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	<title>SMILE-it's a good life</title>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 19:46:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>What do you do</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/04/11/what-do-you-do/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 19:46:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[what do you do
when you start to fall for your friend
what do you do
when they are all you can think about
what do you do
when your best friends ask who you like
what do you do
when you start to fall for your friend
&#8230;but he isnt falling for you
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>what do you do<br />
when you start to fall for your friend</p>
<p>what do you do<br />
when they are all you can think about</p>
<p>what do you do<br />
when your best friends ask who you like</p>
<p>what do you do<br />
when you start to fall for your friend</p>
<p>&#8230;but he isnt falling for you</p>
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		<title>Dear Princess Jasmine</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/04/03/dear-princess-jasmine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 15:23:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Jasmine,
WOW!!!  I have known you for a very long time and I have loved every minute of it!  You are a really good princess and person.  You are so sweet and kind to everyone, and you are always true to yourself.  You are a hard worker and always stand up [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Jasmine,</p>
<p>WOW!!!  I have known you for a very long time and I have loved every minute of it!  You are a really good princess and person.  You are so sweet and kind to everyone, and you are always true to yourself.  You are a hard worker and always stand up for what you believe in no matter what anyone else says.  You are an amazing athlete and have grown in all aspects of your life.  You have been such an amazing friend to me!  You always got my back, and know that I got yours.  I love how much we trust eachother. I am not afraid to come to you with any of my problems, because I know you will give me the honest answer and not just what I want to hear.  You are so funny, you always put a smile on my face.  Thanks for always listening to me.  You are truely one of the best friends and team-mates a girl could ask for.  It is so nice to always know I will have one princess by my side through thick and thin.  I will cherish all of the good times we have had and look forward to see what else lies in store for us!  Well, Prince Charming is calling me, so I need to bid you farewell.  Tell Aladdin hello!  I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!</p>
<p>With Love,<br />
Princess Aurora</p>
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		<title>Girls and Boys</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/03/20/girls-and-boys/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 20:49:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why are girls more judged than boys?  Lets say that this girl and guy just meet eachother.  They makeout.  All the guys are proud of him.  Why is it that the girl is the slut, and not the guy?  I am one of those people who would never imagine doing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why are girls more judged than boys?  Lets say that this girl and guy just meet eachother.  They makeout.  All the guys are proud of him.  Why is it that the girl is the slut, and not the guy?  I am one of those people who would never imagine doing this.  But I know some people who would and have.  The boys are all proud, and the girls are gossiped about as being easy.  I personally think that whether you are a boy of a girl, it doesn&#8217;t matter.  If you are willing to make out with someone you just met, then you deserve to get gossiped about.  No one forced you to do it, so its your fault.  I dislike the fact that so many boys and girls would do this.  I don&#8217;t care if you had peer pressure, get over that and just don&#8217;t do it.  And for those of you who have gone further than making out and don&#8217;t think that you&#8217;re a slut at age 13, think again.</p>
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		<title>Love Stinks</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/03/20/love-stinks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 15:19:44 +0000</pubDate>
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Love


It kinda sucks


You like a guy


And he likes you


You get all excited


You go out


It&#39;s goin good


Or at least that is what you think


You break up


You play it off like it is no big deal


But inside, you are hurting


The feelings that you had for him are still there


Even though he is not


He likes another girl


They go [...]]]></description>
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Love
</p>
<p>
It kinda sucks
</p>
<p>
You like a guy
</p>
<p>
And he likes you
</p>
<p>
You get all excited
</p>
<p>
You go out
</p>
<p>
It&#39;s goin good
</p>
<p>
Or at least that is what you think
</p>
<p>
You break up
</p>
<p>
You play it off like it is no big deal
</p>
<p>
But inside, you are hurting
</p>
<p>
The feelings that you had for him are still there
</p>
<p>
Even though he is not
</p>
<p>
He likes another girl
</p>
<p>
They go out
</p>
<p>
You feel as though your heart is being ripped out
</p>
<p>
But you can&#39;t tell anyone how you feel
</p>
<p>
They break up
</p>
<p>
You get excited
</p>
<p>
Maybe you could have another chance with him
</p>
<p>
But then, he likes someone else
</p>
<p>
And this one is more serious
</p>
<p>
They go out for a long time
</p>
<p>
All you can do is watch
</p>
<p>
And silently hope that they will break it off soon
</p>
<p>
When they do, you take a deep breath
</p>
<p>
Maybe now&#8230;
</p>
<p>
But he doesn&#39;t  know
</p>
<p>
He doesn&#39;t know that he is all you think about
</p>
<p>
When the phone rings, you pray that it is him
</p>
<p>
When you go to bed you wonder if he ever is thinking about you
</p>
<p>
He will never know unless you tell him
</p>
<p>
And that idea scares you
</p>
<p>
What if he doesn&#39;t like you anymore&#8230;
</p>
<p>
But what if he does?</p>
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		<title>Seventeen Magazine (AR+)</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/03/07/seventeen-magazine-ar/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:08:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mmmk so I was reading my Seventeen Magazine and I realized something.  It doesn&#8217;t relate to me at all.  Yes, it is fun to look at the stuff that looks good on the models and the funky ideas they give you for makeup.  But you never are going to use it in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mmmk so I was reading my Seventeen Magazine and I realized something.  It doesn&#8217;t relate to me at all.  Yes, it is fun to look at the stuff that looks good on the models and the funky ideas they give you for makeup.  But you never are going to use it in your real life.  Do you ever notice how all of the the magazines are filled with stuff you don&#8217;t need.  Or maybe stuff that you can&#8217;t wear more than once.  And, the stuff that you like, would look like total crap if you wore it!  It also bugs me how all of the crap that is in there is either really expensive or it is in this crazy store that you have never heard of!</p>
<p>And some of the makeup things that they have in there, no one in their right mind would ever do that unless they wanted to be made fun of for the rest of your life!  Also, they don&#8217;t do a very good job of telling you how to do something.  I tried to do this one eye idea where you put a lot of eyeliner on the upper lid.  It looked really good on the girl in the magazine.  But on my friend, it looked like she had a black eye or something.</p>
<p>The drama stories that they have in there, they are so extrememe, that you don&#8217;t think that they could ever happen again.  One was about two lesbian girls who killed their grandparents, one was about someone being killed for being pregnant and the another was of a poor homeless man being killed by four teenagers.  Hopefully none of these will happen again, but you can&#8217;t relate to them at ALL!</p>
<p>I think that the only thing that anyone can really relate to is the funny stories section.  There is some hilarious stuff in there, but it is very realistic.  I can really relate to all of these things that other people were brave enough to send in.  I start cracking up anytime that I read this part.  So, this is now the only section that I even bother to look at.  It is the only one that you can really understand.  If I were you, I wouldn&#8217;t buy Seventeen magazine.  It is a waste of time and money.</p>
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		<title>math</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/03/03/math/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 05:21:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Math.
