<?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-21228295</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:31:12.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of Marietta</title><subtitle type='html'>I am just venting.  Don't take it personal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-3542881239951983941</id><published>2010-04-30T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:38:43.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://marietta08.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://marietta08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-3542881239951983941?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/3542881239951983941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/3542881239951983941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115593848705671696</id><published>2006-08-15T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:01:27.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School...</title><content type='html'>I had my first class yesterday.  It was ok.  I am going to have to bust hump in that class.  FIN 3013 is going to be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had MGMT 3013.  That class wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ACC 3013 tomorrow.  I am not sure what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ACC 3023 on Thursday.  I have the same teacher for this class as I have for ACC 3013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my schedule...&lt;br /&gt;FIN 3013 - M - 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;MGMT 3013 - T - 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;ACC 3013 - W - 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;ACC 3023 - Th - 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my classes are at night.  That's a trip.  I may get a part-time job up at the school, if I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115593848705671696?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115593848705671696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115593848705671696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/08/school_15.html' title='School...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115593813652864812</id><published>2006-08-08T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:55:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Next Week</title><content type='html'>It's almost time for school again.  I go back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt; Here are my classes...&lt;br /&gt;ACC 3013&lt;br /&gt;ACC 3023&lt;br /&gt;FIN 3013&lt;br /&gt;MGMT 3013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester may be a little tough, but I know I can make it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115593813652864812?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115593813652864812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115593813652864812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-next-week.html' title='School Next Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115593787295256493</id><published>2006-08-08T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:51:12.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><content type='html'>I got my grades from last semester.  I got all As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECO 2023 - A&lt;br /&gt;ACC 2043 - A&lt;br /&gt;ACC 3103 - A&lt;br /&gt;MATH 3003 - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my GPA is 3.83.  Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Dean's List again this semester.  That's the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for another semster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115593787295256493?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115593787295256493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115593787295256493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/08/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115464392280927245</id><published>2006-08-01T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:01:30.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A). Three jobs you have had in your life: Elementary student, High school student, &amp;amp; College student &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B). Three movies you would watch over and over: Juwanna Mann, Flintstones Cartoons, &amp;amp; Kingdom Come &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C). Three places you have lived: &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofcarrington/"&gt;Carrington&lt;/a&gt;, Uzziah, &amp;amp; Giroux University &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D). Three TV shows you love to watch: Murder She Wrote, Law &amp;amp; Order, &amp;amp; Pimp My Ride &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E). Three places you have been on vacation: Uzziah, &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofmaddochabeach/"&gt;Maddocha Beach&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; Wyman &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F). Three websites I visit daily: &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/marietta/"&gt;My Diary&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren's Diary&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.ladawnyasworld.info/"&gt;LaDawnya's World&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G). Three of my favorite foods: Fried Chicken, Sweet Potato Pie, &amp;amp; Corn on the cob &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H). Three places I would rather be right now: On the beach, at the movies, or at a pizza place &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I). Three places I would never want to go: Hell, Jail, or Under a rail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115464392280927245?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464392280927245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464392280927245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-things.html' title='Three Things'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115464355605448844</id><published>2006-07-25T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:19:50.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Silly Questions</title><content type='html'>Any Nicknames?Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Name?Judie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Favorite Drink?Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Much Do You Love Your Job? Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Day Is It? Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot? Uzziah with my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Been To Africa? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Steal Any Traffic Signs? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Been In A Car Accident? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Door Or 4 Door? 4 Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad Dressing? Hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Pie? Sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number? 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food? Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day Of The Week? Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Brand Of Body Soap? Dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste? Colgate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Smell? My mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do To Relax? Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do You See Yourself In 10 Years? Out of College with a good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Do When You Are Bored? Surf the net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Enjoy Receiving? Presents &amp;amp; gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Pet Peeve? This survey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefs or Other? Briefs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115464355605448844?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464355605448844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464355605448844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/07/25-silly-questions.html' title='25 Silly Questions'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115464305704241955</id><published>2006-07-18T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:10:57.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At Home</title><content type='html'>I am back at home.  