<?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-5881994536485578989</id><updated>2012-02-19T10:28:37.764-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='a new blog to check out'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='etc.'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='tag'/><category term='one of the best days ever'/><category term='family jokes'/><category term='DOCTORS OFFICE'/><category term='game'/><category term='stick figures.'/><category term='Fireworks'/><category term='sense of humor.'/><category term='pranks'/><category term='incorrect words'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='skating'/><category term='Vest'/><category term='tell'/><category term='a poem about peanut butter'/><category term='background'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Apology'/><category term='hotel.'/><category term='Video'/><category term='play in leaves'/><category term='embarrassing'/><category term='halloween poem'/><category term='Festival'/><category term='kids'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>pppp</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1817735241914908691</id><published>2012-02-19T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T10:28:37.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet, Another Collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Like I said in the blog post below,  just kind of learned how to use Picasa. It's a thing on my computer where you upload pictures and arrange it and make collages. You can also make other things on it, too. I kind of picked this up from my mom. She makes collages for her blog. And my blog, too! (Thanks mom so much) as you can see on the top of my blog, there is a cute and awesome collage that my mom made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Anyway, here are some collages I have made that  I thought I'd share with you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               Our 2 cats, AKA sisters (Jasper and Sadiebelle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTX8pkKGKeM/T0E-zeRRMqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2uf_NAEuPdc/s1600/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTX8pkKGKeM/T0E-zeRRMqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2uf_NAEuPdc/s400/Pictures1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710914856502244002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              I made one for my friend, IS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-XzGfLBi_w/T0E-eyQccXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/N2TiS3yf4eI/s1600/isabel%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-XzGfLBi_w/T0E-eyQccXI/AAAAAAAAAhw/N2TiS3yf4eI/s400/isabel%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710914501090242930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     I made one for my friend, LIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3CqF6V3Z98/T0E-T6L0-qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/WUtOQwNn2vo/s1600/elizabet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3CqF6V3Z98/T0E-T6L0-qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/WUtOQwNn2vo/s400/elizabet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710914314239802018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see I am no where near as talented at making collages as my mom is. I am still making one for my friend KENZ. I just made collages for fun. They do take time, however. You should definitely try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1817735241914908691?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1817735241914908691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/yet-another-collage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1817735241914908691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1817735241914908691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/yet-another-collage.html' title='Yet, Another Collage'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTX8pkKGKeM/T0E-zeRRMqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/2uf_NAEuPdc/s72-c/Pictures1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3616350446474264163</id><published>2012-02-18T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T22:34:39.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRcm6iz19IQ/T0CXM-nUOvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hzLRE2CrWLs/s1600/Kienna.jpg" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRcm6iz19IQ/T0CXM-nUOvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hzLRE2CrWLs/s400/Kienna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710730576727915250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life looks funner in pictures. Up above there is christmas photos, 50's outfit, pie, disney land, halloween costumes, cheesy smile in a flower, and me accidentally breaking out in laughter when trying to get christmas photos taken. Sounds fun. Too bad most of my days include me staring at the ceiling doing nothing!&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I just made this collage. I learned how to use this program like 2 or 3 months ago, so this is only the 3 collage I have made. I also made a collage of our cats. I plan on making a collage of things that I will do in the summer later on in the future. Too bad it's not summer &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3616350446474264163?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3616350446474264163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-looks-funner-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3616350446474264163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3616350446474264163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-looks-funner-in-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRcm6iz19IQ/T0CXM-nUOvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hzLRE2CrWLs/s72-c/Kienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9191661723358707963</id><published>2012-02-16T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:39:23.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating and Rules</title><content type='html'>Dating. Going out. I thought they were both the same thing. Apparently not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family follows a rule that dating is not allowed until you are 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night I was at mutual and these two girls (my age) were talking about these people who were going to break up. I asked them, "who are these people??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, they are in our class at school," they replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our leader was like, "Wait kids actually date at you school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, they 'go out' instead," they said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that the same thing though??? Weird... 12 year olds "going out"??? That's pretty young!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think the appropriate age for dating is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9191661723358707963?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9191661723358707963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/dating-and-rules.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9191661723358707963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9191661723358707963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/dating-and-rules.html' title='Dating and Rules'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8451036201307640779</id><published>2012-02-14T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:35:29.