<?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-7390001</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:30.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgie's World</title><subtitle type='html'>On my Own</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-114973311645455377</id><published>2006-06-07T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:18:36.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b-b-back in Cali</title><content type='html'>So I'm here in Cali.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the lake and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff there yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus I go to SoCal soon.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand&lt;br /&gt;I have an Ipod!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-114973311645455377?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/114973311645455377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=114973311645455377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/114973311645455377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/114973311645455377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2006/06/b-b-back-in-cali.html' title='b-b-back in Cali'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-113148475717511875</id><published>2005-11-08T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:19:17.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in Pennsylvania.  I miss everyone times twenty.  And school isn't the greatest, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I have a job.  I work at Glisan's Restraunt.  $6 an hour... be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry so short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-113148475717511875?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/113148475717511875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=113148475717511875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/113148475717511875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/113148475717511875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-112526213852977585</id><published>2005-08-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T13:48:58.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework Sucks!</title><content type='html'>So, it's Sunday.  And I have homework.  It's math homework and chemistry.  Whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see, I haven't really said anything about me lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ummm, I'm moving to Pennsylvania.  I don't know when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party on Friday.  It completely rocked my socks!  No Thanks I'm Full played and they were awesome.  You should go to their site and listen to their music.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nothanksimfull"&gt;www.myspace.com/nothanksimfull&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was for Jessica and Ashlee for their sweet sixteen.  Yay!  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to NTIF concert yesterday, but then I didn't.  It was depressing.  I really wanted to go.  But no, I stayed home all day.  How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-112526213852977585?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/112526213852977585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=112526213852977585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112526213852977585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112526213852977585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/08/homework-sucks.html' title='Homework Sucks!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-112459584062809609</id><published>2005-08-20T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:44:00.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see, what has been going on with me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is getting great!  We sound way better than last year and we're actually gonna march this year!  WHOOT WHOOT!  I switched to marching french horn for marching but I still play trumpet for jazz band.  Yay!  I have my fight song memorized finally!  Almost my Alma Mater, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah, not much else is new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have wish list so if anyone wants to buy me stuff, yeah.  Here's the link...  www.hottopic.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to put my e-mail in it.  Here's my e-mail... aka_smiley@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually go there, you are awesome!  And even if you don't, you are still awesome!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-112459584062809609?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/112459584062809609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=112459584062809609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112459584062809609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112459584062809609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-112408154301928928</id><published>2005-08-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:52:23.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School....</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on Wednesday.  Yay for me... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am in some hard classes I guess.  On the first day I had to write an essay for AP world history.  That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've been a vegetarian for one whole week.  WHOOP WHOOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I must go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Go to my myspace....  it's www.myspace.com/morganmcawesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-112408154301928928?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/112408154301928928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=112408154301928928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112408154301928928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112408154301928928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='School....'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-112175050685777793</id><published>2005-07-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:21:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home from being up north with all of you great people.  I already miss my mommy and everyone else.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am enrolled in Drivers ed on the internet.  I might go get my permit tomorrow.  I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  Yesterday, I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I must say...  It was awesome!  Johnny Depp is a great actor!  He plays the part so well, it's like it's not even him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-112175050685777793?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/112175050685777793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=112175050685777793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112175050685777793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112175050685777793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/07/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-112079794509460982</id><published>2005-07-07T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:45:45.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake again!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, the day has come, and yet sadly, it has gone by too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, like always, today started out with donuts and coffee... yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprisingly, we left on time (8:30) and got to the lake at 9.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sprinklers were on and after we unloaded the cars, all our stuff got wet until some guy turned them off for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put on some sunblock and got in the water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom was making food and she dropped a burger in the BBQ thing after I flipped em, and then while I was trying to flip em again, another one fell....  oops...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went swimming and swam to the buoys with Odie (THANK YOU!) about a million times.  We swam pretty far and I finally got to swim without using a noodle... WHOOP WHOOP!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played with Boo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Jodie eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it was a great day... !  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-112079794509460982?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/112079794509460982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=112079794509460982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112079794509460982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112079794509460982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/07/lake-again.html' title='Lake again!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-112063204295036982</id><published>2005-07-05T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:40:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! ONE day until the lake! I am so excited!   I wish we could leave earlier though so we can spend more time there...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, today we visited Janice and everyone.  I think I'm kinda jealous of Brandy... Boo's getting pretty attached to her.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhhhhh!  I really want to go to the lake!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm too excited to say anything!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll write more after I am burnt and exhausted from the lake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-112063204295036982?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/112063204295036982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=112063204295036982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112063204295036982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/112063204295036982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/07/lake.html' title='Lake!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111905967817713490</id><published>2005-06-17T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:55:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a change!!!</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair today!!! WHOOP WHOOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kernyen.com/morgan/images/shorthair.jpg" width="356" height="257" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you all!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111905967817713490?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111905967817713490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111905967817713490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111905967817713490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111905967817713490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-change.html' title='What a change!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111862087462911117</id><published>2005-06-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T17:01:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEYLAND!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to Disney land yesterday, and it was a blast!  I don't wanna write right now, so I just thought that I would let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't wait for the LAKE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111862087462911117?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111862087462911117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111862087462911117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111862087462911117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111862087462911117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/06/disneyland.html' title='DISNEYLAND!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111725674487006700</id><published>2005-05-27T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:05:44.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!  How are you guys?  I'm doing good... Better than before, well, actually, not really.  I don't know.  I'm kinda mad because Dad and Lisa won't let me go to the mall or movies with a guy.  Not until I'm 16.  