<?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-15720226</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleep-e</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15720226.post-112889397213870860</id><published>2005-10-09T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:39:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Nail Polish Color are You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Magenta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/magenta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How you're unique: You're confident - and you show everyone the true you&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You have the attitude to carry the most outrageous outfits off&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "Look at me. I know you want to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112889397213870860?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112889397213870860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112889397213870860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112889397213870860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112889397213870860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-nail-polish-color-are-you.html' title='What Nail Polish Color are You'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112576261986439010</id><published>2005-09-03T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:50:19.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes i really HATE my life like this summer! All summer i have done nothing all summer the most exciting thing i have done this summer was sign up for a country club that we only went for like 4 times, then went to ocean city for 3 nights, and the fair and sleepover with my best friend, Bridgette. But besides that all i have done was sit home all day and watch t.v and play on the computer. But the good thing is that i start school this Tuesday. YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is also a bad side to school, homework, teachers, and..........TESTS AND QUIZES AND EXAMS! And thats going to be my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112576261986439010?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112576261986439010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112576261986439010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112576261986439010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112576261986439010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112558385318894279</id><published>2005-09-01T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:10:53.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMG faxing papers is SOOOOOOOOOO much fun. Last night I asked Chris to wake me up when he leaves (cuz' thats when my mom wakes up) . And when he called my name he had a file in his hand and then acciedently left on the table. So he called at like  9:20 and asked me to unhook and hook all of these wires up (if was easy to do but it's confusing to write)  Then he told me how to fax junk. After i finished he called again and said it worked perfectly and thanked me, then said that i could choose anything or anywhere that i wanted for dinner! Then i started listening to VH1, acutally i was doing that all morning. But i can't wiat for dinner i am going to run up a bill like he's never seen in his LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112558385318894279?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112558385318894279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112558385318894279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112558385318894279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112558385318894279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/faxing.html' title='Faxing'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112549598899370056</id><published>2005-08-31T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:46:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/92/7514/1024/fair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/92/7514/400/fair1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridgette and me at the fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112549598899370056?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112549598899370056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112549598899370056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112549598899370056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112549598899370056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/bridgette-and-me-at-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112550293429640296</id><published>2005-08-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:42:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGGGGG forms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Today i had to do all of my school forms and, boy does my hand hurt wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to much writting. Then after i finished (which i kind of didn't, cuz' i don't know some of the things on the emergency cards) anyway after i was done i ate lunch. Then watched my Gilmore Girls, then wrote this blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112550293429640296?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112550293429640296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112550293429640296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112550293429640296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112550293429640296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/argggggg-forms.html' title='ARGGGGGG forms'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112549832132192702</id><published>2005-08-31T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T07:25:21.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yesterday, I think was the busiest day of my whole summer! Cuz' my mom told me that I had to clean up the kitchen and put my name on EVERYTHING, clothes school supplies, everything. Then Chris asked me if i could help him with the luandry. So i was lableing and doing lundary all day. Then after i was finally done the kichen and lundary, my mom called and said "make sure your ready for school with your projects and everything." So i was like w/e. Then i remembered that one of my projects (my poster) looked  like crap. So i redid the WHOLE thing. And by that time it was 4:30p.m. So i had to rush around to clean up the mess i made from my poster. Then it was like 5:30 and my mom came home. So I had about 1 hr. to relax then we BOTH went outside to pick bag worms AGAIN ( bag worms are sort of like catipillars in a really small cacoon that stikesreally hard to the limbs of our pine trees). Then we come in washed our faces and hands then ate. After we ate i had my dessert, and boy was it good. Then i watched my Gilmore Girls marathon (thats on every tuesday) Then said good night and went to bed! WHAT A DAY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112549832132192702?