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day: Hearts, chocolate, flowers, and candy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_foVJwGFxk/Tzr9vLIb06I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nzaBjXLnWvA/s1600/valentine%2Bcandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_foVJwGFxk/Tzr9vLIb06I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nzaBjXLnWvA/s400/valentine%2Bcandy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709154464529372066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's day to you all. Some people hate Valentine's day. But me? I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;We get candy, and it's a day where there are parties, and chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And how doesn't love parties and chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Even if you don't have a special someone, you can still have fun on Valentines day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Today we had our 6th grade Valentine's dance. It was 50's themed, so we got to wear 50's clothing. It was awesome. There were hearts all over the gym, and there were pink and red and purple balloons spread through out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Here are the dances that we had to do and the partners I had for each dance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; (girl's choice) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;two step (boy's choice) -Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; (girl's choice) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Alec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Swing (boy's choice) - Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;electric slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fox trot (girl's choice) - Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Waltz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;(boy's choice) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Hustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Swing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;(girl's choice) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Free Dance (boy's choice) -Conner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;Boot scootin' boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;(but we ran out of time to do this dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;For refreshments we had soda and cookies- yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Also, the student council sells things call Val-o-grams that you can get for your friends. They are just basically cards that you sign and write who it' for and then they tape candy to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So that's pretty much all I did for my Valentine's day. Overall, it was pretty fun! We didn't do any science or social studies and little math time. :) so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So &lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt; do I love Valentine's day? &lt;i&gt;Free&lt;/i&gt; candy, music, and &lt;b&gt;less &lt;/b&gt;school work!! Woo hoo!&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/5881994536485578989-8451036201307640779?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8451036201307640779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-hearts-chocolate-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8451036201307640779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8451036201307640779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-hearts-chocolate-flowers.html' title='Valentines day: Hearts, chocolate, flowers, and candy!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_foVJwGFxk/Tzr9vLIb06I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nzaBjXLnWvA/s72-c/valentine%2Bcandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-688105701095468018</id><published>2012-02-11T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T14:42:09.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 50's Poodle Skirt!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in an earlier blog post, we are having a 6th grade dance on Valentines day. The theme of the dance is 50's, meaning we have to dress up as if we are in the 50's. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the most obvious 50's outfit for a girl would be a poodle skirt. Knowing my mom likes crafty things (when she has the time) I asked her to make me an outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some online to give you an idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aIu5HT2x-c/TzbsokjCstI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EBKhsB9gB80/s1600/poodle%2Bskirt%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aIu5HT2x-c/TzbsokjCstI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EBKhsB9gB80/s400/poodle%2Bskirt%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708009759488258770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZN1pIHtrl0/TzbshOfY3oI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rHNrwgvnDoY/s1600/poodle%2Bskirt%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 249px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZN1pIHtrl0/TzbshOfY3oI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rHNrwgvnDoY/s400/poodle%2Bskirt%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708009633308270210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCb03BAn0_k/TzbsbJ2NVfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_lBUCcikFP0/s1600/poodle%2Bskirt%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCb03BAn0_k/TzbsbJ2NVfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_lBUCcikFP0/s400/poodle%2Bskirt%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708009528982590962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, those were the ones I found online. Here is the outfit my mom put together for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcxqmIeEsOQ/TzbsNjNSkJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PaRn3tJKqPQ/s1600/2012-02-11_12-55-19_572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcxqmIeEsOQ/TzbsNjNSkJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PaRn3tJKqPQ/s400/2012-02-11_12-55-19_572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708009295272120466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got the skirt, jacket, and shirt, and head band at walmart last night. She also got the poodle there. Then today we just hot glued the poodle onto the skirt, and walla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXF4NdMVI9I/TzbsDdT6dbI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RjPt_gU4Q2s/s1600/2012-02-11_12-55-09_921%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXF4NdMVI9I/TzbsDdT6dbI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RjPt_gU4Q2s/s400/2012-02-11_12-55-09_921%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708009121890596274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It does look better in person though. My teacher said that with a poodle skirt they wore saddle shoes. But she said that they look good with black converse (that's what they wore back then) and flats. So I will probably wear either flats or converse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I have my halloween costume, too! Thanks mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-688105701095468018?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/688105701095468018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-50s-poodle-skirt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/688105701095468018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/688105701095468018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-50s-poodle-skirt.html' title='My 50&apos;s Poodle Skirt!!