There isn't much going on down here.  We start school on August 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say today, so later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115464305704241955?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464305704241955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464305704241955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-at-home.html' title='Back At Home'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115464293571636799</id><published>2006-07-10T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:08:55.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is much to do today, so I created a new avatar. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="222" hspace="1" src="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/images/Signatures/images/avt_mariettaj_headphones.jpg" width="147" vspace="1" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;avatars.yahoo.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving on Wednesday to go back to &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofcarrington/"&gt;Carrington&lt;/a&gt;.  I am going to miss being down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115464293571636799?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464293571636799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464293571636799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-bored.html' title='Just Bored'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115464272051105635</id><published>2006-07-05T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:05:20.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Fun</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was the fourth of July.  We had so much fun down here on the farm.  One of the guys who works for my grandfather BBQed.  It was off the chain.  Everyone within a 100 miles had to be here.  We had all kinds of games, music, and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of way, I ended up managing the dunking booth.  It was one guy that no one could dunk.  Finally, &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; with her silly self just went over the the dunking arm and pushed it.  He must have chased Keren for three miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather and some of his friends sung for us at the end of the day.  It was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115464272051105635?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464272051105635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464272051105635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/07/fourth-of-july-fun.html' title='Fourth of July Fun'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115464232893725494</id><published>2006-06-27T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:58:48.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer's Market</title><content type='html'>We went to the farmer's market this past weekend.  &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; and I got to sell some of the fruit that we helped grow.  We sold all of the fruit we had.  I was shocked when my grandparents let us keep the money that we made.  That was so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115464232893725494?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464232893725494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115464232893725494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/06/farmers-market.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115092751334777757</id><published>2006-06-21T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:05:13.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Farm Girl</title><content type='html'>I have been working on my grandparent's farm in Uzziah.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's been hard, but it has been fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need a manicure something fierce.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After the first couple of days of working on the farm, I slept like a log.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so tired.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I have adjusted to the schedule.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We wake up at 6:00 AM.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We went to the farmer's market.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; and I sold a lot of stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was cool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We are at the library.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We get to quit early on Wednesday s because we go to church.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Church has been crazy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The pastor, Rev. Melvin is like 102 years-old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I almost fell asleep on Sunday during the service.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The musician is like 99 years-old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Most of the choir members are over 60 years-old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Keren and I are the two youngest people at the church.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That is too funny.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There are some fine farm hands on the farm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My grandfather has been tripping; calling us fast and stuff because we have been talking to them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My grandmother told him to leave us alone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My grandfather says that we are stopping them from working.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe if we slow them down enough, we won't have to work outside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That would be cool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think I have drunk a barrel of water since I have been down here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The good thing is that I have lost 4 pounds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't know how though because we have been eating some big old fashioned down home meals.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am glad that I came down here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's been fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115092751334777757?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115092751334777757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115092751334777757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-farm-girl.html' title='I&apos;m A Farm Girl'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115040388518517222</id><published>2006-06-15T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:38:52.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Uzziah</title><content type='html'>I am at the Uzziah public library.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As you can see from the opening, I am in Uzziah.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I may not be able to post much because my grandparents don't have a computer.&lt;br/&gt;It's okay down here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's good that &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; is here with me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It has been hot these few days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow, we start working on the farm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am dreading that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115040388518517222?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115040388518517222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115040388518517222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-uzziah.html' title='In Uzziah'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115014949233807128</id><published>2006-06-06T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:58:12.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Uzziah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's official.