Which sucks hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Here's my schedule for summer as far as I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 28: Fumigating the house I think...&lt;br /&gt;May 29: Studying for finals&lt;br /&gt;May 30: Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;May 31: Finals!  Band an English...&lt;br /&gt;                Band practice I think, 1:30-2:30&lt;br /&gt;June 01: Finals! Bio and Math... my two hardest subjects...&lt;br /&gt;June 02: Finals! Geography and basketball...&lt;br /&gt;                 Graduation.  7- ???&lt;br /&gt;June 03: Nothing!  First day of summer!&lt;br /&gt;June 04: Ashley's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm bored... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111725674487006700?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111725674487006700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111725674487006700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111725674487006700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111725674487006700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111673659298749419</id><published>2005-05-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:36:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>It's been forever!  Well, here's some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to six flags... HAD A BLAST!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did some sky diving thing... Hecka fun!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized, I can't pretend I'm in a good mood.  bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111673659298749419?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111673659298749419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111673659298749419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111673659298749419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111673659298749419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111542723131098152</id><published>2005-05-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:53:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalalalaaaaa!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey y'all!!!  I went to UCI today for a fieldtrip thing... It was fun!  Here's what happened...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got on the bus and even before we left someone called my phone... I didn't recognize the number so I was like "Who is this?" and she was like "Who is this" so I hung up.  Then she called again and I finally figured out it was Kristie.  Gosh, I hate when people do that! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were on the bus for like 2-3 hours before we got there.  We went on a tour and that was fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Sam, Ariel, and Crystal hung out.  We went to some chinese food place but left before ordering because the food was real asian food.  I couldn't understand what they were serving.  I was like "Dude, where's the fake, fast food kind?"  Oh, and some guy was eating while he was cooking the food so I walked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walked around trying to figure out what to eat.  Finally decided on pizza because ARIEL IS RACIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I read the sign wrong and thought it said 12 slices for $11, but it actually said 12".  We bought it before I realized my mistake... so instead of 3 slices each, we got one and a half.  Oops!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought ice cream from golden spoon... Yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got back to where the buses were, and some guys were there with signs that said "If you haven't found Jesus, you are going to hell!" and "You make me sick!" and then it listed stuff like "Witches, homosexuals, molesters, lazy christians, AND MORMONS!".  *smiles real big*  You should have seen how heated I was getting listening and talking to him.  He wore a shirt that said "FEAR GOD" and me and everyone were like, "You shouldn't have to fear him!" and he said, "Fear means to respect."  I got mad and stuff so I told him, "No, fear means to be afraid... And anyways, that's like saying if someone is going to kill you and you are afraid of him, you also respect him because fearing is respecting!"  He completely ignored my 'comeback', if you will, and continued preaching.  I was so mad at this guy, UGH!!!!!!  I really wanna go back there and punch his face out. Before I could even get into thw whole hating witches and gays and stuff, the buses came... Stupid buses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, that was my day!  Bye!  HAPPY WEEKEND!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111542723131098152?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111542723131098152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111542723131098152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111542723131098152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111542723131098152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/05/tralalalalaaaaa.html' title='Tralalalalaaaaa!!!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111517853207614392</id><published>2005-05-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:48:52.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, it's been awhile because my computer was broken. It sucked, but whatever, it's all good now. Mr. P finally realized, I think, that we need more time to practice so he scheduled some more. I'm very proud of him... hahaha! Well, I love this song so freakin much you don't even know... It's from Moulin Rouge. Awwww! It's so romantic! I love that movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;CHRISTIAN- Never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Ev'ry day I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart. Can you heart it sing, telling me to give you ev'rything. Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I'll love you until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;SATINE- Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH- Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;SATINE- It all revolves around you.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH- And there's no mountain to high, no river too wide. Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN- But I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;SATINE- I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN- until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;SATINE-until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH- Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come what may, come what may, I will love&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN- you.&lt;br /&gt;SATINE- I belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH- Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay, well, I hope that enlightened your day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111517853207614392?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111517853207614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111517853207614392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111517853207614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111517853207614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-its-been-awhile-because-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111464726470083035</id><published>2005-04-27T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:14:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;20 days til Sex Flags...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 day til the weekend (no &lt;/em&gt;school&lt;em&gt; Friday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 practices til Sex Flags performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;0 amount of practices we have had for Sex Flags performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blah!  Mr P sucks!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay, so I wrote this in Geography today...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't tell me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't talk to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you sit there and beg,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Begging me to ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to confide in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know your secrets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want to tell me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look at me with pleading eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Talk to me!  Listen to me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They scream without noise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those screaming eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are they screaming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do they burn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with an unbearable passion?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are grabbing at my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are pulling me in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't fight it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to fight it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you'll do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after you have ppulled me in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will push me out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make me go through it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to know you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The real you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it what you want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you want me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you even know you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The real you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know I'm not a poet, but whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111464726470083035?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111464726470083035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111464726470083035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111464726470083035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111464726470083035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-baby-baby.html' title='Oh baby, baby!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111430543885814297</id><published>2005-04-23T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:17:18.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSSS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh man!  These past days have been super fun!  Here's what went down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Battle of the Bands...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had to pay &lt;strong&gt;five &lt;/strong&gt;dollars to get in!  But oh my gosh, it was soooooo fun!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;No Thanks I'm Full&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;was sooo good!  They won!  Whoop whoop!  You guys rock!  In the band was a bass guitar (&lt;strong&gt;Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;), two guitarists, a drummer, a singer (&lt;strong&gt;Nayhum&lt;/strong&gt;), a trombone (&lt;strong&gt;Alan&lt;/strong&gt;), a sax (&lt;strong&gt;Jesse&lt;/strong&gt;), and a trumpet (&lt;strong&gt;Garrett&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some guy was like head bangin right in front of Ariel and his hair was like in her face.  We were so packed up against each other it wasn't even funny, except it was... so anyways, then Kristie's hair was &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt;!  Everytime she moved it would hit us.  And Sierra was like attacking me with her hair and almost smacking me with her fist, so I took my hair down and smacked her back... hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some girl &lt;strong&gt;tripped &lt;/strong&gt;over an amp and grabbed Ariel's hair.  She fell all the way down, it was hilarious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brittney caught a &lt;strong&gt;gross dirty&lt;/strong&gt; shirt that people were throwing around.  She was all, "Yessss!"  until she realized that the band wasn't throwing it out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some girl had hair so big it put Ariel's to shame... hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to a car wash benefit thing today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Ariel, Desiree, Brandi, and Becca all were standing on our own corner &lt;strong&gt;yelling&lt;/strong&gt; at people to get their car washed and waving signs at their cars.  