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7aIu5HT2x-c/TzbsokjCstI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EBKhsB9gB80/s72-c/poodle%2Bskirt%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3043921458199245520</id><published>2012-02-08T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:17:35.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Valentine's Dance!!1</title><content type='html'>Our sixth grade dance it next week on Tuesday. It's the Valentines dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I hate the dances, the more we have them, the funner they seem to be. The first dance that we had, which was the harvest dance, was awkward. People didn't know who to dance with and it was well, socially awkward. We all danced with out partners, and nobody looked at eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now at dances every body dances along  and talks and laughs and has a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very excited for this dance though, because it is 50's theme! Meaning we have to dress up like we are from the 50's! I am going to wear a poodle skirt! Same with all of my friends. And it also cool how the dances have a bunch of really cool decorations and music and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention.... FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be fun? I hope! Will I get dance partners that I won't mind dancing with? I sure hope!&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope things go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3043921458199245520?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3043921458199245520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-valentines-dance1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3043921458199245520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3043921458199245520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-valentines-dance1.html' title='Our Valentine&apos;s Dance!!1'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4117866561329756051</id><published>2012-02-04T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:34:11.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WXH Grease play: FunnyMan plays Doody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WX high put on a play "Grease" (school clean version) and I was very impressed! I loved it and would love to see it again! My brother, a senior, played Doody. Doody is one of the popular best friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; So here are some clips that my brother was in that my dad and uncle put up on YouTube.  WARNING: If you plan on watching the play and don't want it spoiled, I suggest you don't watch the videos, because they are from the actual play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My brother is the one with the red shirt and the hand cuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xPO_zb8Rrx4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in this clip in the one with the guitar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SFC93dpqMv4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when he shows his friends what he learned on the guitar. Again, he is the one with the guitar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iez4UX9YcRM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the diner scene. He isn't any of the dancers. But for our 6th grade valentine's dance, the theme is 50's, like in Grease, meaning that we have to dress like we are from the 50's. My mom is going to make/get me a poodle skirt. I don't have saddle shoes though so I will probably just wear my black converse. Not sure yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/be4irdwIcCQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4117866561329756051?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4117866561329756051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/wxh-grease-play-funnyman-plays-doody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4117866561329756051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4117866561329756051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/02/wxh-grease-play-funnyman-plays-doody.html' title='WXH Grease play: FunnyMan plays Doody!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xPO_zb8Rrx4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9045529459882709345</id><published>2012-01-31T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:52:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy snacks- GONE!!!</title><content type='html'>I love snacks, and I am sure we all do! But whenever my mom gets snacks or makes some, they seem to disappear. And lately it's really been on my nerves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's friends dropped off some cake that they made, and I only got 2 bites of it. The next day later, it was completely gone!!!! (did I mention that there were TWO whole cakes, GONE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am trying to pack some snacks for a school read-a-thon tomorrow, and this big bag of homemade rice crispy treats DISAPPEARED! And they were here this morning! And apparently one of my brothers and my mom didn't eat any today, leaving one brother left. And I don't think it as him because he has been gone all day at school. And if it is him, SHAME!!!!! But now I don't have anything good to bring. And I was going to go to the store today but never got to. And I could go to the gas station before school tomorrow but I don't have any money. Now I am doomed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now whenever my mom gets food snacks and granola bars (which is like never) I keep a little bit in a zip lock baggy in my desk. It's like my little food stash. So I can eat it by myself or bring some along on sleep overs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I forgot to put some rice crispy snacks in my stash. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9045529459882709345?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9045529459882709345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/yummy-snacks-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9045529459882709345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9045529459882709345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/yummy-snacks-gone.html' title='Yummy snacks- GONE!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2162462363152603567</id><published>2012-01-29T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:50:31.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th grade drama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCVny_8cEVU/TyWG4IHwUBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Chl9Tuzlrt0/s1600/drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCVny_8cEVU/TyWG4IHwUBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Chl9Tuzlrt0/s400/drama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703112801945407506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who knew that there could be so much drama in 6th grade??? Well, let me tell ya, there's quite a bit. Well, at least at MY school there is....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let's start off with the girls in my grade. There's a ton of drama there. And most of you know that I went through some drama over the summer with a friend. (you probably read it on my mom's blog) It's actually going pretty well now. Things are okay with that situation. We all still get along well and everything is good. (though we aren't exactly best friends forever with that one girl.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;See, with the boys at my school, they are all friends. But the girls? Different. First in 3rd grade we were all friends. But the more we go through the school years, the more our friend ship changes. It goes from a whole group of friends to split up circles of friends.  