it pretty much sucks
i mean, who needs to know that 144*0.5=y
unless you are planning to go into accounting or somethin
then it is pretty much a waste of time
who cares how many sides an octogon has
or what the y-intercept is
NO ONE!!!
i think that math should be optional
from algebra on, there is a bunch of crap
you don&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Math.<br />
it pretty much sucks<br />
i mean, who needs to know that 144*0.5=y<br />
unless you are planning to go into accounting or somethin<br />
then it is pretty much a waste of time<br />
who cares how many sides an octogon has<br />
or what the y-intercept is<br />
NO ONE!!!<br />
i think that math should be optional<br />
from algebra on, there is a bunch of crap<br />
you don&#8217;t need to know<br />
and the teachers&#8230;<br />
they try to convince you that you need to know this and that<br />
they are just trying to do their job and all<br />
but all you really need is the basics<br />
a zookeeper doesn&#8217;t need to know the square root of 13 is 149<br />
its like some old guys just randomly decided that math was important<br />
but some jobs need it<br />
so the people who want to do jobs with math should be the ones who have to do it<br />
not the people who don&#8217;t want to do anything with it!</p>
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		<title>Sound</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/02/22/sound/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 23:27:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What if the world were silent
We wouldn&#8217;t need ears
We wouldn&#8217;t need laughboxes and voiceboxes
We wouldn&#8217;t hear the yelling and screaming
No one&#8217;s feelings would get hurt because they were called a name
We wouldn&#8217;t be able to laugh
We wouldn&#8217;t be able to talk
All of the trees in the world would be cut down
So much paper would be [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What if the world were silent</p>
<p>We wouldn&#8217;t need ears</p>
<p>We wouldn&#8217;t need laughboxes and voiceboxes</p>
<p>We wouldn&#8217;t hear the yelling and screaming</p>
<p>No one&#8217;s feelings would get hurt because they were called a name</p>
<p>We wouldn&#8217;t be able to laugh</p>
<p>We wouldn&#8217;t be able to talk</p>
<p>All of the trees in the world would be cut down</p>
<p>So much paper would be used</p>
<p>All of the simple things that we take for granted would be gone</p>
<p>All of our entertainment would be gone</p>
<p>No tv</p>
<p>No iPods</p>
<p>No talking on the phone</p>
<p>Everything would be on paper</p>
<p>It would take forever to comunicate</p>
<p>I think that even though some of the noises that we hear in the world are bad</p>
<p>The world would pretty much suck without sound</p>
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		<title>reality</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/02/13/reality/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 16:12:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[movies and television
they are so different from what life is really like
no one ever has seen a doll that runs around and murders people
or a mouse that turns into a horse after a godmother says bippety boppety boo
&#160;
yet some movies and television
seem so real and so true
that we get lost in their worlds and start [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="left">movies and television</p>
<p align="left">they are so different from what life is really like</p>
<p align="left">no one ever has seen a doll that runs around and murders people</p>
<p align="left">or a mouse that turns into a horse after a godmother says bippety boppety boo</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">yet some movies and television</p>
<p align="left">seem so real and so true</p>
<p align="left">that we get lost in their worlds and start believing that a doll is going to pop out</p>
<p align="left">or that our pet mouse jasper will turn into the horse that drives us to the ball</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">movies and television</p>
<p align="left">the fairytales in movies don&#8217;t happen</p>
<p align="left">the horror that movies depict hopefully will never</p>
<p align="left">the people in our favorite tv shows aren&#8217;t real</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">yet there are some people who live life like a horror movie</p>
<p align="left">some people play the evil doll, who murders innocent people for a stupid reason</p>
<p align="left">some people play the victim, the innocent person who was killed for a stupid reason</p>
<p align="left">some people play the victim&#8217;s family, the people whose lives are dramaticly changed</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">then there are the people who live life like a fairytale</p>
<p align="left">some people play the pretty girl, who is nice and sweet but undiscovered by love</p>
<p align="left">some people play the evil stepsister, who is blocking the beautiful girl from life</p>
<p align="left">some people play the helpers, the ones who love the beautiful girl and help her</p>
<p align="left">some people play prince, the lucky guy who meets the girl and falls in love</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">i believe that in life</p>
<p align="left">you need to make your own fairytales</p>
<p align="left">you need to stop the horror story from unraveling</p>
<p align="left">you need to make your own miracle</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">tv and movies</p>
<p align="left">they give us ideas of what perfect is</p>
<p align="left">but their perfect shouldn&#8217;t be your perfect</p>
<p align="left">you need to make things happen</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">because in reality</p>
<p align="left">a fairytale can happen once upon a time</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="left">&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>Say Goodbye</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/01/30/say-goodbye/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 04:23:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s Never a Right Time to Say Goodbye.