It was so &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washed cars, big surprise!  I didn't even know Becca before, but she just came up to me and totally &lt;strong&gt;soaked&lt;/strong&gt; me.  We were all soaked, and then it got &lt;strong&gt;windy&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desiree got sunburnt... lol, that sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is so much more but I am so tired, so bye!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111430543885814297?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111430543885814297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111430543885814297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111430543885814297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111430543885814297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesssss.html' title='YESSSSS!!!!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111378995189603658</id><published>2005-04-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:17:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwww!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! So, I'm sunburnt... It hurts like no other, but it was worth it! Yesterday, me, Cris, Keanu, and Stevieray went swimming from 11:30 to about 5 o' clock. It was soooooooo fun! I laid out on a towel and read out loud for awhile, then I jumped in, then went into the spa (which was 105 degrees), then laid out again. I did this like ten times. It was so fun! I got burnt cuz I only put suntan lotion on twice... Stevieray blew bubbles in the pool (who's Bubbles? lol) and it was really fun. We ate lunch outside and stuff. Today, I went out at about 11:30 again but came in at 3 or 4 because it was really boring. So I'm tan and red on my back. I have a white stripe down my back where my hair was and then the rest is RED!!! It hurts so bad, but after going to the lake all these years, this is nuthin... If I can handle the burns from the lake, I can surely handle this and anything else that comes by. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, so, this weekend was fun and I haven't had fun like this for a long time. I can't wait till next weekend!!! Hopefully it gets hotter, though. Peace!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111378995189603658?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111378995189603658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111378995189603658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111378995189603658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111378995189603658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/owwww_17.html' title='Owwww!!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111344217191975661</id><published>2005-04-13T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T18:29:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Testing Today... WHOOP WHOOP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey!  Today was fun.  I had no testing cuz I'm a freshman and freshmen don't test in history... Wa-hooo!!!  Yeah, so, today was silence day for all supporters of gay/straight alliance.  It was cool.  I would have participated, but I can't be silent for more than two hours and I would have felt bad if I didn't hold true to the silence thing.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As cool as it was, my friend Erin was doing it so I couldn't talk to her!  See, we have testing for more than two hours in the same classroom and it is split up by last name, so I only knew like two people but I only talked to Erin.  Since we didn't test, we were allowed to talk.  But Erin couldn't talk, to we played hangman fo like 45 minutes or more.  And then I played Egyptian Rat Race/Rat Screw/War, and it was soooo fun!!!  I won!!!  And I met a guy named Eddie.  Well, at least I think his name is Eddie.... Well, yeah, we always ended up playing against eachother cuz everyone else kept getting out.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, well that's all.  Bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111344217191975661?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111344217191975661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111344217191975661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111344217191975661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111344217191975661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-testing-today-whoop-whoop.html' title='No Testing Today... WHOOP WHOOP!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111318822965559124</id><published>2005-04-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:59:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, How I Miss the Old Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I sit here, I am listening to my middle school band CD's. For those of you who don't know my musical past, I will briefly go over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire to play the trumpet began in the third grade. My dad bought a trumpet for me when I began fifth grade so that I could play in the elementary band. My director wouldn't explain to me how to change my pitch and the octaves, so I quit band for that year. Then, I joined beginning Band in sixth grade, which is the lowest level of band available. My director was Mr. McMahon. He taught me everything I needed to know, and thus began my passion for music. Starting seventh grade, I was in 7th/8th grade band, only one step away from Bulldog Band, the top band. By the end of the first trimester, I was first chair, passing up several others who had been playing for two years, compared to my one. Mr. McMahon then asked me to join Bulldog Band, my top goal. I agreed and was placed in the sixth chair. I also joined jazz band that year, which one must try out for in order to join (I played fourth trumpet, the lowest). In eighth grade, I moved up to second chair. I also moved up to first part in jazz band. I loved playing, practicing, and listening to how much the band has grown. And then, after eighth grade, I joined the PVHS Wildcat brigade, which is the ultimate low of my music career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love to play, but as I sit here, I feel like crying, listening to my past as I realize that I will never be able to go back to it. I miss knowing that I am part of a great band. I miss looking forward to getting new music and competing in a festival. I miss the anticipation of our band periods. I miss knowing almost for sure that my band will receive a 1 (superior) in a competition. I miss playing music that is fun, interesting, challenging, and in our range. I miss Mr. McMahon, and how he could challenge us, get us to do what we had to, and resurface my love for the trumpet everyday that I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music that I played last year was stuff that hit me in the heart. It affected me and made me play through feeling, not just what was written down. We played Invocation And Dance (Carl Strommen), Sabre Dance (Aram Khatchaturian), Music From Pirates of the Caribbean (Klaus Badelt), Shenandoah (Robert Sheldon), and Through Courageous Eyes (Brian Balmages). Each one of the selections meant something to me, especially Through Courageous Eyes, which was written in memory of Matt Rhodes, a young man who died too soon. I wish I could go back in time and savor every moment of my middle school band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I must leave it at that, for my vision is blurry with tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS... If you haven't, please read my previous post and comment on it, because I am interested in other people's views on the subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111318822965559124?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111318822965559124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111318822965559124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111318822965559124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111318822965559124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-how-i-miss-old-times.html' title='Oh, How I Miss the Old Times...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111308721628088025</id><published>2005-04-09T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:59:20.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Right now, I am currently reading &lt;strong&gt;Bean Trees&lt;/strong&gt;, written by Barbara Kingsolver, and I came across something that interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her husband leaves her, Lou Ann says, "You're supposed to love the same person your whole life till death do you part and all that. And if you don't, well, you've got to have screwed up somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really true? Is it truly possible to be in love with the same person forever without getting bored or tired of them? How is that possible? I mean, I think about it often, and I realize that I get bored &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; easily. Which must mean that &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; screwed because how am I supposed to be in love and stay in love for eternity? I hope I can, but it seems so unrealistic. When I think of ways people can stay in a relationship (and how people like me won't get bored), what comes to mind is little, special suprises that you can do for eachother. My dad, for example, will send flowers to Lisa's &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; for her just because! It's sweet, romantic, cute, and it shows his lovefor her far too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it takes for a relationship to stay interesting? Do you really have to suprise your companion with simple little gestures? Yes! You do, right? A simple little flower picked from the garden and given to your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband will suprise them and resurface their love for you. At least that's what I think. I wouldn't know because I have never been in a really serious relationship. But I hope, that in my future, I will come across an intelligent, funny, interesting, and &lt;em&gt;suprising&lt;/em&gt; person. Because I'm sure that a guy who could keep my attention long enough on just him, is just the type of man I would enjoy spending my life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111308721628088025?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111308721628088025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111308721628088025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111308721628088025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111308721628088025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111297423038470850</id><published>2005-04-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:30:30.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Sucks Hard</title><content type='html'>Hey... I'm in first period and at the computer lab... even though this is band... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm bored and I'm sorry to that certain someone that I wrote about on my hate list... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111297423038470850?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111297423038470850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111297423038470850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111297423038470850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111297423038470850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/band-sucks-hard.html' title='Band Sucks Hard'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111284680479865758</id><published>2005-04-06T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:08:47.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Interesting...</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Conn8D" target="_blank"&gt;Nicks&lt;/a&gt; xanga and wow. What a weird kid... He was saying how since he's in high school, he doesn't have to keep to one girl. How if he is going out with one girl and he sees a hotter one, he would have no problem going in for a kiss. Even though he already has a girlfriend! That is so weird. Guys and girls think totally differently. Don't you think that if you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, your kisses should be exclusively for them? What's the point of going out with someone if you're just going to screw around with another girl? Ugh! That ticks me off. Oh well. Good luck to him on ever having a really good relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I strongly disagree with that. I feel bad for anyone he goes out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on a happier note, I got another application to Pizza Factory since someone threw out my other one. I hope I get a job soon because I really want some money. Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111284680479865758?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111284680479865758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111284680479865758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111284680479865758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111284680479865758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-interesting.html' title='How Interesting...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111266599642768893</id><published>2005-04-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:53:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay... here we go... I'm in a bad mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate Paloma Valley High School with such a burning passion that I hate it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate my band because we suck and we got a four in sight reading (which is the worst score you could possibly get).  I also hate it because we suck even harder than you can imagine.  Dude, we have no bassoon... how lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate geography.  Today we watched two lions hump in Africa and we were supposed to learn from that?  AHHHH!!!!  I hate GEOGRAPHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mr. Newman's daughter died as you should know... And then his dad died today... I feel bad for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate a certain some one a lot and wish I had never met him and wish I would not have told him a certain something and wish that he wasn't who he was.  I also wish that he could see what he does to people and how much it hurts them.  He sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I miss Ryan and hate that he's asking Brittany out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate english class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate it when a book is turned into a movie and then they screw it up and miss putting stuff in it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate all of the immature freshmen at my high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I hate the immature senior in my band who is a meanie and thinks that just because he is cripple that he can be mean to others.  Note to him: It doesn't give you a right to be mean!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wow, I hate a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Okay, so now that I feel a little better, here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love having my own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love my family and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love being able to write on my blog a lot more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love watching movies with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love how little work I have to do compared to my friends in Temecula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love the fact that I can count on having a good laugh at lunch almost every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love when it rains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I love reading a good book and listening to music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ugh, my love list is way too short... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Somebody help me please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111266599642768893?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111266599642768893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111266599642768893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111266599642768893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111266599642768893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-sucks.html' title='School SUCKS!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111257104407176324</id><published>2005-04-03T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:30:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hey.  I really don't wanna go to scool tomorrow.  Yuck!  Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, yesterday, I went to a party/ get together for Christy.  It was her Sweet 16 party.  I feel bad for saying it, but it was quite boring and sad cuz everyone broke up into smaller parties.  Rachel, Brittney, Katherine, David, and Kelley (a guy), all split off with eachother and sat by the fire (they are all freshmen).  Me, Robyn (a junior), Marty (graduated last year), Alex (20), and Christy were all sitting at a different table cuz there was no room around the fire.  We all told jokes and stuff.  And then Christy thought that the other group was talking about her, which they most likely were, so we went over there and sat on cement blocks for like an hour and a half.  I was freezing!  I felt really bad for Christy cuz she had to choose between two different groups.  Poor Christy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, well another sad thing is that I knew all of the freshmen.  I used to hang out with them and now it was all full of tension... How depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I saw Top Gun today for the first time and I really liked it.  It makes me wanna learn to fly... Oh, if only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well, Keanu updated!  Good job!  See ya'll later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh!  And one more thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHRISTY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111257104407176324?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111257104407176324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111257104407176324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111257104407176324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111257104407176324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-tomorrow.html' title='School Tomorrow...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111247857951444791</id><published>2005-04-02T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T13:49:39.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Depressing News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, I can't believe it.  The Pope is dead.  Dead.  That is so sad!  I am not even religious but it's still sad.  I was just listening to the radio at about 11 or 12 and they were saying how sick he was.  And now he's gone.  Just like that.  I don't really know much about the Pope or what he did, but I did hear that he was a great Pope who was an extremely religious man.  He didn't become Pope for the power, but because of the love his religion.  Wow... There's not much I can say, except wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;School starts Monday.  Yuck.  At least my trip to Magic Mountain is coming up soon... I think.  Well, I'm not in the mood to write, so I'm gonna go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111247857951444791?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111247857951444791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111247857951444791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111247857951444791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111247857951444791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/even-more-depressing-news.html' title='Even More Depressing News'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111239026523779242</id><published>2005-04-01T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:17:45.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop Whoop!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what today is!  It's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;APRIL FOOL'S DAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay!  Except, I can't ever play a joke on anyone cuz all of the jokes are too mean!  Oh well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I watched The Whole Nine Yards yesterday and I'm watching it again right now.  It's sooooo funny!!! Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, went shopping today on base, and I was really thirsty and tired.  I was supposed to get shoes but the ones at the exchange were ugly... Oh well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ugh!  Don't you hate when a certain some one doesn't call after he said he would call you?  I hate that cuz then I'm wiating and waiting and still no call!  Why in the world, some one tell me, do people say that they will call and then they don't?  Do they not understand how annoying it is?  Well, it is annoying, and what's sad is that I probably have done it to some one, too.  I'm sorry to any one that I have done it to!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, another pointless entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111239026523779242?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111239026523779242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111239026523779242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111239026523779242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111239026523779242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/04/whoop-whoop.html' title='Whoop Whoop!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111228956090485835</id><published>2005-03-31T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T09:19:20.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Schiavo is dead! She died at 41.  She was in the vegetation state for 15 years, and she is finally dead.  I don't mean finally as in "Whew!  They finally pulled the plug!" but as in "They finally decided."  I don't really know how I feel about it.  I'm kinda like I can't believe that they didn't wait longer but 15 years is long enough!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think, though, that it's not our decision whether she lives or not.  It's her husband's.  All of those protesters out there are just making it even worse for him.  He's not doing it out of cruelty, he's doing exactly what she told him to do if that ever happened to her.  I think they shouldn't have made her starve to death, though.  I mean, how sad is that?  They could have just "put her to sleep" because it would be less painful and it would be much faster.  People think that that's wrong of me to say, but usually they are the ones who are saying just let her live!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband is suffering because all these people are telling him what he's doing is wrong, and then his parents in law are filing suits against him so they can choose whether or not she will die.  Ugh!  People suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sorrows go to Schiavo and her husband... not her parents because they just made it worse for him... Sorry if this offends any one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111228956090485835?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111228956090485835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111228956090485835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111228956090485835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111228956090485835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111221349646255597</id><published>2005-03-30T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:31:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Interesting...</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a site that would tell me my Chinese Zodiac sign and I found a really cool one. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.chinese-symbols.com/chinese-horoscope/" target="_blank"&gt;Chinese Symbols&lt;/a&gt;. It's really cool! Here's some stuff it said about me. ( I won't post it all cuz it's l-o-n-g!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Snake&lt;br /&gt;"The Snake is born under the sign of wisdom. He does not like to ask for advice and does not like to take it. He derives much pride and pleasure from the thought that he relies on his own judgment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must agree!