And, being in spectrum, you don't meet a lot of new kids since you have pretty much the same class mates each year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But their's more drama besides friendship circles. Let me explain with a short list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kindergarten - 3rd grade:&lt;i&gt; Everybody in the class is your best friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4th grade: &lt;i&gt;Everybody is still together as friends, but kind of splitting off...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th grade: &lt;i&gt;Girls VS boys..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6th grade: &lt;i&gt;Things flip- it's Girls LOVE boys, and boys LOVE girls...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As my teacher puts it, girls start liking boys, and boys start to... "discover" girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I was younger, my mom would tell me, "Just wait 'til you are a teenager. You will go boy crazy and want to kiss a lot of them..." Um, mom, did you get that thought from your own teen years? I heard you kissed a lot of boys then! (are you kidding me, she wrote a whole detailed story about all of the wet kisses she experienced BEFORE she was 16!!! Gag me with a spoon!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So everybody in 6th grade talks about one thing- crushes... YUCK!!!!!!!!!!! And girls (and occasionally some boys) will ask me who I have a crush on. I honestly DON'T HAVE A CRUSH on anybody! Like I said, being in spectrum means having the same class mates each year. I have been with the same boys ever since the 3rd grade- I think I have had enough time to decide which boys I like and which boys I dont... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and I do however have some boy friends. Guy friends. Friends of the opposite gender. Friends that are boys. Friends that are not girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does this mean I like them, though? No. N-O, no. opposite of yes=no. Infact, I only have 1 friend that is a boy. The rest are more like... Buddies. Do I LIKE that one boy who is my friend? No. no. n-o. I think we just went over the whole "no" thing. Hehe. No, it's not that I am his friend meaning I like him. He's just pretty much the only boy mature enough to be a real friend with a girl. Think of it like this: He's my friend who just happens to be a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So whenever my mom pulls up to pick me up from school and sees me talking to him, she teases me. And last year in the spelling bee (he was also in the school spelling bee with me) my mom (yes, you, mom!) kept on asking questions about him. "Does he like you?" she asked. MOM, listen to me, never ask me if a boy likes me, because if a boy has a CRUSH on me, most of the time a crush is a secret, so I would not know.  Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and the fact that the 6th grade teachers put on dances doesn't help. The students go crazy over who is going to be a dance partner with who. OH, and did I mention that the next dance is on Valentines day???? UGH worst day ever! (at least they serve food and have music at the dances. Oh and it's better than math!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But not only crushes and girls play big parts in 6th grade drama. So do &lt;b&gt;stereotypes&lt;/b&gt;. At my school, we have these mean girls who take dance and cheer- they would be the &lt;b&gt;cheerleaders&lt;/b&gt;. We have kids who instead of playing tag or shooting hoops, they talk to the ground duty and help clean the cafeteria. They are known as &lt;b&gt;teacher's pets&lt;/b&gt;. However, these kids tend to be really nice, so good for them!!! Then we have boys who think they are so cool and so tough and so smart and rich and most of them play foot ball. These would be the &lt;b&gt;Jocks.&lt;/b&gt; Funny thing is, in movies, girls &lt;b&gt;like&lt;/b&gt; the jocks. But at my school, the girls &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; them. They are mean sometimes and they try to be funny....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, like most classes have, there's a kid (usually a boy) would calls out in class and goofs off. He would be the &lt;b&gt;Class Clown.&lt;/b&gt; Then we have kids who are "nerds" and I honestly feel bad for them. They are the kids who are picked on because they don't wear skinny jeans, or because they are really smart, or because they don't play any major sports, or because they are really quiet. (Sounds kinda like me, haha. Just kidding though, I have great friends!) But these kids I find to be some of the funnest kids to be around. :) Oh, and then there's usually a quiet kid (me!) who never really talks and is, well, quiet. We have about 3 kids like that in my class like that (including me.. heh heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, like I said, there can be a lot more drama in 6th grade then you would think. If this is how much drama there is in 6th grade, I wonder what it's like in Junior High... 0.0 .wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2162462363152603567?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2162462363152603567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/6th-grade-drama.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2162462363152603567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2162462363152603567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/6th-grade-drama.html' title='6th grade drama...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCVny_8cEVU/TyWG4IHwUBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Chl9Tuzlrt0/s72-c/drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5866795936462773065</id><published>2012-01-21T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:53:56.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 12th Birthday Experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIWDmejk8mA/TxuxdWgXRMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/w7CLYLuDFkQ/s1600/birthday%2Bcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIWDmejk8mA/TxuxdWgXRMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/w7CLYLuDFkQ/s400/birthday%2Bcat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700344871183140034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My&lt;span &gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; is today! I am officially 12 years old now. Here's how my&lt;span &gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I woke up at my friend's house around 7:40 (we had a sleep over there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~While it was still dark in the morning we played with a giant glow stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~played around and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~We went to my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~While waiting for my cousins to arrive, we played with a beach ball I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Cousins arrived!