In this song, Chris Brown is talking about saying goodbye to a girlfriend.  But I think that this phrase is true in more than just love, but in life.  When a loved one dies,  you don&#8217;t want to have to say goodbye.  There&#8217;s never a right time to and no one [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s Never a Right Time to Say Goodbye.</p>
<p>In this song, Chris Brown is talking about saying goodbye to a girlfriend.  But I think that this phrase is true in more than just love, but in life.  When a loved one dies,  you don&#8217;t want to have to say goodbye.  There&#8217;s never a right time to and no one should ever have to, but everyone does.  I have been lucky enough not to have anyone in my family that I was really close to pass away.  My great-grandparents did, and I loved them, but not as I love my mom, dad, sister, cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents and friends.  I grew up with them and was born into a very closeknit family, and I wouldn&#8217;t have it any other way.  I know a lot of people out there feel the same way and have to bite their lips when their mind starts to travel down the thought of a loved one dying.  I have been lucky.  But many others I know haven&#8217;t. </p>
<p>I have a friend.  She is one of the coolest and funniest people you&#8217;ll ever meet.  You would never guess that she had to go through the tradgedy of losing a parent at a young age.  She passes it off like she&#8217;s okay, but I sometimes wonder if her hurt is deeper than the eyes can even begin to see and the soul, begin to comprehend.  One of my dad&#8217;s best friends growing up had a son.  He was a tall, skinny basketball player who was in college.  He comitted suicide.  No one knew why.  He seemed fine.  The hurt that his parents feel, I know that it will never go away.  Every little thing will remind them of him, and they will have to live the rest of their lives thinking what they did wrong to make their baby kill himself.</p>
<p>Death is a part of life.  Sometimes, you know that it is coming.  But sometimes, it sneaks up on you.  But whether it is expected or unexpected, you need to know that the last thing you said to them was nice, that you went the extra mile to make sure you saw them.  Because if it is unexpected, you will never forgive yourself for calling them something mean, or not calling them to see how they were doing.  Tell the people that you love how you feel.  Live life to the fullest.  Make sure that when you have to say goodbye, there are no regrets.  &#8220;Death is not the greatest loss in life.  The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.&#8221;</p>
<p>                                                                 Norman Cousins </p>
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		<title>Except for him</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/01/23/except-for-him/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 02:47:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She makes it so obvious
Everyone can tell that she loves him
Except for him
She makes it so clear
Everyone understands that she wants him
Except for him
She makes it so easy
Everyone sees that he has the opportunity to go for it
Except for him
She lays it all on the line
Everyone wants it to happen
Except for him
She gets over him
Everyone [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She makes it so obvious</p>
<p>Everyone can tell that she loves him</p>
<p>Except for him</p>
<p>She makes it so clear</p>
<p>Everyone understands that she wants him</p>
<p>Except for him</p>
<p>She makes it so easy</p>
<p>Everyone sees that he has the opportunity to go for it</p>
<p>Except for him</p>
<p>She lays it all on the line</p>
<p>Everyone wants it to happen</p>
<p>Except for him</p>
<p>She gets over him</p>
<p>Everyone understands that she doesn&#8217;t like him like that anymore</p>
<p>Except for him</p>
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		<title>THE LIKE SYNDROME</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/01/23/the-like-syndrome/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 20:53:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[     Today in Highlands Ranch, another girl was diagnosed with the like syndrome.  She was in her language arts class when she said like 14 times in one minute.  She was immediately rushed to the emergency room where her doctor diagnosed her.  &#8220;She is one of the worst cases I&#8217;ve seen&#8221; said Dr. Valleyboy.  The [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>     Today in Highlands Ranch, another girl was diagnosed with the like syndrome.  She was in her language arts class when she said like 14 times in one minute.  She was immediately rushed to the emergency room where her doctor diagnosed her.  &#8220;She is one of the worst cases I&#8217;ve seen&#8221; said Dr. Valleyboy.  The like syndrome, for those of you who have been lucky enough not to cross it&#8217;s path, is a syndrome thats affecting more than 3/4 of America&#8217;s adolescence.  It is a highly contagious bug that causes the host to use the word &#8216;like&#8217; as a pause rather than an actually meaning  excessively .  For example &#8220;I am like so pissed of cuz she like, was totally being a jerk and I was like oh my gosh, just chill out!  Its not like that big of a deal!&#8221;  It is so unfortunate when someone you love is diagnosed.  I don&#8217;t think that anyone takes it harder than the parents.  &#8220;She was just a normal girl who loved to play sports.  I don&#8217;t know when it hit her, she never use to say like, but all of a sudden, she said it 5 times in one sentence and I thought I was protecting her by not taking her to the doctors, but&#8230;  I guess I shoulda taken her in, maybe we could have caught it early.  She is wavering and is in the contagious period, so I can&#8217;t even talk to my baby! Excuse me&#8230;&#8221;  was all that her mother was able to tell us before she burst into tears. The name of the girl is being held confidential.</p>
<p>     There is another girl who had a similar case, though her ending is a parents worst dream.  Her name was Veronica and she lived in Dayton, Ohio with her parents and older brother Scott.  She was a tomboy, she always had her hair up, sporty clothes on and dirt on her face.  &#8221;She never said like,&#8221; recalled her brother, &#8220;she was always playin football with the guys and didn&#8217;t have time to say like.&#8221;  Then one day, she got the bug.  &#8221;I remember every detail.  We were sitting at the kitchen tabel eating KFC, when all of a sudden she said &#8216;This is like really good!&#8217;  We were proud of her at first because we thought that she was becoming more of a girl,&#8221;  said Paul.  &#8220;Then she just started saying like in a row, &#8216;like like like like like like like like like like like like like like like like&#8230;&#8217; and we were all flabergasted.  We immediatly called 911, but when they came, they told us it was too late.  The bug had consumed Veronica&#8217;s identity.  She slowly began to say like in every sentence, flip her hair around, wear nice clothes, and talk in the fake, valleygirl voice.</p>
<p>     This syndrome is sweeping the nation. The best thing you can do to protect yourself is by not saying like as a pause at all. Also it is best to seperate yourself from anyone who does, for it can become highly contagious. If you do get like syndrome, then you must be ready for intense theropy. It may take weeks of rehab to break the habit and force the bug out. BEWARE OF THE LIKE SYNDROME AND KNOW THE SYMPTOMS! For more information go to www.likelikelikelike.com</p>
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		<title>SHOES!!!</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/01/16/shoes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 16:34:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shoes
Shoes
Shoes
OH MY GOSH SHOES!!!