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The Snake is a deep-thinker and highly intelligent. He has considerable skills and is always looking for an opportunity to show-case these talents. He likes to meditate and reflect. Because of these traits he is a good organizer and planner. He enjoys a challenge because it will give him an opportunity to ponder and produce a solution. These introverted thought processes make the Snake seem evasive . That's because he is. The Snake harbors a basic sense of distrust for others and becomes secretive because of this trait. He is not gullible and almost never gets "taken" by con men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess it's all mostly true...Except I'm not that great of a planner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The Snake is a hard worker and is thorough in all his endeavors. He is determined and can become quite ruthless in his pursuit of a goal. He has confidence in himself that he can achieve goals and has the will-power needed to work himself hard. But when the Snake fails he looks at this as an unfair event and is crushed by it. He cannot bear failure and is a very bad loser. In turn if he thinks his trust has been abused he can be very hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, okay, I am a very sore loser and I do take losing personal, but who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Snake is very possessive and can be very jealous of both friends and lovers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, I don't agree with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The snake is a late starter in life and during his life he will shed one of his famous Snake skins and take up new interest or start a whole new and different career. It simply takes him awhile to find happiness with the right job or spouse. The Snake is well suited to jobs which involved research and writing and where he is given freedom to pursue his own ideas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow! That's right on! I always take up new interests and even though it annoys most, I can't help it much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The good-looking James Bond type at the casino table is most assuredly a snake. Rakishly handsome and a relentless gambler, the Snake is the most awful gambler in all the Zodiac. The female Snake will be attractive. She will have style , a cool demeanor, beautiful and expensive clothes ,and be very alluring. She will glide across a room with a natural grace and almost a royal stance. Both the male and female snake will have many admirers and many romances before settling down. They will exude an air of self-confidence even if they don't necessarily have it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ahhh... What cah I say? Just kidding, I don't think that it's very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Although not the most energetic member of the Chinese zodiac, the Snake has an inquiring mind and many Snakes are great thinkers. He prefers to proceed at his own pace and is very much the master of his own life. Another characteristic of the Snake is his susceptibility to high blood pressure and nervous disorders. He must be careful to guard against these ailments because of his nervous energy and holding many problems within himself. Remember the Snake will not ask for help. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mostly true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The Snake is well suited for relationships with the Ox, Dragon, Rabbit and Rooster. He can also get along well with the Rat, Horse, Goat, Monkey and Dog provided they do not cramp his style and he feels that he has sufficient freedom. The Snake has trouble getting along with the down-to-earth Pig. He will find the Tiger too wild and disruptive for his peace-loving ways. The Snake is happiest when left to chart his own course and proceed on that course in his own due time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I guess that's true... Are you guys any of the animals I get along with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so there it is! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you can relate to what yours says about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I still wonder if you can find at least one thing in each animal that is true about yourself... Oh well, it's good to believe these types of things! It's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111221349646255597?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111221349646255597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111221349646255597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111221349646255597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111221349646255597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-interesting.html' title='Something Interesting...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111215654206871767</id><published>2005-03-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:22:22.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, third time today! So, I'm really bored and I don't know what to do. I practiced the trombone. I guess I'm getting better but I'm not used to playing so low (thanks to four years of the trumpet). For those of you who aren't so bright about instruments, which isn't a bad thing, a trumpet mouth piece is about two times smaller that a trombone mouth piece. The bigger the mouth piece, the lower the note. So I'm trying to play and my notes are going up and down because I can't hold a low note for so long... But I still enjoy. (Note to all trombone players: You guys gotta have mega fast arms to play the trombone! Good Job!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah... Ummm...Let's see... Tomorrow I have to pass out flyers for Dad's realting. I hate passing out flyers... So much work and so little comeback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH! I just wanted to tell you all that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the next time you get one of those annoying realting flyers, don't just throw them away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Think of all of the work that was put into stapling them and getting them ready to be put out. Geesh, it sure does take a long time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I'm seriously sick of waiting. I'm sick of waiting for a call. I'm sick of waiting for Spring Break to be over. I'm sick of waiting for high school to be over. I'm sick of waiting to get my license. I am so sick of waiting for everything good to happen to me! Ugh! Life is complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, seriously bored here and I don't know how to change my site or add something to it. I want to add a picture of my favorite character of The Incredibles... The little kid on the tricycle. hint hint Auntie... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, then, what a waste of space this entry was. So, bye! Sorry to waste your time, especially if you expecting something good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111215654206871767?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111215654206871767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111215654206871767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111215654206871767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111215654206871767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/03/ummm.html' title='Ummm...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111214418842578322</id><published>2005-03-29T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T16:56:28.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Again!</title><content type='html'>Keanu wants to say hi to everyone!  He's still weird and his hair is still fluffy, just in case any one was wondering.  He's growing and at the moment, his voice is squeaking almost constantly.  He just went back to school yesterday after being off track for awhile.  He wants me to tell you, especially Joseph, that he got a new James Bond game.  Whoop whoop... *sarcasm*.  Me and him still fight, but it's starting to hurt a lot more cuz he's just as strong as me now.  And he learned a new move.  It's called... the headbutt.  He worries not of the amount of brain cells he will lose, but of the amount of pain he conflicts upon me.  Ouch!  It really hurts and I just wanna kick him in the balls... *giggles*  No, but for real, I do.  He hasn't changed much personality wise, but I guess he never will... darn.&lt;br /&gt;     I have a story about him that I would like to share... Read on...&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back, on a vacation to Disneyland, we entered the Haunted House.  Keanu was about six or seven.  He was scared and clung to my dad's leg for dear life.  If you've been on it, then you must remember the beginning, where you stand in that room and that weird guy is talking.  Well, with just our luck, there were a bunch of teenagers in the room with us.   They knew every word that the scary voice guy said, so they repeated it with him...Loud.  Keanu was already scared, so they just made his fears worse.  At exactly the right time, all of the teens screamed.  The appropriate time to scream is when the lightning strikes and you can see the skeleton above you.  Keanu screamed and bawled his eyes out!  Imagine him already scared to death, and then an uproar of screams to frighten him twenty times more.  It was hilarious!  Ahhh... How I miss those days of Keanu's innocence and unknowing demeanor. &lt;br /&gt;     Oh man, if only you were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Note to Keanu: "Tiffany's the expert!"&lt;br /&gt;                  "But you made the video!  Ah ha ha!" *laughs with mouth open wide*&lt;br /&gt;                  *sticks thingey in mouth* &lt;br /&gt;                  pop pop... ptptptptp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111214418842578322?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111214418842578322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111214418842578322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111214418842578322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111214418842578322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-again.html' title='Hey Again!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111211584529533626</id><published>2005-03-29T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T09:04:05.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh.... No school.... No alarm clocks.... No teachers.... How refreshing! But despite the urge to sleep in, I still wake up early every morning. Today for example, I should still be in bed, catching up on my Zzzs, but no, I up and wide awake. Why? Because, my cat, Charlie, wants to come into my room to eat (his food and water are in my room), so he meows at my door until I get sick of it, so I let him in. Then, ten minutes later, he wants out. So I get out of bed and let him out. A couple minutes later, he's back to his meowing, so I let him in. "Meow meow meow!" he whines, while climbing all over me while I'm trying to sleep. "Shut up!" I respond, pulling the covers over my head. Being stubborn, I go back to sleep and don't let him out. Five minutes later, I hear a funky noise coming from him. "What the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?" I say aloud.... And guess what, he's barfing on my rug! So I yell at him and go back to sleep, telling myself I'll clean it up later. So my eyes are closed for, like, ten seconds, when I hear the noise again and Charlie barfs! "Gross!" I moan as I get out of my warm, comfy bed. "Charlie, get the heck out of my room, you sick-o!" As I say that, I throw him out and go downstairs to get stuff to clean up the nasty substance on my carpet. After I go downstairs and back up, like five times, I finally crawl into bed, only to hear him meowing again. Whatever, so I get out of bed and stay downstairs. What a morning, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, Spring Break is really getting annoying. I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and no one to take me. Yesterday, I spent all day rearranging my room because I had nothing else to do. I mean, I actually took everything off of my shelves and dusted them! I know what your thinking, What a weirdo! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, today I'll probably end up spending it trying to learn how to play the trombone and waiting for a phone call from certain people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh! I saw The Incredibles and I love that movie! It's so hilarious! My favorite character is the little boy on the tricycle... "That was WICKED!" Ahhh... Good times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111211584529533626?