nose is completely blocked, and every time I caugh a little bit of flem comes out.  It's totally pleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm mostly sad because I can't sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sad because Claire is sick too.  That saddens me the most because she's not having the best time at all.&lt;br /&gt;My random cough attacks are slightly amusing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and the back door was wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Either that was done on purpose to let me know that the alarm wasn't set on me (like yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My little sister wants to let strangers in the house while I'm sleeping to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Someone snuck in the house while the door was unlocked and i was sleeping, but forgot to close the door behind them when they came in.  I could be killed any second.   And My Fibre 1 cereal would be wasted.&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/16340359-113389007396043426?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113389007396043426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113389007396043426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113389007396043426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113389007396043426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-fibre-1.html' title='yay fibre 1!!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113381563790169562</id><published>2005-12-05T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:18:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water melon rinds of the day.</title><content type='html'>If your life were a movie, what would the rating be?&lt;br /&gt;If it's anything more than 14 A, are you happy with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;But need me when I'm not here at all&lt;br /&gt;Miss me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down flames again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Going down flames, 3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm is utterly boring.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes it happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now eat Fibre 1 cereal.  It isn't all bran.  All bran tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm not really healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113381563790169562?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113381563790169562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113381563790169562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113381563790169562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113381563790169562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/water-melon-rinds-of-day.html' title='Water melon rinds of the day.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113375137686894710</id><published>2005-12-04T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:57:27.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>master resume</title><content type='html'>A: (talking about her resume) Laugh at this:&lt;br /&gt;Physical Skills&lt;br /&gt;· Using fingers quickly and accurately&lt;br /&gt;· Using hands precisely&lt;br /&gt;· Full body coordination&lt;br /&gt;· Moving quickly&lt;br /&gt;· Enduring physical work for long periods of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: all you need to add is that you can endure being on your back and knees for long periods of time and can triple tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: you're funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: I knew I dated you for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113375137686894710?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113375137686894710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113375137686894710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113375137686894710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113375137686894710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/master-resume.html' title='master resume'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113373570759817634</id><published>2005-12-04T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:58:58.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THE style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/1600/tee%20hee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3618/1547/400/tee%20hee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I look like this. Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am the new style.&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/16340359-113373570759817634?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113373570759817634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113373570759817634' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113373570759817634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113373570759817634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-style.html' title='I am THE style'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113372889583448139</id><published>2005-12-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T13:41:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Away From The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's down to this&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I miss the life&lt;br /&gt;I miss the colors of the world&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell where I am&lt;br /&gt;Cause now again I've found myself so far down&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of livin' in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see me down here&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's gone&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Back into the world I know&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself so far down&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms&lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down away from the sun again&lt;br /&gt;It's down to this&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make this life make sense&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't tell what I've done&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself so far down&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me&lt;br /&gt;And now again I've found myself so far down&lt;br /&gt;Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down away from the sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms&lt;br /&gt;That care about the ones like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down away from the sun again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Think about it.&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/16340359-113372889583448139?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113372889583448139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113372889583448139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113372889583448139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113372889583448139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/away-from-sun.html' title='Away From The Sun'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113358756346682175</id><published>2005-12-02T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:26:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm rated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I decided that it would be interesting to see how my life would be rated.  So this is me...rated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="90" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="90" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="78" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 3.9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="126" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 6.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="86" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/orbar.gif" height="12" width="42" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 2.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="70" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 3.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113358756346682175?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113358756346682175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113358756346682175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113358756346682175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113358756346682175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-im-rated.html' title='So I&apos;m rated.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113358592845272821</id><published>2005-12-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:58:49.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's home!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the funniest thing just happened.  well i thought it was funny.  I went to make hot chocolate...and the kettle looked empty...so I lifted it up really quickly to bring it to the sink...but there was actually water in it..so I ended up dumping it all over my head.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then when i went to pick it up off the counter (the mug of hot chocolate), i spilled a bunch of it on the floor.  yay for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I should have just had chocolate milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/16340359-113358592845272821?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113358592845272821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113358592845272821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113358592845272821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113358592845272821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/lauras-home.html' title='Laura&apos;s home!! :)'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113347908711444904</id><published>2005-12-01T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:18:08.