Let&#8217;s get some shoes
Let&#8217;s get some shoes
Let&#8217;s get some shoes
Let&#8217;s get some shoes
These shoes RULE
These shoes SUCK
These shoes RULE
These shoes SUCK
Shoes
Shoes
Shoes
OH MY GOSH SHOES
These shoes RULE
These shoes SUCK
These shoes SUCK
These shoes SUCK
I think you have too many shoes
SHUT UP
I think you have too many shoes
SHUT UP
I think you have too many shoes
SHUT [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shoes<br />
Shoes<br />
Shoes<br />
OH MY GOSH SHOES!!!</p>
<p>Let&#8217;s get some shoes<br />
Let&#8217;s get some shoes<br />
Let&#8217;s get some shoes<br />
Let&#8217;s get some shoes</p>
<p>These shoes RULE<br />
These shoes SUCK<br />
These shoes RULE<br />
These shoes SUCK</p>
<p>Shoes<br />
Shoes<br />
Shoes<br />
OH MY GOSH SHOES</p>
<p>These shoes RULE<br />
These shoes SUCK<br />
These shoes SUCK<br />
These shoes SUCK</p>
<p>I think you have too many shoes<br />
SHUT UP<br />
I think you have too many shoes<br />
SHUT UP<br />
I think you have too many shoes<br />
SHUT UP<br />
I think you have too many shoes<br />
SHUT UP</p>
<p>Stupid boy<br />
Stupid boy<br />
Let&#8217;s get some shoes<br />
LET&#8217;S PARTY!!!</p>
<p>Well for those of you who haven&#8217;t seen the shoes video by Kelly, you probably think that I am totally insane and crazy about shoes.  For those of you that have, you know the rythym to the words and how hilarious they are when said by a man dressed up as a woman.  This is probably the most random thing that I have ever seen, besides the charlie the unicorn video but that&#8217;s a story all in its own.  Anyway, it is funny in an indescribably crazy sort of way.  I think it is the tone of voice, the uglyness and the fact that he is an extremist shopper addicted to shoes.  I will warn you that the ending is weird and he starts to say some pretty bad and unnecessary things so if I were you I would stop it right after he starts to say &#8220;These shoes are $300&#8243;  because then he goes a little crazy with a certain word that is not a good word to be screaming at the top of our lungs.  It is a funny random video and the beginning is pretty fricken funny so YEAH!!!</p>
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		<title>Gossip</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 04:25:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She said this.  He said that.  Gossip.  Hearsay.  Why do we do it?  Why do we feel the need to say stuff that can be mean, cruel and untrue behind people&#8217;s backs?  I will admit that I have done it, but come-on, everyone has.  But WHY???  I have a thought.  I think that when someone [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She said this.  He said that.  Gossip.  Hearsay.  Why do we do it?  Why do we feel the need to say stuff that can be mean, cruel and untrue behind people&#8217;s backs?  I will admit that I have done it, but come-on, everyone has.  But WHY???  I have a thought.  I think that when someone that you know does something, especially if it is mean or out of character, you feel the need to tell someone so you don&#8217;t hold the burden of knowing the truth alone.  So instead of telling your family who will just listen but probably not care a whole lot, we tell our second family who are also known as friends.  We spill and feel the relief.  We feel proud of the fact that we share the burden of the truth with someone.  But just like you, your friend feels the need to tell, so they tell someone else.  This cycle continues and sometimes the stories get warped, for better or worse.  Another thought.  When our friend does something we don&#8217;t agree with we freak out.  But instead of telling them how you feel to their face, we go to our friend who agrees with us.  We go back and forth dishing the person until we feel good enough to just forget about it and move on.  The next time it happens, the same response with the dishing.  But sometimes your friend finds out.  Then they get upset that you didn&#8217;t have the courage to stand up and tell them how you felt.  People are going to get hurt in life.  That&#8217;s just part of the game.  But how would you like your friend to get hurt.  By you being honest, telling them how you feel, and working it out together&#8230; or by hearsay.   </p>
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		<title>Personal Curriculum</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2007/01/02/personal-curriculum/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 16:25:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1.) I want to learn how to match my makeup, hair, and clothes with my features by reading articles from magazines.  I will need magazines, makeup, hair products, and clothes
2.) I want to learn how to make a really cool video on iMovie by reading an info packet and cool ideas.  I will [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1.) I want to learn how to match my makeup, hair, and clothes with my features by reading articles from magazines.  I will need magazines, makeup, hair products, and clothes</p>
<p>2.) I want to learn how to make a really cool video on iMovie by reading an info packet and cool ideas.  I will need a computer, video camera and actors/actresses</p>
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		<title>20 of the &#8220;Best&#8221; Comebacks</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 04:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1) You sound reasonable&#8230; time to up the medication
2) I don&#8217;t know what your problem is but I bet it&#8217;s hard to pronounce
3) I like you, you remind me of when I was young and stupid
4) I&#8217;ll try to be nicer if you try being smarter
5) I&#8217;m out of my mind, but feel free to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1) You sound reasonable&#8230; time to up the medication</p>
<p>2) I don&#8217;t know what your problem is but I bet it&#8217;s hard to pronounce</p>
<p>3) I like you, you remind me of when I was young and stupid</p>
<p>4) I&#8217;ll try to be nicer if you try being smarter</p>
<p>5) I&#8217;m out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message</p>
<p>6) I&#8217;m really easy to get along with once people learn to worship me</p>
<p>7) I&#8217;m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth</p>
<p> <img src='http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif' alt='8)' class='wp-smiley' /> I&#8217;m not being rude, your just insignificant</p>
<p>9) You got your brain very early.  Apparently the warrenty has run out.</p>
<p>10) I may be fat, but you&#8217;ll always be ugly, and I can diet</p>
<p>11) Did I invite you to my barbque, cuz why you all up in my grill?</p>
<p>12) The 80&#8217;s called, they want their clothes back</p>
<p>13) I&#8217;m trying to imagine you with a personality</p>
<p>14) Too many freaks, not enough circuses</p>
<p>15) Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed</p>
<p>16) Don&#8217;t you need a license to be that ugly?</p>
<p>17) I&#8217;ll give you a nice, shiny quarter if you&#8217;ll go away</p>
<p>18) Your not yourself today, I noticed the improvement immediately</p>
<p>19) Your a habit I&#8217;d like to kick, with both feet</p>
<p>20) Hi! I&#8217;m a human being, what are you?</p>
<p>HOW CRUEL CAN YOU GET?!  I looked up comebacks on google and was pretty amazed at some of the mean stuff that people have thought of to say.  Why would you say something like this to someone?  The ONLY time that it is okay is if you are telling it to one of your good friends and they know that you are kidding.  Otherwise, YOU ARE A MEANY HEAD! Now, if you had said one of these to someone, and you weren&#8217;t being a goofy goober and just messin, than you need to go and apologize!&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; please?</p>
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		<title>20 of the Cheesiest Pickup Lines</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2006/11/29/20-of-the-cheesiest-pickup-lines/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 00:03:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1) Did you fart, cuz you blow me away!