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~We went to our local Recreation Center and went ice skating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~We went out to eat at Pizza Factory: YUM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Dropped off friends at their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Came home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Talked to said friends online while watching my cousin play the Wii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Cousin (Chloe) and I played with the special effects on my webcam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Said good bye to cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Chatted with friend online &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Then I figured that since I was a litte sore from ice skating, that I could take a warm and nice bubble bath. And the last time I had a really bubble bath was I think around 5 years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~And now here I am typing this blog post up. I want to thank my mom for this wonderful and awesome birthday, it was pretty fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and the iceskating was fun!!!! For most of the time I had to hold on to the wall, but eventually I started going&lt;b&gt; with out&lt;/b&gt; the wall and I got the hang of it! But when we took our skates back to the counter to get our shoes back, I accidentally &lt;span &gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; one of the skates on my toe- and I was only weird a sock! Luckily the skates weren't &lt;b&gt;sharp&lt;/b&gt; enough to cut my foot and now my toe is finally&lt;b&gt; free&lt;/b&gt; of pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Turning 12 years old is a big &lt;b&gt;accomplishment&lt;/b&gt; for me. I am not a little kid really, yet I am not a teenager yet- but I am in the middle! Now I am officially a bee hive in church! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So again,&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;thank you so much mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for the great &lt;span &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; experience. It was fun and I really do love the gifts you got me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And thank you to everybody else who celebrated my &lt;span &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; with me, or the kids who sang &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; to me at lunch time in front of the whole 5th and 6th grade (haha) and to those who did even as little as saying &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; to me. Oh, and of course for those who are reading this blog post right now. I had a great&lt;b&gt; 12th &lt;span &gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, my birthday is about over now considering that it's almost midnight, so ya! I guess I better get going to bed now. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span &gt;Thanks guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5866795936462773065?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5866795936462773065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-12th-birthday-experience.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5866795936462773065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5866795936462773065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-12th-birthday-experience.html' title='My 12th Birthday Experience...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIWDmejk8mA/TxuxdWgXRMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/w7CLYLuDFkQ/s72-c/birthday%2Bcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2919724781960899854</id><published>2012-01-16T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:23:52.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream...</title><content type='html'>Martin Luther King Jr. wrote a speech called, "I have a dream.." In 5th grade last year everybody had to write their own. I tried to find it but I guess I misplaced it somewhere, so I wrote a new one. Hope you all enjoy. Sorry it's a bit short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that peace will fall among us all. That the world will have no more battles and no more wars. I have a dream that a warm blanket will cover the world and melt depression and sadness away. That everybody will be happy at least for just one whole day. I have a dream that our people will wake up and realize what their littering and pollution is doing to us and our nation. I have a dream, that racism will vanish, and the idea of having slaves will be erased from our minds. I have a dream that we can all come together as one, and that people will not be judged for their diversity. I dream that our world will become a whole new one, that worries will not be hard to over come, and that hopes will live on forever. I have a dream that we can all work together, and make this dream come true. -Prettyprettyprincess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2919724781960899854?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2919724781960899854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2919724781960899854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2919724781960899854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5972518174076759094</id><published>2012-01-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:29:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Ringtones!!</title><content type='html'>A while back I asked my mom where she got her ringtones, and she told me she got them for free at phonezoo.com  So, I went there today and checked it out. The ringtones are free, and you do have to sign up but it's really easy to! I wish I could figure out a way to put the ring tones on here, but for now I will just tell you what ringtones I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kim Possibe Ringtone (TV show)&lt;br /&gt;~Ed Edd n Eddy theme song (TV show)&lt;br /&gt;~"It's so fluffy I'm going to die!!!" (From a movie called, "Dispicable me")&lt;br /&gt;~Pick up da phone (Manamana)&lt;br /&gt;~Batman theme song (um.. from batman...)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;So ya that's what I got so far, and I LOVE them!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check out that website-that's where all of my relatives get their's from, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5972518174076759094?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5972518174076759094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-ringtones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5972518174076759094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5972518174076759094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-ringtones.html' title='My New Ringtones!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7462372270183262616</id><published>2012-01-14T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:43:45.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BANNER COLLAGE THINGY!!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!!!!! As you can see, my beautiful and wonderful mother made a new collage for me for the top of my blog!! It is pink and yellow, like "Pink Lemonade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried finding a good background that matches the pink and yellow, but this was the best I could find... So I might change the background if I find a better one. THANK YOU MOM!!!!! :) I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7462372270183262616?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7462372270183262616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-banner-collage-thingy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7462372270183262616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7462372270183262616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-banner-collage-thingy.html' title='NEW BANNER COLLAGE THINGY!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-953052516317750</id><published>2012-01-14T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:35:38.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck this Journal!