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111211584529533626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111211584529533626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111211584529533626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111211584529533626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/03/boredom-sucks.html' title='Boredom Sucks'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-111197425106510070</id><published>2005-03-27T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:44:11.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my, it sure has been a long time! &lt;em&gt;Way&lt;/em&gt; too long, if you ask me. Lots has happened though, both good and bad... So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me start off by saying that I'm &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Umm... I had my basketball banquet on Thursday and guess what! I got the &lt;em&gt;Coaches Award&lt;/em&gt;!!! Whoop whoop! I'm not exactly sure what a Coaches Award is, but I got a &lt;strong&gt;plaque&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The head b-ball coach was fired... And everyone wants him back so we are signing a petition and stuff... Real &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt; : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also had a band competition on Thursday. We played at Great Oak, and for those who don't know, that is the school I would have gone to if we hadn't moved. I almost started crying when I saw Christy, Ryan, Abbey, Alli, and everyone else. Ugh, I really miss all of them. It made it even worse when the people in my band were like, "Wow, you know &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of people here!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we played in the &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; category. I didn't know that until after we played. (The A category is hardest, then B, and so on) I don't know why we entered the highest category... But whatever. Mr. P, my band teacher, knows &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we were sight reading, looking at a new piece of music, for the festival, I almost died of humiliation! We were so horrible! And all my friends were in there listening! Ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still having fun times with Ariel, Desiree, and everyone... Oh, so many inside jokes... "Is there anything &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; in there?" "Yeah, there's candy..." "You guys wanna use a dollar tied to a string so you can get as much stuff as you want?"... Oh my, fun times... "SCORE!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Note to Auntie: Wicked the musical is playing in LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh! We got netflix, and it rocks! It's so awesome! It's this thing where you can rent movies from the internet and you don't have to pay shipping either way! I'm loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just saw Raise Your Voice, and I don't recommend it. Except, there is a really hot guy in there and there's a guy who's so sweet! Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm pretty bummed about not being able to go to the mall tomorrow, but whatever... I can deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SPRING BREAK!!!  I have nothing to do, so if you have any suggestions, tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really don't like Ray Bradbury...YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye! I know this was a lot, but now you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-111197425106510070?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/111197425106510070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=111197425106510070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111197425106510070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/111197425106510070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-110817000625058349</id><published>2005-02-11T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:00:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...It's been a WHILE!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so, my life has been pretty good.  Here's some highlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My basketball season is over!  : (!  Well, we ended the season with only losing one game!  Out of 23!!!  YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!  For those who don't know, this is my first year playing b-ball ever, so that's pretty exciting for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm applying for a job because I am 15!  It's at Pizza Factory, but a job is a job!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cut my hair.  It's right past my shoulder now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My world geography teacher told me that she doubts I would pass the class because I had to leave for away b-ball games, but I have a 97%.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My English teacher hates me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to be reading Of Mice And Men in english, so any thoughts on it would be helpful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new passion is basketball.  I say passion because I think of it 24/7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My basketball team tried to save me after they found out that I'm not Christian.  They were all surrounding me telling me how great Jesus is and I told them that although I respect their beliefs, to stop pushing them on me.  It was very interesting...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going bowling tonight at midnight with my b-ball team and then I'm spending the night at Stephanie's house.  The whole team was invited to stay at Lindsay's house but a few of us have realized that most of the team doesn't like us.  I mean, yesterday at our last game, they kicked Brooke, Stephaine, Crystal, and Karen out of a &lt;em&gt;prayer &lt;/em&gt;circle... and they call themselves Christian...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting to enjoy myself here in Menifee... surprising, huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'll try to keep ya'll updated on my&lt;em&gt; oh-so-interesting&lt;/em&gt; life... I love you and miss you all!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-110817000625058349?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/110817000625058349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=110817000625058349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/110817000625058349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/110817000625058349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2005/02/wowits-been-while.html' title='Wow...It&apos;s been a WHILE!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-110127622908301971</id><published>2004-11-23T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:03:49.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at Aunties...</title><content type='html'>Goin to Uncles tomorrow!  I cant wait... except he has no lock on the bathroom door... which sux monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ummm... Turkey Day is comin up and I just wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, on Thursday, be grateful for eut u have and stuff.  Dont forget to think of those in Iraq and their families.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, theres not much new with me except I really miss a certain some one from my old school and I really wish I could have stayed in Temecula.  I lost his number along with my cell and I havent talked to him since the middle of october.  I'm really bummed.  And I miss my best friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Not much else to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-110127622908301971?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/110127622908301971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=110127622908301971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/110127622908301971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/110127622908301971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-at-aunties_23.html' title='back at Aunties...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-110100043985343254</id><published>2004-11-20T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:27:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...Now Back At Aunties</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!!  Whoop whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ummm...wut do u do if u might like someone but ur confused?  And wut if its someone who never would have thought that u would like?  It sux... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a happier note, I'm visiting Mommy and Brandy and Auntie and Maim!  YooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... so bored!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say except it's all good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-110100043985343254?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/110100043985343254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=110100043985343254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/110100043985343254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/110100043985343254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/11/oknow-back-at-aunties_20.html' title='ok...Now Back At Aunties'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-109807420669542355</id><published>2004-10-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:36:46.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USC Trip Highlights</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!  Here's the highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to wake up at 3:30 am so I could be at the school at five.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The buses were late and didn't come until 6:30 or 7.  We were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to leave the school at 5:30... Yeah, like that would ever happen...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus ride was pretty good but people were sleeping...I wonder why?... and I was really hyper.  I had a lot of energy... which is wierd since I had only five hours of sleep... The ride was boring though...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick held Rebecca's Monkey...Ewww!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to rehearsal on time...for a change...and had to march to the colleseum houlding our cases...Ariel totally tripped over the sidewalk...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rehearsed...boring...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got back and ate...if you can call it that...they were all like "don't bring ur lunch cuz we will provide it" and wut we got was like a bunch of snacks and a sandwich... Desiree lost her chips and blamed it on me...so she threw her bag at me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got string cheese and Nick totally bites his... I'm like :it's string cheese, you're supposed to... errr... string it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to explain to Garret the ambulance pick up line and he didn't get it... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changed into uniforms... how fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ariel fell asleep in the stands and I was really bored...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got ready to go down on the feild and talked to some of the other bands...they had some pretty cool outfits...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played and then we had to run off the field cuz the team was comin on... Ashley got hit in the face with a cymbal...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some lady totally grabbed my butt while she was asking me to move... BUTT MOLESTER!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the bathroom with Desi... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changed back and went to McDonalds...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate my first McFlurry...Yummy...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asked why people thought Nick was mean and I still don't get it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bus ride totally sucked!  It was really boring...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian wouldn't share his blanket...