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112549832132192702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112549832132192702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112549832132192702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112549832132192702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-day.html' title='What a Day'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112532701035518322</id><published>2005-08-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:51:48.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>OMG this morning my moms said that i had to pick bag worms. I SWEAR IT'S LIKE MY LIFE REVOLS AROUND THOSE STIKEN THINGS I'VE PICKED THEM ABOUT 5 DIFFERENT TIMES AND I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SICK OF PICKING THEM SO THAT GOT ME IN A BAD MOOD ALREADY AND IT WAS OLNY 6:30 IN THE MORNING AND TEHN ON HER WAY OUT SHE SAYS AND BY THE WAY SINCE YOUR HOME ALL DAY TODAY LABEL ALL OF YOUR SCHOOL THINGS. SO TODAY I HAVE TO LABEL SCHOOL JUNK AND PICK BAG WORMS OFF OF TREES. I SWEAR THOSE TREES ARE MORE TROUBLE THEN WHAT THERE WORTH. AND WHEN MY MOM TOLD I HAD TO PICK THEM SHE SAID " YOUR THE ONLY ONE WITH TIME TO DO IT, BUT I'LL DO I ROW WHEN I GET HOME AND YOU DO ONE TODAY!" Then she called at 7:30 to tell me that when ever she looks at me i look beautiful. And i was like w/e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112532701035518322?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112532701035518322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112532701035518322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112532701035518322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112532701035518322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112532511254827523</id><published>2005-08-29T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:42:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend was sooooo much fun!! Well Friday was boring, but around 3:00 p.m. I started getting ready to go to the fair with my best friend, Bridgette. Of course I was late cuz' my mom had to do crap. But then when we finally got there she dropped me off with Bridgette's family. Then we paid for addmission, after that Bridgette's ada, Bridgette's dad's girlfiend, and Bridgette's dad's girlfriend's grand-daughterall went one way and Bridgette and I went for ALL the rides. We went on the zipper, the kamoksey, the starship, the fireball, the high swings, the super slide, the torando, the cliff hanger, the dropper............and i think that it. But OMG we spent $90 dollars on tickets!! Anyway after we went to the fair i went home with Bridgette and slept over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bridgette's dad's girlfriend's grand-daughterall is about 2 and a half and she is soooooooooooo annoying. When we tried todo something (just us) she would always follow us, then she would start crying cuz' we locked her out, and the olny way she stoped was when i held her!!!!! But Bridgette and I stayed up all night it was soooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun. Then when it was time for Bridgette to go mom to her mom's house, I went with her. When we got we said "hi we're here, then left to go to the park. When we got home Isaiah, Bridgette's little brother, wanted me to hold him. So I was pretty much holding babies all week, but it was fun! Then my mom picked me up and we went to lowes to get fitlers, after that we want to 7 eleven to get a slurpee. Then when we got home we ate. Then after like 2 hrs i started to get ice cream out of the tub and she came out of ehr room and I said " God, this ice-cream is hard as a rock!" and shes like " Elizabeth go to bed now!" and i was like what. She said i was ascting like a jerk! So i went upstairs and watch a movie that wason t.v. and ended up going to bed at like 10:00 when i was supposed to go to bed at like 8:30!&lt;br /&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/15720226-112532511254827523?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112532511254827523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112532511254827523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112532511254827523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112532511254827523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112515038586799413</id><published>2005-08-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T06:46:25.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I FINALLY GET TO GO THE FAIR WITH MY BEST FRIEND, I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED. THEN AFTER THE FAIR I'M I THINK SPENDING THE NIGHT AT HER DADS HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUN FUN FUN. I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT, I CAN'T WAIT. I'M SO EXCITED THAT I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT, AND I KNOW I KNOW THAT I WANT TO GO &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/15720226-112515038586799413?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112515038586799413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112515038586799413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112515038586799413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112515038586799413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/fair.html' title='THE FAIR'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112507846633449291</id><published>2005-08-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:50:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Pep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some really cute young guy is here and all he wanted was just to know if my moms car doors were unlocked and here's my mom wearing her workout shorts and a tank top and she asking the poor guy in and you should have seen his face LOL. Then he's like "no i'll just go out to the car! And he was so relieved when he left my mom, hehehehe! :-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112507846633449291?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112507846633449291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112507846633449291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112507846633449291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112507846633449291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/car-pep.html' title='Car Pep'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112506806009903845</id><published>2005-08-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T07:54:20.