</title><content type='html'>So my friend got this journal for Christmas. Basically it is filled with pages and say things like, "rip this page up," "take this in the shower with you," and "tie a string to this journal and take it on a walk". So basically they have ways to wreck the journal. So today we got bored and decided to take it on a walk. You have no idea how many people stared at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got together and made a journal for me! Now whenever I am bored I just get out my little journal thing. Mine has things like, "have your mom run over this journal with her car," "let your pet play with this page," "make holes in this page with different objects," "lick this page- how does it taste," and even "use this page as a napkin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya! It's actually really fun!!! If you guys are really bored, you can make one yourself! (I am sure if any adults out there have the time for this they can create one too. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you solve your boredom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-953052516317750?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/953052516317750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/wreck-this-journal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/953052516317750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/953052516317750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/wreck-this-journal.html' title='Wreck this Journal!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1763762066981140163</id><published>2012-01-10T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:40:09.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Spelling Bee</title><content type='html'>So today was our class spelling bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have one 3 class spelling bees in the past. 2nd grade, 3rd grade, and 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I didn't go to school due to a head ache, so I missed out on the bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one of my friends made in and they get to move on to the school bee! :) YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1763762066981140163?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1763762066981140163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/class-spelling-bee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1763762066981140163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1763762066981140163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/class-spelling-bee.html' title='Class Spelling Bee'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5394003575983875104</id><published>2012-01-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:15:17.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTS of fun at mutual!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got back home from mutual... I know, I got back home at 9:15 PM! AND I haven't even started on my homework yet! But it's not completely my fault! I had piano and voice lessons, and then I had mutual!!! But my homework shouldn't be too hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is the LDS Mormon church. In church, there is Young Men, and Young Women. Basically the young women and then the young men get together for class. (ages 12-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual is where the Young Men meet together, and the Young Women meet. They just do fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said earlier, I just got back from mutual. My lovely neighbor, Sydnee, gave me a ride along with her to mutual. She's just cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Young Women just stayed in the gym and played a basketball game called "elimination" until most everybody arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a prayer with the Young Men and the Young Women all together and had a prayer. Then the Young Men all left to have their own class. All of us YW stayed in the room and ate. We had soup, chili, rolls, chili toppings (cheese, sour cream, etc.) and water. It was really yummy! Oh and for dessert we had cake balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were all done eating, we planned some activities that we could do for other mutual meetings. The older YW came up with ideas like "Date Night-with new boys!", "Murder Mystery," "Play in the mud," and just some wacky things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us beehives (the younger YW) Came up with things like make matching PJ pants, candy making, learn to make donuts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the older YW went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us beehives stayed though. We went back to the gym to play some basketball. IT WAS SO FUN! Then we played elimination-FUNNER. Eventually we got tired of basketball and played tag. It was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being in YW! It's SO much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we are going to go ice skating for mutual some time, but I am not sure when! Should be fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5394003575983875104?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5394003575983875104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/lots-of-fun-at-mutual.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5394003575983875104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5394003575983875104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/lots-of-fun-at-mutual.html' title='LOTS of fun at mutual!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5153772943145591017</id><published>2012-01-01T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:21:09.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVERSE SHOES!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, we had my cousin's baptism yesterday. All was well. We went to their house for food. All was well. We had our Christmas party with out grandparents and cousins. All was well. We opened up Christmas presents from our cousins and grandparents. All was awesome! And here's what I got from them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Nail polish&lt;br /&gt;~ Nail art kit&lt;br /&gt;~ cute monkey pajamas&lt;br /&gt;~ BLACK ALL STAR CONVERSE SHOES (with the star patches on them!) AHHHHHHHHH! (that was my virtual computer scream!)&lt;br /&gt;~ A cute denim dress!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, that -virtual- scream was of happiness!!!! CONVERSE SHOES! For those of you who don't know, I LOVE converse shoes. They are that amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I HAVE 3 PAIRS OF CONVERSE SHOES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who didn't know, I love monkey's and sleeping- perfect pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, I love to do my nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, I love clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who didn't know, I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT 2012! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all rock for reading my blog! Extra brownie points for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5153772943145591017?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5153772943145591017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/converse-shoes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5153772943145591017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5153772943145591017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2012/01/converse-shoes.html' title='CONVERSE SHOES!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2950897884367422699</id><published>2011-12-30T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:29:54.