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played truth or dare and had to lick Nick's knee...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got back early and was bored...again!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay that's all folks!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-109807420669542355?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/109807420669542355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=109807420669542355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109807420669542355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109807420669542355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/10/usc-trip-highlights.html' title='USC Trip Highlights'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-109754951426671243</id><published>2004-10-11T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:51:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  It's been FOREVER!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I went to UCLA at the Rose Bowl to play with the band on Sunday... Here were the highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our bus broke down...So we went to an empty parking lot and stayed for an hour.  Fyte next to the parking lot there was gas station and our drum majors, Nick and Charlie, said we could go pee at it.  The whole band went to Arco and it was packed full of us band geeks.  It quite a place... So, to get to the gas station, we had to climb a dirt hill.  Ariel, the clutz, slipped down and fell.  It was hilarious.  She wears two inch flipflops so it was a great show watching her slide down the hill.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Arco, I bought a Starbucks Frap and was hyper afterwards. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other bus came a hour later so we were late getting to the practice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After practice, we ate lunch under some shade and everyone gave Aaron our left over food... He actually ate it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We changed into our uniforms and went to the game.  UCLA won.  Suprise suprise..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We left after halftime. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were on our way to In-n-Out but we went to Del Taco instead.  It was really fun.  We were playing musical chairs and Desiree spilled her LARGE Cherry Coke on the floor.  Now, the WHOLE band was inside the building and it was packed, so it only made it 5 times funnier when she spilled her drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We shared pick up lines.  That was a blast.  "Is that a mirror in ur pocket? Cuz I can c myself in ur pants"  Oh man... good times.  And Nick didn't get the whole "Are you Fred Flinstone?  Cuz you make my bedrock"  Get it?  Flinstones live in bedrock?  Well, ya.  he didn't quite understand.  What a loser... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got back on the bus and some fun until Brian and Nick were laying on eachother... EWWW!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's about all.  I had a great time and I'm finding new friends at my new school.  I'm not that depressed and I'm adjusting to the fact that my friends from Temecula aren't here anymore... So, yeah.  I'll try to keep you more updated than I have been...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-109754951426671243?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/109754951426671243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=109754951426671243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109754951426671243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109754951426671243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow-its-been-forever.html' title='Wow!  It&apos;s been FOREVER!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-109218999526802957</id><published>2004-08-10T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T19:06:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  I start high school tomorrow...  WOW!  I can't believe it!  It's quite wierd how fast this summer went by.  Well, not much has been going on with me so I'll make it short...  I'm just going to ask a few questions...&lt;br /&gt;1. Pepsi or Coke?&lt;br /&gt;2.Regular of Diet?&lt;br /&gt;3. Black or White?&lt;br /&gt;4. Big or Small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-109218999526802957?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/109218999526802957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=109218999526802957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109218999526802957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109218999526802957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/08/high-school-tomorrow.html' title='High School Tomorrow!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-109112794707106346</id><published>2004-07-29T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:05:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Home</title><content type='html'>Hey!&amp;nbsp; It's been awhile since I last wrote but at least I am, right?&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp;me and Keanu got home on Sunday and since then, I have read one book per day.&amp;nbsp; Pathetic.&amp;nbsp; I live out here in the middle of nowhere and all I do is read.&amp;nbsp; I can't hang with my friends because I have no ride to Temecula.&amp;nbsp; So, I sit here with my brother and waste days, waiting for school to start.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&amp;nbsp; School starts August 11th for me.&amp;nbsp; that's way too early.&amp;nbsp; I register on the 8th and then,&amp;nbsp;I'll be a high schooler!&amp;nbsp; WooHoo!&amp;nbsp; I cant believe that I will be in High School!&amp;nbsp; Well, hopefully, it will be fun and I will meet new people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's not much to say but I wanted to tell you guys to send me ur email addresses so I can email you... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-109112794707106346?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/109112794707106346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=109112794707106346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109112794707106346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109112794707106346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/at-home.html' title='At Home'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-109043666778981333</id><published>2004-07-21T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:04:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Lake...</title><content type='html'>Well, I promised to tell ya more about the lake so here I go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, so that morning, I wake up at like 7:15 and Janice and her kids are supposed to meet us at Auntie's house at eight.&amp;nbsp; Mom's still in the shower so I hafta wait for her to get out, which then means that I'll be in at 7:20.&amp;nbsp; Before I get in, Auntie's freaking out... "They're gonna be here any minute!!!&amp;nbsp; Morgan get in the shower...Keanu go help your mom...Maim, get out of bed!!!"&amp;nbsp; So, while she's freaking out, I get in the shower and get ready for the lake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8, Janice comes and we all sit down to drink coffee and have donuts.&amp;nbsp; Keanu's all shy at first, like always, but then he finally loosens up.&amp;nbsp; At about 8:20, me, Christy, Joseph, and Keanu are dying to leave but the adults are like "No, wait a minute... Relax for a while..."&amp;nbsp; Yeah, like &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;could realx knowing that we are going to the lake in less than an hour.&amp;nbsp; So, instead of sitting down and &lt;em&gt;relaxing, &lt;/em&gt;we get the noodles from the porch and start stuffing them in the back.&amp;nbsp; When we're done with that,&amp;nbsp; the adults &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; are done relaxing and we get into the cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanu goes with Janice and me and Maim ride with Auntie.&amp;nbsp; Before we left, Auntie was saying how the price of parking should be only about 3 dollars since the water is at 50 percent.&amp;nbsp; So when we got to the lake, Auntie pulls out a five and expects that to pay for the parking.&amp;nbsp; But what she doesn't realize is that the parking cost was&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;7 dollars&lt;/em&gt;, not 3.&amp;nbsp; Well, she takes forever, talking to the person and asking a lot of questions and trying to find her wallet.&amp;nbsp; 5 minutes later, we pull out to go find a parking.&amp;nbsp; Auntie stop a little further up to wait for Janice, but Janice is already behind us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!&amp;nbsp; We are finally at the lake!&amp;nbsp; It's about 9 and no one... I mean &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE...&lt;/strong&gt; was there, which didn't surprise me, since the water was like 500 miles away from our table.&amp;nbsp; So, when we get there, we (as in the kids) started on the&lt;em&gt; l o n g&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;walk so we can go swimming.&amp;nbsp; Joseph, Keanu, and Christy get down there before me because I wait for Boo to put on her swimsuit.&amp;nbsp; when we get down there, which took like 10 minutes, we start playing around.&amp;nbsp; Christy, Keanu, and Joseph go back up while I stay with Boo.&amp;nbsp; All of the noodles and floatie thing are&amp;nbsp; down there with me and Boo, so she grabs one of the donut floaties and starts making stew.&amp;nbsp; She adds chocolate, licorice, and anything else she could think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they all come back down, they tell me that the adults moved the spot cause Maim found a better place to swim.&amp;nbsp; So me and Christy and Boo walk to the new spot which is even farther from the water.&amp;nbsp; That water is really nice and it feels really good.&amp;nbsp; I really love going out deep but I had to stay with Boo cause I was watching her and she wanted to give me "mud baths".&amp;nbsp; She rubbed the gross mud all over me and then told me to rinse.&amp;nbsp; We did this for about twenty minutes and then she went out into the water&amp;nbsp;with me.&amp;nbsp; At about 11:45, we headed up to the table for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, everybody went down and we all went into the water.&amp;nbsp; The day ended with us all burnt and exhausted, which didn't stop us kids from going to sleep past midnight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-109043666778981333?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/109043666778981333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=109043666778981333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109043666778981333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109043666778981333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/more-on-lake.html' title='More on the Lake...'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-109000350374601399</id><published>2004-07-16T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:45:03.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ae Janice's House</title><content type='html'>OWWW!&amp;nbsp; I am so sunburnt!&amp;nbsp; I didnt put any sun block on for the first three hours at the lake and now I'm paying for it!&amp;nbsp; Ouch!&amp;nbsp; Well, other than that, I had a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt; at the lake with everyone.&amp;nbsp; Me, Keanu, Joseph, and Christy had a mud fight before we left and it was really fun. The water was really low and stuff, and we had walk forever just to reach the water from where our table was.&amp;nbsp; Well, at least we worked off all of the junk food we ate!&amp;nbsp; I played with Boo a lot.&amp;nbsp; She liked putting mud all over me and the fools gold got stuck on me.&amp;nbsp; It stayed on me for a long time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;me and Keanu spent the night at Janice's house last night.&amp;nbsp; It was really fun and I'm gonna miss Christy, Joseph, and Boo when I leave.&amp;nbsp; I hope we still keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thanx to Mom, Auntie, and Janice for taking us to the lake and&amp;nbsp;stuff.&amp;nbsp; So, ummm... THANX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll give a more detailed ddescription of the lake later, but for now, I'm gonna go play Monkey Ball&amp;nbsp;2 before I leave!