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to Uzziah to visit my father's parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure that I want to do that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have a farm down there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They sell what they grow at the &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofsouthernivy/"&gt;Southern Ivy&lt;/a&gt; farmer's market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are excited about me coming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They haven't seen me since in like 3 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a little excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; said that she would go to Uzziah with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are going to be down there for a month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will be leaving on June 12th.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will be coming back on July 12th.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do they have computers on farms?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115014949233807128?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115014949233807128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115014949233807128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-to-uzziah.html' title='Going to Uzziah'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-115014880972844408</id><published>2006-05-30T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:59:14.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, finals are over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to clean out my dorm room, pack up my things, and then head home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so happy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should be getting all As.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited that this semester is over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don't plan on attending Summer School.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother wants me to go visit my grandparents for a couple of weeks this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure that I want to go work on a farm this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to see if &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; wants to go with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope she does.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I don't know how often I will be posting this summer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26;"&gt;IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-115014880972844408?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115014880972844408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/115014880972844408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114851358934976673</id><published>2006-05-23T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:25:53.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Have Started</title><content type='html'>Finals have started.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had one yesterday.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had one today.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have one on Thursday and one on Friday. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; is still mad at me for not helping her study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What more does she want... I have given her my class notes, revised notes, and all kinds of study aids.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She should be able to study on her own.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think she just feels better when she has someone there to hold her hand.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know, I shouldn't talk about her like that, but she is tripping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh well, back to studying.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will be glad when this week is over.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114851358934976673?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114851358934976673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114851358934976673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/05/finals-have-started.html' title='Finals Have Started'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114799790776526310</id><published>2006-05-16T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:26:35.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS WEEK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things are crazy around here.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have four finals next week.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are in Economics 2023, Accounting 2043, Accounting 3103, and Math 3003.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am about ready to scream.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I should be getting all As.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am studying like crazy this week.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I haven't talked to anyone, Keren included.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She is mad at me.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She left me a nasty message on my voice mail.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will be glad when this week is over.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114799790776526310?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114799790776526310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114799790776526310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/05/finals-week.html' title='FINALS WEEK!!!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114799750119378694</id><published>2006-05-09T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:11:41.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests All Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just taking a quick break from studying.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have tests all this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get out of school on May 26.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, the professors are giving us our last tests before the finals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a stressful time right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keren has been bugging me like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is getting on my nerves.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to the studies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will let you know if I survive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114799750119378694?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114799750119378694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114799750119378694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/05/tests-all-week.html' title='Tests All Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114799735904203497</id><published>2006-05-02T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:27:05.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was just thinking about my life.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother died this time last year.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was crazy.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was pretty close to her.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was like my rock.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although I didn't know it then, she left me some money so that I could go to college.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I cried a little earlier today, but I am feeling better now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is all I can write right now.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114799735904203497?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114799735904203497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114799735904203497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114730803566154055</id><published>2006-04-25T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:40:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing In Particular</title><content type='html'>Nothing has happened of any interest lately.  Everyone around here is studying like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been alot of tests going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114730803566154055?