2) Did it hurt when you feel from heaven cuz you must be an angel!
3) If at any point during the night you feel the need to make-out with anyone, I&#8217;m there for you!
4) Are you tired cuz you been running through my mind all day!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font color="#3399ff">1) Did you fart, cuz you blow me away!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff9900">2) Did it hurt when you feel from heaven cuz you must be an angel!</font></p>
<p><font color="#00cc00">3) If at any point during the night you feel the need to make-out with anyone, I&#8217;m there for you!</font></p>
<p><font color="#cc00ff">4) Are you tired cuz you been </font><font color="#cc33ff">running through my mind all day!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff66ff">5) Do you have a map, cuz I&#8217;m getting lost in your eyes!</font></p>
<p><font color="#3399ff">6) I think I dropped something, o yea, my jaw!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff9900">7) If I followed you home, would you keep me?</font></p>
<p><font color="#00cc00"> <img src='http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cool.gif' alt='8)' class='wp-smiley' /> If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together!</font></p>
<p><font color="#cc00ff">9) Your daddy must have been a baker, cuz you got a nice set of buns!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff66ff">10) Your name must be Mickey cuz you fine!</font></p>
<p><font color="#3399ff">11) Do you like raisins? How about a date?</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff9900">12) Do you know karate cuz your body is kickin!</font></p>
<p><font color="#00cc00">13) If you were a bugger I&#8217;d pick you first!</font></p>
<p><font color="#cc00ff">14) Do you have a library card cuz I&#8217;d like to check you out!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff66ff">15) Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?</font></p>
<p><font color="#33ccff">16) Baby, you must be a broom cuz you just swept me off my feet!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff9900">17) If I got a nickle for every time I saw someone as cute as you, I&#8217;d have 5 cents!</font></p>
<p><font color="#00cc00">18) Are you a parking ticket cuz you&#8217;ve got FINE written all over you!</font></p>
<p><font color="#cc33ff">19) Is your name Gillette cuz your the best a guy can get!</font></p>
<p><font color="#ff66ff">20) Can I have your picture so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?</font></p>
<p><font color="#000000">As hilarious as these pickup lines are, they rarely work.  Shocking, I know.  Why are there so many if they rarely work? I&#8217;m not sure, but I think that they are used as jokes more than pickup lines.  I don&#8217;t think I have ever heard anyone go up to a complete stranger and tell them one of these.  The only time I have ever heard or used these are between friends.  They are funny.  People like things that are funny so people like these lines.  They give you a good laugh.  I am going to leave you all with a challenge.  I want you all to go up to a complete stranger and tell them your favorite line from the above list.  Comment back to me what line you used and if it worked or of the persons reaction.  I am curious to see how many of you are willing to possibly make a complete fool of yourself, but more importantly, if they are more successful than I think they are.</font></p>
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		<title>Pressure</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 00:48:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[All that stands between the net and the ball is me
The only chance of winning is if I am able to stop the ball from rolling down the whitemesh
The opposition walks on the grass, crunching it beneath her feet
She is probably just as nervous as I am, because she knows if she misses, I win
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font color="#000000">All that stands between the net and the ball is me</font></p>
<p>The only chance of winning is if I am able to stop the ball from rolling down the whitemesh<br />
The opposition walks on the grass, crunching it beneath her feet</p>
<p>She is probably just as nervous as I am, because she knows if she misses, I win</p>
<p>She spins the ball a few times and rubs it for good luck before placing it on the little white line that represents the twelve yards between winning and losing</p>
<p>She slowly backs away from the ball, ready to strike as I take a deep breath and stradle my nerves and the reff gets ready to blow the whistle</p>
<p>It seems like and eternity</p>
<p>The nerves are climbing up my body slowly crippling my confidence<br />
What if I don&#8217;t make an easy save and we lose</p>
<p>I take a deep breath and started to stop the nerves from reaching my heart, for I know that as soon as they did, all hope for my team would be lost</p>
<p>I am on the line, the reff blows the wistles</p>
<p>She quickly diverts her eyes to the left corner, and I read her like a map</p>
<p>As she strikes the ball with the muddy white laces of her cleats, the ball starts moving towards the left corner</p>
<p>I move with the ball</p>
<p>I take a quick step and then dive with all of my heart at the sphere of happiness and dread</p>
<p>My right arm extends further than my left</p>
<p>With my fingertips, I shove the ball away from the goal it was so desperately trying to get to</p>
<p>I hit the ground hard, but I don&#8217;t feel a thing</p>
<p>I get up and run to my team</p>
<p>It was an instinct</p>
<p>As the 17 bodies of my team collided, we became one</p>
<p>An unstoppable mass of love for eachother, winning and most of all: the game </p>
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		<title>War</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 00:53:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why do we feel the need to fight
To go to war even when its not right
To shoot and kill another man
To kill him is to ruin God&#8217;s plan
    ~    *    ~    *    ~ 
Why do we kill the innocent ones
The ones who turn and have no guns
Sometimes children are on this losing side
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why do we feel the need to fight</p>
<p>To go to war even when its not right</p>
<p>To shoot and kill another man</p>
<p>To kill him is to ruin God&#8217;s plan</p>
<p>    ~    *    ~    *    ~ </p>