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the other hand... [you have different fingers]</title><content type='html'>K so I think for now I'm ok with it.  Like he said...I need to move on with my life.  As long as he's happy.  And there are no regrets.  On my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113347908711444904?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113347908711444904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113347908711444904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113347908711444904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113347908711444904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-other-hand-you-have-different.html' title='on the other hand... [you have different fingers]'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113346151931985493</id><published>2005-12-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:25:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch your heals crush. Crushed.  Uh oh!</title><content type='html'>They got back together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113346151931985493?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113346151931985493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113346151931985493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113346151931985493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113346151931985493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/watch-your-heals-crush-crushed-uh-oh.html' title='Watch your heals crush. Crushed.  Uh oh!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113332817392596505</id><published>2005-11-29T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:22:53.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, Drop and Roll.</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting that I exsist.  That's ok.  At least now I'm doing things that I want to do.  I went to Eymeric's last night to help him with his math.  We got more done than I ever expected (considering the amount of time we spend talking about silly things).  That's a good thing.  good for happy for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened today.  I really wish I could remember what it was.  I think it was something someone said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Claire is always so happy...well recently.  That makes me happier, since I'm often around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how I had to wait for my sister again.  That makes me angry when I have to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I'm becoming addicted to hot chocolate.  That really makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how my mouth is killing me.  That takes away from the joy of eating, and speaking.  HOWEVER....!!! My braces are ready to come off late January.  It's about time...only.......5 years later!! yess!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Claire.  &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113332817392596505?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113332817392596505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113332817392596505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113332817392596505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113332817392596505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/stop-drop-and-roll.html' title='Stop, Drop and Roll.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113306924966944225</id><published>2005-11-26T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:27:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all is well...quite well actually. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Claire's house was the best fun.  We watched The Little Mermaid...then Amityville Horror.  It wasn't extremely scary until like the last half hour...then we started getting the jitters.  as soon as it finished...and I mean like RIGHT when it was done, Fraz knocked on the door...and we both started screaming.  It was perfect timing.  haha.  then we watched the breakfast club and listened to music after.  Fraz left, then Claire and I fell asleep watching the Jungle Book.   When we woke upm we were given chocolate chip pancakes and apple juice, and we watched Wedding Date.  Cute...but awkward.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All in all.  sooper weekend so far.  I'm pretty happy right now.  like very.  tee hee  (yess Claire!!!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dunno what else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113306924966944225?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113306924966944225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113306924966944225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113306924966944225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113306924966944225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-is-wellquite-well-actually.html' title='all is well...quite well actually. :)'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113287433361024242</id><published>2005-11-24T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:18:53.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I feel sick, but i have to stay alive*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I over slept my alarm this morning...again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This happens pretty much EVERY morning...but today I was right on time for band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Trumpet lesson tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have nothing to say.  I'm pretty tired though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113287433361024242?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113287433361024242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113287433361024242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113287433361024242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113287433361024242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/ick_24.html' title='ick'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113280993383341714</id><published>2005-11-23T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:03:42.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$272.54... growing... collecting... awesome!</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe it. Absolutely cannot.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister has more power over me than I do over her.&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic, and it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So I had jazz after school...then Eymeric was going to come over to help me study for social...and I would help him study for math...fair trade off. But like ALWAYS...he ditched me. Right at the last minute too. That is so hurtful. anyways...so Claire brings me home to her house so that she can help the best she can with the other language, cuz she's sooper pro smart at social. I end up just talking about Eymeric and how stupid he can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;THEN i get home at like 7...start studying right away...and come upstairs at 10...since Carlin's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to be off the computer by then...and she tells ME to wait. Even though I haven't been on the computer at all...and she's had most of the night...except when my mom was on. I'd be ok with this happening like once or twice...but it happens EVERYDAY. and it's driving me up the wall. I hate that she bosses me around...&lt;strong&gt;she has no right. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of me ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do ok on social and math tomorrow. I'm working hard to get a good grade. The number doesn't really matter to me though...I just want to do better than normal. Even though it's huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113280993383341714?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113280993383341714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113280993383341714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113280993383341714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113280993383341714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/27254-growing-collecting-awesome.html' title='$272.54... growing... collecting... awesome!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113272366181071479</id><published>2005-11-22T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:04:12.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The flower of my heart=the apple of my eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;C (to A): k, so [he] said to listen to my heart... and you pretty much are my heart... so do I put myself out there and go for [him]? or do I hold back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You make me smile everyday. That's why we haven't jumped in front of a train...because I'm your heart, and you're making me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113272366181071479?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113272366181071479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113272366181071479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113272366181071479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113272366181071479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/flower-of-my-heartthe-apple-of-my-eye.html' title='The flower of my heart=the apple of my eye'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113270872123499782</id><published>2005-11-22T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:18:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so..16+1=17.  