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730803566154055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730803566154055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-in-particular.html' title='Nothing In Particular'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114730797088810800</id><published>2006-04-18T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:31:14.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keren &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Keren and I have been getting along well these days. She is back together with EBB. He appears to be doing better. He has even managed to buy her a gift or two. They have been cheap gifts, but it's cool. I am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren has been my girl since we were in our mothers' wombs. Our mothers are best friends. They became friends when they were like 8 or something. I don't think they even remember. Every since I can remember, Keren and I have been friends. My older brother and Keren's older brother were friends when they were younger. They grew apart after they went to college. My brother kind of went crazy after he left for college. He is into the whole art scene. It is kind of hard to tolerate him at times. He has an earring that has a chain that goes from one ear to the other. The chain drapes his neck. Keren's brother is a sportswriter for the local newspaper. Those two guys are so different that I don't see how they could have been friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren and I went to the same schools; both had two mothers, and dressed just alike. For awhile, we had people convinced that we were twins. My mother got us busted at school. Sometimes we still are able to convince people that we are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthdays are exactly two months apart. Mine is on 7/3. Her's is on 9/3. We usually have a party on 8/3. We have always done that. I think our parents thought it was a good idea because it would save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool having Keren as my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114730797088810800?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730797088810800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730797088810800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/04/keren-i.html' title='Keren &amp; I'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114730735873924225</id><published>2006-04-11T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:29:23.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Make-Up</title><content type='html'>Dilliard got EBB to come to the student center to hang out. I got Keren to come to the student center. That girl looked so sad. I tried cheering her up, but she wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilliard and EBB were playing pool. Keren and I walked around for awhile. I acted like I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Dilliard called my name. We pretended that we happened to meet by chance. Keren saw EBB and said that she wanted to leave. Dilliard talked her into staying. She stayed reluctantly. Keren and I watched EBB and Dilliard play. After awhile, EBB starting showing off for Keren. He would sneak smiles at her whenever he made a great shot. Keren tried hard to ignore him, but I could tell that she was enjoying the show. It was funny. Dilliard started showing off for me. He came over to me and danced each time he made a good shot. EBB looked at Keren like he wanted to do the same thing. Keren's face told him not to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pool game was over, Dilliard asked if we wanted to go get something to eat. Keren didn't want to. Dilliard said that EBB was going to treat. Keren decided to go after that. She said, "I gotta see this for myself." We ate in relative silence. Dilliard tried to get a conversation going, but it wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, Dilliard decided to go walking around the campus. He grabbed my hand and started walking. He left Keren and EBB alone to walk with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool. They made up. I am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilliard is so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114730735873924225?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730735873924225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730735873924225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/04/make-up.html' title='The Make-Up'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114730684237040918</id><published>2006-04-04T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:30:19.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date with Dilliard</title><content type='html'>I had a date with Dilliard last Friday. It was ok. I was still upset about the thing with &lt;a href="http://marietta.alwaysinspired.info/2006/03/they-broke-up.html"&gt;Keren and EBB breaking up&lt;/a&gt;. Dilliard apologized like crazy, but Keren was mad at me and I wasn't having an easy time getting over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies and then went to get something to eat. I wasn't any fun. Dilliard was cool about it. I ended up telling him everything about Keyva and me. He thought it was cool that we had been friends since we were in our mother's wombs. Our mothers are best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up with a plan to get Keren and EBB back together. I thought that was so cool. The date wasn't a total bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dilliard is too good to be true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114730684237040918?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730684237040918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114730684237040918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/04/date-with-dilliard.html' title='The Date with Dilliard'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114662466509238264</id><published>2006-03-28T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:32:38.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Broke Up</title><content type='html'>I felt like an idiot, although I shouldn't. EBB found out that Keren hung out with another guy while we were on Spring Break. Dillard said something about the dude while we were all hanging out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren looked at me as if I should have told Dillard not to say anything about the tall guy. EBB got ignant. He went off on Keren, Dillard, and me. Dillard and EBB got into a fight. Keren yelled at them both and told them to stop. EBB and Dillard stopped fighting. EBB stormed out of the room and yelled, "I don't ever wanna see you again!" Keren screamed back, "I don't wanna see your trifling behind again, either!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren has been sad and moping around every since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114662466509238264?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662466509238264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662466509238264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-broke-up.html' title='They Broke Up'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114662436369814485</id><published>2006-03-21T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:46:03.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to &lt;st1:place&gt;Victoria Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; with a group of people from the college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dillard went, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keren left EBB at the school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said that if he was too cheap to pay his own way, then she was going without him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was sad for most of the trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really think she wished EBB was there.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were college students everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a mad house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got overwhelmed by all the people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stayed in the room for a day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keren was there with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had been there the whole time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She thought that I was there to keep her company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I let her think that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before long, we had a room full of people in the room with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keren appeared to be having fun with some tall guy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spring Break was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dillard and I went for a couple of walks, went swimming, went to a carnival, and went to the movies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114662436369814485?