<p>Why do we kill the innocent ones</p>
<p>The ones who turn and have no guns</p>
<p>Sometimes children are on this losing side</p>
<p>We shoot at them while they try to run and hide </p>
<p>    ~    *    ~    *    ~</p>
<p>Why do we even go to war</p>
<p>And with a sudden bang close the door</p>
<p>The door of calmeness the door of peace</p>
<p>Why do we keep shooting instead of making it cease</p>
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		<title>Untimely Meetings Part 2</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[    She stoped.  Her breath was the only thing keeping her alive.  She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.  Her mind said Run Amber! You gotta run if you have any chance of living! but her legs were paralyzed in fear.  She just stood there, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>    She stoped.  Her breath was the only thing keeping her alive.  She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.  Her mind said Run Amber! You gotta run if you have any chance of living! but her legs were paralyzed in fear.  She just stood there, waiting for that fear to creep up her whole body and engulf her heart and kill her before Kyle would have the chance.  She turned to run, but Kyle reached out with a firm hand and stopped her.  </p>
<p>     &#8221; I do love you Amber, so I am going to give you a little bit of a chance.  If you tell me all about your new lover, I will give you another option.&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8221; Fine, I will tell you about Ray Brown.  He is tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He has the best smile I have ever seen.  He has a dimple on his left cheek.  He has ripped abs.  He is  smart and funny and kind and sweet and determined and athletic and faithful.  We have been dating for almost a year now, and I think I might love him.&#8221;</p>
<p>     As Amber spoke, Kyle had grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down what she had said.  He slowly folded the paper and put it in the pocket of his black sweats before placing the knife on the kitchen table and sitting down on the coach.</p>
<p>     &#8220;Come here Amber. I don&#8217;t have any knifes. You can check me if you want.&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8220;I believe you, I won&#8217;t need to check.&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8220;CHECK!!!&#8221;</p>
<p>     Amber frantickly scrambled over to Kyle and started to pat him down, careful of where she put her hands as to not give him any ideas.  Even without a knife, it would be easy for Kyle to kill her, and she knew that.  He was strong in high school and even now she could see his biceps bulging even with a sweatshirt on.  She would be easily overpowered.  </p>
<p>     &#8220;Sit down,&#8221; Klye said as he patted on the smooth black leather next him.</p>
<p>     Amber hesitated.  She took a seat, careful not to touch him as she sat down.  All that caution was soon wasted as Kyle forced his arm around her and pulled her close.  She tried to jerk away, but he was to strong.  As soon as Amber stopped struggling, Kyle relaxed his arm.</p>
<p>     &#8220;You have two options.  It doesn&#8217;t matter which one you choose, they will both end in the same result.  You will be dead.  I am doing this through pure love&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8220;What&#8230;&#8221; Amber gasped.  Then her voice became stronger and more defiant.  &#8220;If you truely loved me, you wouldn&#8217;t kill me!  If you truely loved me, you&#8230;, you would let me be with Ray because you would want what was best for ME!  No, you don&#8217;t truely love me, I was just the only girl who ever gave you a chance and now that no girl will even look at you, you think that I am the one, but I&#8217;m not!  Please Kyle, this is not about you loving me or even knowing me, this is about you being a sick and twisted guy who needs to kill the only thing that gets close to his heart!&#8221;</p>
<p>     Kyle just sat and listened.  He had no reaction whatsoever.  Amber had hoped that her little speech would make him leave her alone, but it didn&#8217;t make him waver one bit.</p>
<p>     &#8220;Are you ready to hear your options?&#8221; Kyle said in a chilling tone.  Amber did nothing but give a curt nod.  &#8220;Good.  Option 1, you let me kill you right here.  I&#8217;ll get it over with a quick stab to the heart so you can go to heaven.  Option 2, you can run.  You can tell the police, move, get your name changed, whatever you please.  But I will find you and when I do, I will kill you slowly and painfully, until you are begging me to end it.  So Amber, what will it be?&#8221;</p>
<p>     Amber didn&#8217;t even answer.  She grabbed her dog and car keys and sprinted to her car without turning back once.  She was going to go to the police and give Kyle a taste of his own medicine.</p>
<p>*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!TO BE CONTINUED!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*</p>
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		<title>Untimely Meetings</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 01:40:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[     She woke with a start. She was hot and sweaty, her blood boiling in her veins. She took a jagged breath and sat up. She had heard something. Her dog had run out of the room. She crawled out of bed and slowly pulled open her nightstand table. Grasping a small pistol, she crept [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>     She woke with a start. She was hot and sweaty, her blood boiling in her veins. She took a jagged breath and sat up. She had heard something. Her dog had run out of the room. She crawled out of bed and slowly pulled open her nightstand table. Grasping a small pistol, she crept into the hallway and stopped, peering into the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. She continued moving towards the livingroom, where she heard something stop moving. She closed her eyes and curved with the wall as it turned into the room. There was her dog on the couch across the room, starring behind her with coal black eyes, unmoving and stiff. She gasped with relief and called her dog. He didn&#8217;t come. Instead, he growled a warning and ran into the bedroom. She turned cold and stiff. Slowly cocking her head, she turned to see a man in all black sitting at the kitchen table. She shivered.</p>