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-109000350374601399?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/109000350374601399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=109000350374601399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109000350374601399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/109000350374601399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/ae-janices-house.html' title='Ae Janice&apos;s House'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108984878160249982</id><published>2004-07-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:46:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Lake TOMORROW!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  I know it's been a while but I can really only write when I'm at Auntie's house... so yeah.  Ummm, I just got back from Janice's house and stuff.  We were supposed to jusr go there for a second so we could get ready for the lake when we got home, but, you know how &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; goes.  I played cards with Boo for a while.  It was apretty interesting game.  Here's how to play:&lt;br /&gt;1)pass out as many cards that you want to each player. (each player doesn't have to have an equal amount, just as long as they have some cards)&lt;br /&gt;2)Then, someone lays down a card.&lt;br /&gt;3)then someone else lays down a card...and so on.&lt;br /&gt;4)whoever runs out of cards first wins.  Well, actually, everyone wins, because all you have to do is lay down all of your cards.&lt;br /&gt;    Boo made this game up.  Pretty fun, huh???  Well, besides playing cards, we me, Joseph, Christy, Keanu, and Boo all played pictionary.  Me and Christy won, of course!!!  Then we started watching Lion King 1 1/2.  It was pretty funny but we didn't finish it because we wanted to play Super Smash Brothers.  I like that game except for when you play with two guys that are obsessed with Nintendo.  Joseph and Keanu beat me and Christy so fast, it wasnt fun.  So Boo played with them and we played Mario.  Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;     Well, I cannot wait until Tomorrow!!!  The lake is gonna be so fun.  I just hope that the buoy isnt as close as Auntie is making it seem...&lt;br /&gt;     So ya.  Not much else to say!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108984878160249982?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108984878160249982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108984878160249982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108984878160249982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108984878160249982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/going-to-lake-tomorrow.html' title='Going to the Lake TOMORROW!!!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108881971232788087</id><published>2004-07-02T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T18:55:12.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!  The Fourth is coming up so soon!  WOW! I can't wait until tomorrow cuz mama bought us gummi worms for the trip up to Uncie's house... *yumyumyum*  Yeah, so I'm thinkin me and keanu and joseph and christy and boo should all get together...soon.  REAL SOON!  Cuz I am dying to see everyone and stuff.  Can we Janice?  Can we mom???&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, guys, as we are all watchin the fireworks and stuff this sunday, don't forget to think of all of the men and women who died for our independence, okay?  Don't forget!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really BORED!  But mom wants me to go try her salsa, so bie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108881971232788087?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108881971232788087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108881971232788087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108881971232788087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108881971232788087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/leaving-tomorrow.html' title='Leaving Tomorrow!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108879302347327648</id><published>2004-07-02T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T11:30:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Beautiful Day Today!</title><content type='html'>So, I was just thinking of the Fourth and stuff, and how we're all going to my uncles.  I am really glad Nana and Mom are friends again.  Hopefully it's not just because she needed some furniture moved and it's because Nana actually &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to talk to Mom and stuff.  You see, Nana got all mad at mom and they didn't talk for about four months!  So mom kept trying to call nana and she kept hangin up on her.  So Mel and Brandy are all mad at Nana for being so mean to our mommie, but especially Mel.  She doesn't want anything to do with nana.  Brandy's not really mad but really hurt... So I am like the only one keepin in touch with nana and so I get the guts to ask her wuts up with her and mom.  She tells me her story and I tell &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; to forget the fight for our sake and just talk to mom.  So when we came over here, she does forget it...or she seems like she forgets it.  I know shes still mad and hurt, but I'm gald they're talking and stuff.  But I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nanas for real about talkin to mom and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I'm really missin my friends.  I havent talked to them in forever!!!!!!!  I wish they would call me!  Well, it's up to them.  I really wish I could meet some people up here in Elk Grove.  Cuz I am in need of some friends I can just hang with right now.  Well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moms showering rite now and keanus playin nintendo (No suprise there!).  We are gonna go to Winco today to buy some food and stuff for the salsa.  Oh MAN!  Mom makes a &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; salsa! She also made brownies last night...YumYumYum...Jealous?  HeHeHe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay see ya lata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108879302347327648?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108879302347327648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108879302347327648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108879302347327648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108879302347327648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-beautiful-day-today.html' title='What a Beautiful Day Today!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108873295307103215</id><published>2004-07-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:11:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Auntie's Again!</title><content type='html'>So, WOW!  We are goin to Uncles house for the fourth!  Yes, him and aunt Jennifer got themselves their own house. Thats great huh?  I cant wait!  We are leavin on Saturday and thats same day their havin the party!  Well, wut I really cant wait for is the LAKE!!!  OH MAN!  13 more days!  I cant wait to see Boo and Christy and Joe!!!  We're gonna have so much fun!  I just hope that we dont do wut we did last time... you know how we were all shy and stuff in the beginning and then when we hafta leave, we dont wanna!!!  that sux!  &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt; we all wont be shy and just have sum fun ALL DAY!  &lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/strong&gt;  Hurry up, July 14th, hurry up and COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, well, anyways, ummm...Mom's taking us out to a chinese buffet tonight for dinner!  YUMMY!  It should be fun!  And me and Keanu are thinking of putting our money together and buying Sims Bustin Out for PS2!  I've never played it before, so any thoughts on if we should actually buy it?  Well, I wanna go eat so I'll see ya later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108873295307103215?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108873295307103215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108873295307103215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108873295307103215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108873295307103215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/07/at-aunties-again.html' title='At Auntie&apos;s Again!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108795366007967782</id><published>2004-06-22T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:21:00.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Mom's Soon</title><content type='html'>So, today was flat out boring.  We didn't really do anything but watch TV, play Nintendo, and we went swimming.  We swam in the public pool at Aunties apartments and it was &lt;strong&gt;gross&lt;/strong&gt;!  Some guy left his football jersey in the pool and somebody else left their diaper on the table.  What slobs.  Well, besides that, I can't wait until we go to the lake!!! :)  I can't wait to see Boo again.  I wish we could go more than once... *hint, hint*.  Well, I have to go because we're leaving really soon.  Yea... we get to sit intraffic for thirty minutes... I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108795366007967782?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108795366007967782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108795366007967782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108795366007967782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108795366007967782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/06/going-to-moms-soon.html' title='Going to Mom&apos;s Soon'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108788104874089921</id><published>2004-06-21T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T19:10:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  Im at &lt;a href="http://www.kernyen.com" target="_blank"&gt;Aunties&lt;/a&gt; for a few days... Well, until tomorrow.  We've been here since Friday night.  Me and Keanu got off the plane, went to &lt;a href="http://kirbyfiles.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mom's&lt;/a&gt; apartment for, like, 20 minutes, and then came here, to Auntie's.  Keanu's been bugging to go home cuz he got a new PS2 game, Grand Theft Auto III.  But, yeah, anyways, I talked to two of my friends on AIM today and I realized how much I really am going to miss them all.  I mean, I just kinda &lt;em&gt;meet&lt;/em&gt; them and now I have to leave.  It sucks... But, well, anyways, me and Keanu went with Maim to her friends house and swam.  Their pool goes down 12 ft deep and now my ears hurt &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; bad!  So do my eyes, cuz I opened them...&lt;strong&gt;OUCH!&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, I better go so Auntie can finish wutever she is doin...  But before I go... I just wanna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THANK YOU AUNTIE!!! I LOVE YA!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108788104874089921?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108788104874089921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108788104874089921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108788104874089921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108788104874089921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-me.html' title='It&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390001.post-108787252997964058</id><published>2004-06-21T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:48:49.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing for Morgie</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone - Creating a blog for my niece, Morgie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only a test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390001-108787252997964058?l=morgiesworld13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/feeds/108787252997964058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390001&amp;postID=108787252997964058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108787252997964058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390001/posts/default/108787252997964058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morgiesworld13.blogspot.com/2004/06/testing-for-morgie.html' title='Testing for Morgie'/><author><name>morgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482669323018675183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