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662436369814485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662436369814485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114662372887171675</id><published>2006-03-14T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:33:20.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster That Was the Cookie Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, the cookie contest was a disaster. Keren and I had planned on creating our Crazy for You Walnut M&amp;M Cookies. Since we needed M&amp;amp;Ms, we were supposed to bring them ourselves, along with any other special ingredients that we needed. Keren asked EBB to get the M&amp;Ms. He forgot. Keren lost he mind and cussed him out at the Contest. Everyone was looking at her like she was crazy. She left the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed and made the cookies. I used chocolate chips instead of M&amp;Ms. The cookies tasted okay. I didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought some of the leftover cookies to Keren. She threw them across the room, yelled something inaudible about EBB, and then started to cry. I tried&lt;br /&gt;to comfort her, but she pushed me away.&lt;br /&gt;This is not going to be pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114662372887171675?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662372887171675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662372887171675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/03/disaster-that-was-cookie-contest.html' title='Disaster That Was the Cookie Contest'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114662287338659292</id><published>2006-03-07T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:33:49.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than a couple of phone calls from Dillard, the week was quiet.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next week, we have the cookie contest in the Home Economics building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can't wait.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114662287338659292?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662287338659292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662287338659292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/03/silent-week.html' title='A Silent Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114662277376702181</id><published>2006-02-28T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:34:27.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with Dillard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My date with Dillard was great. We got something to eat and went to a local theater. They were performing a play called, "Leave Me in Peace." It wasn't very interesting to me, but Dillard seemed to be really into it. His cousin was the star of the play. I met him after the show. He is almost as fine as Dillard. Dillard's cousin, Harven, acted like he was a big time celebrity or something. It was so funny watching Harven walk around with his chest stuck out, waving at people. Dillard shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the after party with the cast. It was at Hardens, a local piano bar. The producer of the show rented it out for the night. It was cool. The band director for the play sat down at the piano and played for us. Dillard and I danced for awhile. Harven interrupted us and asked if he could dance with me. Dillard said it was okay. I didn't want to dance with that pompous idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced for like a minute or two before I started looking at Dillard to rescue me. It took him forever to get the hint. Finally, Dillard came and rescued me. I was mad at him, but he gave me this smile and I just melted. We hung out at Hardens until after 11:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove me back to my dorm. We sat in the car for awhile and talked. He asked me what I was doing for Spring Break. I told him that I didn't know yet. He said that he and some of his friends were going to Victoria Island. I think I have changed my mind about Precious Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me before he walked me to the front door. I wanted to faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Keren every single detail of the date. She went to sleep while I was talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114662277376702181?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662277376702181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662277376702181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/02/date-with-dillard.html' title='Date with Dillard'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114662141076042756</id><published>2006-02-21T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:35:02.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have a date with Dillard on Friday. I am so excited. I have picked out like ten different outfits. Keren is still mad at EBB, but she is trying to be supportive. I think I am getting on her nerves talking about Dillard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going good. I am getting excited about Spring Break. It's a month away. I think we are going to try to go to Victoria Island. I don't know yet. I kinda wanna go to Precious Mountain. There is still time to decide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114662141076042756?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662141076042756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114662141076042756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh My Goodness'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-114013808851001229</id><published>2006-02-15T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:35:50.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The sweetheart dance was great. Dilliard was great. I was great. Everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilliard picked me up. He had flowers, candy, and a stuffed dolphin. I love dolphins. I was grinning from ear to ear when he gave me my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the dance, &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt; met me outside. I could tell that she was heated. Smoke was coming out of her ears and nose. She grunted and told me that EBB (her boyfriend) hadn't gotten her a gift. (I told EBB earlier that week that I could get my mother to make something so that he could give it to Keren, but he said no. He is on a money saving kick these days.) I told Keren she could go home, but she didn't want to leave me. That's my girl. She always has my back like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced every dance with Dilliard. It was so cool. He danced so cute. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. EBB tried to cut in on one song, but Dilliard told him no. EBB probably wanted me to talk to Keren for him. I wasn't going to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilliard didn't even try to grab my behind on the slow dances. I wouldn't have minded if he had. (Ok, I know, I'm fast.) He spent me around on one slow dance. It was so corny, but I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and got something to eat. Keren and EBB went with us. Keren ate, but EBB didn't because he didn't have any money. I looked at Keren, thinking that she wasn't going to leave her boy hanging like that, but she did. She didn't even flinch. EBB actually looked hurt. Dilliard asked me if he should get EBB something to eat. I told him naw. Keren would have cut Dilliard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilliard took me home after a dismal dining experience because Keren was oozing venom and EBB looked like a wounded bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that Dilliard would kiss me. I was tempted to lean in and kiss him, but Keren had told me not to earlier. "He will think you are desperate. Just chill." She thought she was my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilliard kissed me on the cheek after we got to my porch. I guess that will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-114013808851001229?