<p>     &#8220;Hello Amber,&#8221; the man said in a cool voice, &#8220;how are you this evening?&#8221;<br />
    <br />
     &#8220;I&#8217;m good except for the fact that I have a complete stranger sitting in my living room.&#8221;<br />
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     &#8220;Oh Amber! Don&#8217;t you remember me?&#8221;<br />
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     She thought. The tone had sounded oddly familiar, it was the kind that tickels your spine and gives you goose bumps. She had heard it before. It was in third grade. No, no one talks like that when they are seven. It had to be high school, when most of the boys had the voice of a man. Was it Billy Wexler from English class? No, his voice was deeper. Was it Rob Finkley? No, his voice was a little higher, kinder. That&#8217;s when it hit her.  Kyle Montgomery.  Her old boy friend.  She had loved him with all her heart and thought that he was the one she was going to spend the rest of her life with until she saw him making out with her best friend Cindy.  When she confronted him, he denyed it, but she knew it was him.  She didn&#8217;t talk to him for the rest of high school. </p>
<p>     &#8220;Yes dear, it&#8217;s me.&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8220;What are you doing here?  What do you want?&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8220;Do you love me?&#8221;</p>
<p>      &#8220;What?&#8221; Amber gasped.  She felt like a big ball had hit her smack in the stomach.  Every breath she drew was taxing.  She didn&#8217;t know what to say.</p>
<p>     &#8220;You heard me!&#8221; Kyle stood and started to stalk over to her, but stopped.  &#8220;I said do you love me?&#8221;  He pulled of his black hood and starred at her with icey eyes and a taught face.</p>
<p>     &#8220;Kyle, it&#8217;s been such a long time.  I&#8217;ve moved on.  I don&#8217;t think about you anymore and whenever I do, it is full of pain and hatred.  You BROKE my heart!  I did love you Kyle, but not anymore.&#8221;</p>
<p>     Amber stopped talking.  She could see his expression change from deep remorse to bubbling anger.  He just stood there and stared at her.  Amber held her breath and tried to look as though she was not scared and wouldn&#8217;t back down when inside, the fear was nawing at her heart. </p>
<p>     A small smirk crossed Kyle&#8217;s face.  It was once the look that had made Amber weak at ther knees, but now, it made her shake with fear.</p>
<p>     &#8221;You never were the kind to be scared Amber.  You always stood firm for what you believed and I admire that.  Even in my presence, when you can sense that I am not happy, you have the guts to slap me in the face and tell me that you have not thought about me as I have about you.  You are strong.  I have and always will love you.&#8221;</p>
<p>     &#8220;Please Kyle, don&#8217;t ask me to try to love you back or give you another shot.  I will admit, I kept loving you for the rest of junior year, but it&#8217;s been years since then!  I have a new love.  His name is Ray.  He is very kind and funny, just like you were, except he is faithful.  You had your chance and you blew it.&#8221;</p>
<p>     Kyle&#8217;s face looked exactly the same, but his eyes had changed.  They were all glassy, as if he wanted to cry.  Then the water slowly pooled away from the surface to show hate.  He reached his right arm into the left side of his cloak.</p>
<p>     &#8220;If I can&#8217;t have you&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>     His voice was deep and cool, icey and crippling.  He pulled out a sharp knife and smiled a big, wide, creapy smile.</p>
<p>     &#8220;&#8230; then no one can!&#8221;</p>
<p>* ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! TO BE CONTINUED ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! * ! *</p>
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		<title>LIFE</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 15:03:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let yourself sing like no one is listening
Let yourself dance like no one is watching
Let yourself love like no one cares
Let yourself laugh until your stomach hurts
Let yourself smile until your cheeks spaz
Let yourself live like there is no tomorrow
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Let yourself sing like no one is listening</p>
<p>Let yourself dance like no one is watching</p>
<p>Let yourself love like no one cares</p>
<p>Let yourself laugh until your stomach hurts</p>
<p>Let yourself smile until your cheeks spaz</p>
<p>Let yourself live like there is no tomorrow</p>
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		<title>Forgiveness</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 14:52:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She died.  She had been my best friend for 13 years and she died.  I am hollow.  I didn&#8217;t even get to say goodbye.  We had had a fight.  2 weeks ago.  I wouldn&#8217;t talk to her.  The last thing I said to her was &#8216;I HATE YOU!!! [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She died.  She had been my best friend for 13 years and she died.  I am hollow.  I didn&#8217;t even get to say goodbye.  We had had a fight.  2 weeks ago.  I wouldn&#8217;t talk to her.  The last thing I said to her was &#8216;I HATE YOU!!!  I&#8217;M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN!!!&#8217;.  I feel lost in a world of hate.  The guilt and remorse is nawing at my heart with sharp claws.  I can barely breath over the lump in my throat, and everytime I try, it is a painfull reminder of how she died without knowing that I was sorry for saying I hated her.  Deep inside, I still loved her, she was still my best friend.  I just needed some time to let the anger bubble off the surface so I could show her that I still cared.  Now she will never know, and I am left to feel the pain and suffering of not forgiving.</p>
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		<title>Get dem shoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 17:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Its all &#8217;bout dem shoes love, its all bout dem shoes.
If ye aint gots the goods for dem shoes, den ye aint gots nuttin ats all!!!
I don care how ya get dem goods, long as ya get dem shoes fur realz! ya&#8217;ll heard!
Yeah, and bouts dem shoes girl, you gots to get dem!