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>My resolutions for the new year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a better person to others&lt;br /&gt;Less "talking back" to my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improve my skills in school&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about others who think I am not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthier, and less junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Try to always be in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improve my hand writing as it's not the best.&lt;br /&gt;And calming myself down easier whenever I am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be more honest, and open to more of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;So that is just a short list of my resolutions; HAPPY NEW YEARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2950897884367422699?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2950897884367422699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2950897884367422699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2950897884367422699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3637807188764023318</id><published>2011-12-27T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:32:30.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas... over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjlvru8e9WY/Tv4fr0iGosI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tZCDds6serM/s1600/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011%2Bsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjlvru8e9WY/Tv4fr0iGosI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tZCDds6serM/s400/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011%2Bsanta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692021816739406530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFbHpvKmsOM/Tv4fm9-D_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-M1Jt0tnmcc/s1600/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011%2Bstocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFbHpvKmsOM/Tv4fm9-D_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-M1Jt0tnmcc/s400/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011%2Bstocking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692021733373246866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cgefwA4z48/Tv4fg6yI6OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hmMq-zRCRJQ/s1600/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cgefwA4z48/Tv4fg6yI6OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hmMq-zRCRJQ/s400/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692021629438716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehe I stole this pics from my mom's blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Christmas. The time to celebrate the birth of our savior. The time to be with our families and friends. To go Christmas shopping. Bake lots of food. Get caught in traffic. To go last minute gift shopping. Going on a tight budget... Being stressed out.... I love how before Christmas everybody is in a hurry to get things done and every body is all stressed out. But once Christmas comes, you can sit back and chill with your fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that no matter how many gifts anybody got for Christmas, that they remember the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents this year put together an amazing Christmas for us kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mom we played games, had great food, watched movies, had awesome snacks, sat by the fire, went to church together, opened up gifts, and over all bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my dad, we also watched some movies and had a great feast. Since my dad was born on Christmas, we played birthday games. We had a pinata, "Un-Wrap-it," and we wanted to sing karaoke, so we hooked up the mic, got YouTube up on our tv screen, and did karaoke from YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend posted on her what she got for Christmas, so that's what I'm about to do! (Thank's for the idea, "Is"!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fuzzy orange and blue socks&lt;br /&gt;- clothes&lt;br /&gt;- jewelry&lt;br /&gt;- book (thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;- candy&lt;br /&gt;- make up&lt;br /&gt;- make up bags&lt;br /&gt;- Jamaican monkey hat&lt;br /&gt;- boots&lt;br /&gt;- converse shoes&lt;br /&gt;- walmart gift card from anonymous&lt;br /&gt;- REALLY fuzzy and cute fleece blanket from the same anonymous&lt;br /&gt;- nail polish&lt;br /&gt;- pj's&lt;br /&gt;- little glass pineapple from hawaii&lt;br /&gt;- locker pencil holder (filled with a mini comp book, pen, and candy)&lt;br /&gt;- paper full of compliments (thanks Si!)&lt;br /&gt;- Old Navy Bag (really handy!)&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas ornament (nice choice, mom!)&lt;br /&gt;- Ipod speakers&lt;br /&gt;- awesome homemade "k" necklace (thanks Is!)&lt;br /&gt;- Mirror (to do my make up with!!!)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all... The reason I put the "K" necklace separate from the jewelry is because I was putting the things from my friends separate from family, just so it is easier! I think that is all I got, so sorry if I forgot anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether you got more and less than I did for Christmas, I hope your Christmas was great! (oh and sorry mom that I wasn't able to get you a lot for Christmas. I tried really hard. I wanted to get you nice gloves and gift cards and everything, but I really didn't have much money. I also had to get 12 other people stuff, so ya. Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and I will post some pictures of me if I can get some from my mom!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3637807188764023318?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3637807188764023318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3637807188764023318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3637807188764023318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-over.html' title='Christmas... over?'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjlvru8e9WY/Tv4fr0iGosI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tZCDds6serM/s72-c/kienna%2Bchristmas%2B2011%2Bsanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2162423785488097947</id><published>2011-12-21T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:07:00.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Story Made Up In 2 Minutes...</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, so I am going to time myself and right a random story here. I will write anything that comes to mind. So ready..... and.... BEGIN!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There once was a cracker, and his name is jack. He had a friend who was cheese. They had been best friends ever since they were stored in the pantry and fridge, which was just last week. Despite the short amount of time they've known each other, they felt like they had known each other forever. They did almost everything together. But, one day, a unicorn came along and told them to go and follow the rainbow. However, crackers cannot walk, and cheese most definitely cannot walk either. So the unicorn warned them that if they did not find a way to follow the rainbow, that they'd be eaten together. One day the people that lived there were going on a picnic. The perfect time for them to sneak out and follow the rainbow! So, they called the dog up to the kitchen, and asked the dog for a ride to the rainbow. The dog said sure, and jumped up on his back. They rode along, the dog's tongue out to the side, paws pattering on the side walk. Finally they arrived to the end of the rainbow. "Now we are safe!" they both thought. They thanked the dog and the dog ran safely home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sat at a picnic bench, when a little girl came over to the table. "SEE mommy? I TOLD you that I didn't forget the cheese and crackers!!!" and the little girl reached over and ate the cheese and cracker. The cheese screamed as he entered the girl's mouth. The cracker was in so much shock that he-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY guys, 2 minutes are up!!! That's my 2 minute story!