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114013808851001229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/114013808851001229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in Love!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-113944152091903286</id><published>2006-02-08T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:36:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VSD:  I'm Gonna Get Her Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I caught up with &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt;, finally. I can't prove it, but I think she was trying to avoid me. I didn't even get a chance to curse her out for telling Dillard that I wanted to go to the dance. She smiled and said, "You don't have to thank me. I got you back girl. You know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shook my head because Keren wasn't going to let me curse her out. She is my girl, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I am gonna get her back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-113944152091903286?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113944152091903286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113944152091903286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/02/vsd-im-gonna-get-her-back.html' title='VSD:  I&apos;m Gonna Get Her Back!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-113944134264788904</id><published>2006-02-08T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:37:09.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VSD:  You Wanna Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are having a Valentine Sweetheart Dance (VSD) at the school. I told Keren that I wanted to go. She is going with her boyfriend, EBB. She laughed at me and then said, "Why don't you ask ole boy from your class to go with you?" I looked at her like she was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on last week, Dilliard walked up to me after class and said, "I heard you wanted to go the dance with me." I stared at him. I couldn't say anything. He said, "Well, do you wanna go with me or not?" I managed to give him a yes. He smiled and handed me a piece of paper with his number on it. He said, "Call me." He walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna kill &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-113944134264788904?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113944134264788904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113944134264788904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/02/vsd-you-wanna-go.html' title='VSD:  You Wanna Go'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-113900563013258022</id><published>2006-02-02T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:45:39.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl, Keren</title><content type='html'>My girl, &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren&lt;/a&gt;, has her own blog now.  Go by and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blames me for her having one, but don't believe her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-113900563013258022?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113900563013258022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113900563013258022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-girl-keren.html' title='My Girl, Keren'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-113875715038638876</id><published>2006-01-26T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:38:12.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Should Know 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here Are The People In My Life...&lt;br /&gt;Me... Marietta Jameson&lt;br /&gt;My Mother... Judie Jameson&lt;br /&gt;My Bestfriend... &lt;a href="http://www.alwaysinspired.info/ImKeren/"&gt;Keren Townsend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guy I Like... Dillard Williams&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Professor... Dr. Frederick Magee (Accounting Professor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Are The Places In My Life...&lt;br /&gt;College... Giroux University In &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofcarrington/"&gt;Carrington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown... Carrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things About Me...&lt;br /&gt;Classification... Sophomore&lt;br /&gt;Major... Accounting&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color... Orange&lt;br /&gt;Birthday... 8/3/1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now. More to come later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-113875715038638876?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113875715038638876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113875715038638876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-you-should-know-2006.html' title='Things You Should Know 2006'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-113875601472804068</id><published>2006-01-26T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:39:36.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brighter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This time last week, I was ready to scream. This week was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to all of my classes on time. I was ready for my test. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entering a contest at the college. It is a cookie baking contest in the home economics department. My girl Keren is taking a cooking class. The contest is to have to bake a new kind of crazy cookie. I don't know if I will win, but I am going to try. Keren is entering the contest, too. She talked me into entering the contest with her. She is always doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy in my English class asked me for a pen. I almost fell out. He is so cute. I gave him a pen. He walked out of class with my pen. I caught up to him after class outside in the hall. He apologized for taking my pen. I was hoping that he would ask me out, but he didn't. Keren thinks I should ask him out or at least for his number. Yea, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got homework like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya next week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-113875601472804068?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113875601472804068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113875601472804068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/01/brighter-day.html' title='A Brighter Day'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21228295.post-113772043623499182</id><published>2006-01-19T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:40:17.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was crazy.  It started out ok, but things got progressive worse as the day went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school.  I miss the bus.  I know that fool saw me running for the bus.  As I was running across the street, my backpack flew open and all most of my stuff flew out of the backpack.  I felt like an idiot picking up books, paper, and pencils off the street.  I caught another bus like 10 minutes later, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to class ten minutes late.  The professor made a smart remark and wrote me down as tardy.  After class, I tried to tell him why I was late.  He didn't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left that class and went to my next class.  We had a pop quiz that I wasn't ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch.  Why did I waste my drink on the table?  That's all I can say about lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last class was messed up because I stayed in the library too long and I ended up being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got homework like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21228295-113772043623499182?l=marietta08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113772043623499182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21228295/posts/default/113772043623499182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marietta08.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-crazy.html' title='Today Was Crazy'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