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cHoReS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, my mom is so annoying. She calls me a slob, but so is she. I have a weekly chore, vaccuming. When I got to her room OMG, it was a total mess, then i think i accidentally vaccumed up a pin and poped the bag?? woopz! The good thing about my chore is that it only takes about 45 minutes to vaccum the downstairs and like 3 mintues to swifer the upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112506806009903845?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112506806009903845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112506806009903845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112506806009903845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112506806009903845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/chores.html' title='cHoReS'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112506195304807523</id><published>2005-08-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:16:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yesterday was so cool i got my back pack from L.L Bean and i also got some jackets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(really nice fleece jackets) Then today my moms coming home early and hopefully we can go out cuz' i am soooooooo sick of this house. I'm actually starting to feel like a mime in a trapped box, the same box, the same routine every day! Any way yesterday my mom said if I was good (which is crap) she would buy me an I-pod I’ve wanted one for like since they came out!!! This weekend I’m going to my grandmothers house (which Bridgette maybe we can hook up before school !) When I’m going over my grandmothers she said she would pay me $25.00 bucks if I helped her clean out her small hall closet. TTYL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&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/15720226-112506195304807523?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112506195304807523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112506195304807523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112506195304807523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112506195304807523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112499986551440032</id><published>2005-08-25T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:01:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3727/1464/1600/me%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3727/1464/400/me%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG my friend keeps telling me that she has to go but yet she's the one who keeps on talking, then she signed off AIM all angry at me cuz' she can't believe I am acuallty doing something and she isn't so she thinks I'm supossed to stop doing the impotant thing that I was doing! ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG she really bugs me sometimes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112499986551440032?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112499986551440032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112499986551440032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112499986551440032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112499986551440032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112499822840166024</id><published>2005-08-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:30:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/92/7514/1024/meeeeeeeeeeeee%200021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/92/7514/400/meeeeeeeeeeeee%200021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great picture of me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112499822840166024?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112499822840166024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112499822840166024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112499822840166024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112499822840166024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-picture-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112497288643828657</id><published>2005-08-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T05:33:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You know it's kind of hard to write a blog when nothing exicting happenes in your life! But this weekend should be interesting cuz' im supposed to go over my grandmother house (supposefly). And we're going to clean out the hall closet then maybe go to the fair, if we have enough energy. Then for the rest of the week end just pretty much chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112497288643828657?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112497288643828657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112497288643828657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112497288643828657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112497288643828657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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-15720226.post-112489026207723663</id><published>2005-08-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T06:54:43.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night and this Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Last night was sooo weird my parents had a fight and somehow i got trapped into it?? And i think it was the most wierdiest fight they have ever had, it was over a stinken snow-ball!! But after a while i think that it was about something else. Cuz' it lasted until' about 8:30 p.m. then my parents called me down and told me to say sry for being mouthy to them, so i was like w/e. Then after i said sry it was like nothing ever happened?? So what i did for the rest of the night just watch tv cuz it was a Gilmore Girls Marathon. Then i woke up this morning to my mom screaming my name! And i was like "omg what did i do this time" , and she said no I'm late for work and i was like "annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd" she said " I still need to get ready. So she sent me out to the garden to get somethings she needed for her salad. Then after she left she called and gave me all these chores to do! But they were really easy and i finished in like 5 minutes. Then i got onto the compouter and started writting this blog. :-) &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15720226-112489026207723663?l=bleep-esblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112489026207723663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15720226&amp;postID=112489026207723663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112489026207723663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15720226/posts/default/112489026207723663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleep-esblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-night-and-this-morning.html' title='Last Night and this Morning'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17131913089444033373</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>