hmmm.  help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well.  A lot has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Party a success.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Only one person was stupid with my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I'm currently drinking given hot chocolate from "Allison's Mug-o".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;From Philip.  I also enjoyed the licorice when I got home from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[I thought certain events that happened at school today would make me happy, but the high was very temporary and I needed the comfort of my licorice when I got home.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday was alright for a birthday I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The only person to sing me happy birthday was Mr. Brown.  He almost sang it twice, just because he felt bad that no one else had sung it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I felt poopy.  and I was totally looking forward to Sloppy Joes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That never happened.  The yearly birthday tradition was broken  *tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BUT  Lauren called me...and Laura...and PETER!!!  (it was the first time for him since I moved...or I think maybe ever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was on the phone pretty much all night last night with various people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not quite sure if I was sleeping tonight after school or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think I may have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've been pretty tired lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;School pretty much does that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have to write Will a note tonight.  Just because he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think he's even going to write me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Paige and Eymeric broke up today.  It was their 14th monthiversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you for the hot chocolate anyways.  and the licorice.  You know me quite well.  I'm impressed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ps.  Trumpet update:  total:  $252.54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113270872123499782?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113270872123499782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113270872123499782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113270872123499782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113270872123499782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/so16117-hmmm-help.html' title='so..16+1=17.  hmmm.  help?'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113246517892051189</id><published>2005-11-19T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:39:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so, everybody has a cell phone...</title><content type='html'>Phil's shoe laces were actually too white for his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;it gave me a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;not literally handing it to me, but close enough.&lt;br /&gt;i got a green scarf today.&lt;br /&gt;I really like scarves.&lt;br /&gt;this one is soft too.&lt;br /&gt;grocery shopping is pretty fun...it's really the only shopping i enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;I think that's because i get to eat what I buy.&lt;br /&gt;food is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 u Claire :):):)  ....and Ashley, you're my reason to wake up in the morning (and not jump in front of a train)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113246517892051189?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113246517892051189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113246517892051189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113246517892051189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113246517892051189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-so-everybody-has-cell-phone.html' title='Ok so, everybody has a cell phone...'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113236555134114495</id><published>2005-11-18T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:59:11.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now introducing....ms. red head!!</title><content type='html'>On this day, November 18th, 2005, a mark was made in history.&lt;br /&gt;the long, dueling battle of Allison against the hair has ended.&lt;br /&gt;Not only will the morning time normally occupied my styling be decreased,&lt;br /&gt;will the amity between Allison and her hair will be increased.&lt;br /&gt;On this glorious and victorious day, the boundless reflections of the sun light surround all who see. &lt;br /&gt;There's a slight tinge of red, yet no blood was shed!&lt;br /&gt;The forfeit of the hair will continue to be significant, influencial, and impacting for generations to come.&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, was the first time for many, many wonderful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113236555134114495?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113236555134114495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113236555134114495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113236555134114495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113236555134114495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-introducingms-red-head.html' title='now introducing....ms. red head!!'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113227036040246204</id><published>2005-11-17T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:32:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.</title><content type='html'>Maturity isn't something that comes naturally...it's something that you need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas and I broke up today. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want it to happen, but it needed to happen. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I'm done for now.  at least until the new year.&lt;br /&gt;maybe even longer.&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't given it much thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113227036040246204?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113227036040246204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113227036040246204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113227036040246204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113227036040246204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/age-is-whatever-you-think-it-is-you.html' title='Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113211602640372528</id><published>2005-11-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:40:26.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Us Say Jesus.</title><content type='html'>Ok.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So maybe you don't.&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe you just hear us say what's on our mind.  Or you do hear us, but our actions speak louder than our words.  I think that's pretty much true.  It's hard to always think about him though.  It actually is really hard.  We get so easily caught up in the crap that we deal with at school, at home, with friends, at work, and sometimes even at church.    Whatever right?   &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It actually does matter.&lt;/span&gt;  I get so bothered by myself.  I'm so fake.  I wear a mask at school, at home, at the mall, and at church.  AAnnnnddd...they're all different.  GAH.  I don't know what my point is.  Maybe if you're just one who doesn't say Jesus...&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;try to understand that it's hard&lt;/span&gt; for those who do when they get shut down so easily by everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113211602640372528?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113211602640372528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113211602640372528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113211602640372528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113211602640372528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/hear-us-say-jesus.html' title='Hear Us Say Jesus.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16340359.post-113203584479288472</id><published>2005-11-14T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:24:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Drama drama drama.   That's what Vic Lewis is known for.  I believe it was just 5 people who cried this year.  we thought it would be 7 though.  I took several photos, mostly of peoples' behinds.  for the band bum poster.  it will be fantastic if i ever get around to completing it (or even starting it).  I went to the Flames game tonight.  I took 562 pictures...which is a lot...BUT...i caught their final AND WINNING goal.  it was also fantastic.  I'm sleepy though.  pictures wi;; be posted sometime soon.  but not all of them (obviously)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16340359-113203584479288472?l=ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113203584479288472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16340359&amp;postID=113203584479288472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113203584479288472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16340359/posts/default/113203584479288472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ticklesbytoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03598463886921562025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k280/Chuchoriedka/youth%20councils%20simones%20cam/IMG_1202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