When ya wear [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com//is/image/0900631b80ecceceL.jpg?wid=500&amp;hei=500&amp;op_sharpen=1" height="93" width="93" />Its all &#8217;bout dem shoes love, its all bout dem shoes.</p>
<p>If ye aint gots the goods for dem shoes, den ye aint gots nuttin ats all!!!</p>
<p>I don care how ya get dem goods, long as ya get dem shoes fur realz! ya&#8217;ll heard!</p>
<p>Yeah, and bouts dem shoes girl, you gots to get dem!</p>
<p>When ya wear dem, dang girl, ya looks like a rich girl from da rich houses yo!</p>
<p>GET DEM DANG SHOES RIGHT NOW YO!!!</p>
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		<title>It&#8217;s All My Fault&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 17:25:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was 11:43 on Christmas eve
The moment that changed my life
I can remember every detail
I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep, Santa was coming
Snow flakes were wondering down from the sky
Floating about aimlessly
I was staring, amazed at the little white wonders,
When I heard my Mommy start to yell
I crept into the hallway
And sat right outside their room
Mommy [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was 11:43 on Christmas eve<br />
The moment that changed my life<br />
I can remember every detail</p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep, Santa was coming<br />
Snow flakes were wondering down from the sky<br />
Floating about aimlessly<br />
I was staring, amazed at the little white wonders,<br />
When I heard my Mommy start to yell</p>
<p>I crept into the hallway<br />
And sat right outside their room<br />
Mommy was yelling at Daddy<br />
I could tell she was cryin</p>
<p>She said &#8216;Don&#8217;t you love me?&#8217;<br />
He said &#8216;Of course I do!&#8217;<br />
&#8216;How long, how long have you been&#8230;&#8217;<br />
&#8216;For about a year&#8217; he had whispered in pain</p>
<p>She had started sobbing really loud<br />
She had run out of the room<br />
She didn&#8217;t even look at me when I said &#8216;Mommy?&#8217;<br />
I heard the garage door open<br />
And my Mommy drove away </p>
<p>My Daddy slammed the door<br />
I felt so alone<br />
I crawled into my older sisters bed and shook her awake<br />
&#8216;Mommy&#8217;s gone!&#8217; I had cried<br />
She got up and held me wearily<br />
&#8216;It&#8217;s okay, hush, dont worry, it&#8217;ll all be okay&#8217;</p>
<p>It&#8217;s all my fault I thought<br />
If I didn&#8217;t need to go to soccer and basketball all the time,<br />
Maybe Mommy would still be here&#8230;</p>
<p>*************************************************</p>
<p>Now I go back and forth between two homes<br />
One with my Mommy<br />
And one with my Daddy and New Mommy<br />
I wish they were still together<br />
It&#8217;s all my fault&#8230;</p>
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		<title>A Cold Day</title>
		<link>http://ballababy11.learnerblogs.org/2006/09/19/comment-for-bballchica/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 03:21:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I really liked bballchica&#8217;s a hot day.  I thought it was really good!  this is my piece A COLD DAY:
The air was crisp
The bitter cold was resonating through it
Touching my skin, with the slightest brush
Kissing my whole body with cool, cracked  lips
White mist covered the ground
Small snowflakes wondered through the gap of air between
cool cloud and froven ground
I stood on the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I really liked bballchica&#8217;s a hot day.  I thought it was really good!  this is my piece A COLD DAY:</p>
<p>The air was crisp</p>
<p>The bitter cold was resonating through it</p>
<p>Touching my skin, with the slightest brush</p>
<p>Kissing my whole body with cool, cracked  lips</p>
<p>White mist covered the ground</p>
<p>Small snowflakes wondered through the gap of air between</p>
<p>cool cloud and froven ground</p>
<p>I stood on the frost covered grass,</p>
<p>Marveling at the little diamonds left on each blade</p>
<p>As I breathed, I could see my secrets in the smoke emerging from my nose</p>
<p>All of this a tiny reminder that sometimes the biggest and most diverse wonders of the world</p>
<p>Are as small and unique as one tiny snowflake</p>
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		<title>We Were Wrong</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 15:09:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Twin Towers stood tall, like trees on planes of grass
We all thought that they were industructabe
We were wrong
There were two planes, both going to Los Angeles
We all thought they couldn&#8217;t get hijacked
We were wrong
The two planes were in New York City, flying low in the sky
We all thought they wouldn&#8217;t collide with the World [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Twin Towers stood tall, like trees on planes of grass<br />
We all thought that they were industructabe<br />
We were wrong</p>
<p>There were two planes, both going to Los Angeles<br />
We all thought they couldn&#8217;t get hijacked<br />
We were wrong</p>
<p>The two planes were in New York City, flying low in the sky<br />
We all thought they wouldn&#8217;t collide with the World Trade Centers<br />
We were wrong</p>
<p>Hundreds of firefighters in the lobby, trying to make an escape plan<br />
Thousands of people thinking they are going to be ok, unaware of the dangers<br />
We all thought that the towers wouldn&#8217;t collapse<br />
We were wrong</p>
<p>Americans in the Middle East, invading Iraq<br />
We all thought we were going to find nuculear bombs<br />
We were wrong</p>
<p>Millions of Americans in the Middle East, fighting a war<br />
We all thought this would be quick<br />
We were wrong</p>
<p>Now thousands are dead<br />
We all thought this was a good idea, and now some of us think<br />
We were wrong</p>
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		<title>Weird Moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 02:46:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It looked like a hole.  It didn&#8217;t look special, not like anything my dog couldn&#8217;t have done.  It did seem a little too deep, round and well perfect;like it was dug with a shovel versus a set of front paws;but that was easily overlookable.  Then, the next day, there was another one. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It looked like a hole.  It didn&#8217;t look special, not like anything my dog couldn&#8217;t have done.  It did seem a little too deep, round and well perfect;like it was dug with a shovel versus a set of front paws;but that was easily overlookable.  Then, the next day, there was another one.  The same size, shape and depth, but about 3 feet apart.  Coincidence, thats what I thought, but I was wrong.  The next day, the hole had gotten deeper.  And the next day, the hole got deeper.  It contined to get so deep, I finally came to terms with the fact that someone or something was digging holes in my lawn overnight.  I took survey of everything that was in my lawn.  An old shed, full of tools, but that was locked 24/7; a pot of flowers, a dirty old lawn gnome, and eleven of my dogs chew toys.  That night, I sat in my living room, patiently waiting for someone to come over my fence with a shovel and dig a hole.  To my suprise, that didn&#8217;t happen.  What did is totaly bizarre.  Promise not to laugh?  Okay, so remember my dusty old gnome?  Mmmk well, he&#8217;s alive.  Hey! You promised not to laugh! Thank you!  I felt my mouth drop as he shook himself off and walked over to the hole.  He jumped inside and started to dig.  I could only watch.  He dug for hours, but what can you expect with a shovel that size!  When he was finally done, he moved all the dirt to my flower pot and dumped it there.  I felt in a transe.  Its not everyday you see a live lawn gnome!  I cautiously got to the door and went outside.  He saw me and starred.  He smiled, winked and jumped into the hole.  I ran over and he was gone.  Yea, that was pretty much the weirdest moment in my life.  Just remember, if you have a lawn gnome and a hole, its the gnome!</p>
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