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2162423785488097947?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2162423785488097947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-story-made-up-in-2-minutes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2162423785488097947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2162423785488097947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-story-made-up-in-2-minutes.html' title='A Random Story Made Up In 2 Minutes...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8688056668759666963</id><published>2011-12-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:42:01.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: My Perfect Imperfections</title><content type='html'>It's another game of tag! But this one is different. Basically, you comment/blog 3 things you do not like about yourself or things that aren't very perfect about you. Then let us know 3 things you like/love about yourself. Then tell us 3 unique things about yourself! Here's mine below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the things I do not like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;1.) I don't like my teeth. They are crooked and I have only lost half of my baby teeth!&lt;br /&gt;2.) My hair. I have a big cowlick, and my hair is SUPER thin!&lt;br /&gt;3.) My dry skin. :P My skin is so dry, and during the summer I sometimes have dandruff because it gets so dry. I have to keep lotion in my locker and I have 4 things of chapstick in my desk. I have to use specific shampoos for my scalp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now... here are 3 things I like/love about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)I like my big brown eyes! My eyelashes are naturally curly. Sometimes in the morning my eye lashes are so curly they touch my eyelid and it tickles!!&lt;br /&gt;2.)My skin color. It's what I like to call, "caramel brown"&lt;br /&gt;3.)My bangs. My bangs, like, sweep across and down my face (if that makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty... now, 3 unique things about myself! Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)I have had this bump by my ear ever since I was born. I think it's called an ear tag or something. It's not as noticable now that I'm older, but I have always secretly liked it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;2.) In school I am known as the cotton candy girl because I once craved cotton candy during class and once in the 4th grade I offered a ton a tickets in an "auction" for a bag of cotton candy!&lt;br /&gt;3.) I love to draw mushrooms, yet I don't like the taste of them. (I will make a separate blog post with pictures of my mushroom drawings!)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;TAG you're it! PRETTY PRETTY please go to your blog and post YOUR perfect imperfections! Just type 3 things you don't like about yourself, 3 things you like about yourself, and 3 unique things about you!&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/5881994536485578989-8688056668759666963?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8688056668759666963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/tag-my-perfect-imperfections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8688056668759666963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8688056668759666963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/tag-my-perfect-imperfections.html' title='Tag: My Perfect Imperfections'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8527139177118938681</id><published>2011-12-17T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:03:43.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair cut!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just kidding.. I didn't get a hair cut, just played with my hair when i was bored!!! :) Which one is you favorite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m51BNUEaRAM/Tuz1RtPM7TI/AAAAAAAAAes/Q1cNwFbxLEs/s1600/DSCN4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m51BNUEaRAM/Tuz1RtPM7TI/AAAAAAAAAes/Q1cNwFbxLEs/s400/DSCN4161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687190114012032306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flFRF9WdANg/Tuz1RZNKQfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5gkpYRrX_ZQ/s1600/DSCN4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flFRF9WdANg/Tuz1RZNKQfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5gkpYRrX_ZQ/s400/DSCN4156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687190108634759666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buj_-7NdIb4/Tuz1Qf8ORhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fiR9kCN9K1s/s1600/DSCN4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buj_-7NdIb4/Tuz1Qf8ORhI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fiR9kCN9K1s/s400/DSCN4165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687190093262898706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4EFIHDCuH8/Tuz1Pwqy5rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/elwOUUFx_gU/s1600/DSCN4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4EFIHDCuH8/Tuz1Pwqy5rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/elwOUUFx_gU/s400/DSCN4159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687190080573335218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YkNLGLpHN8/Tuz1Poo5RvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9vP0LMRcGJc/s1600/DSCN4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YkNLGLpHN8/Tuz1Poo5RvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9vP0LMRcGJc/s400/DSCN4153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687190078417880818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8527139177118938681?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8527139177118938681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8527139177118938681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8527139177118938681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-hair-cut.html' title='New hair cut!!!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m51BNUEaRAM/Tuz1RtPM7TI/AAAAAAAAAes/Q1cNwFbxLEs/s72-c/DSCN4161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1668323708241530282</id><published>2011-12-16T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:04:36.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Holiday Dance!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T0PI65CKNQ/TuvG6SSourI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qGOcnvAB9p8/s1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T0PI65CKNQ/TuvG6SSourI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qGOcnvAB9p8/s400/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686857659130100402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our 6th grade Holiday Dance. The gym was really pretty, because they put Christmas lights in and everything.. Too bad the lights were only for the dance! The dances we did (in order) were:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Two Step slow dance&lt;br /&gt;*Waltz&lt;br /&gt;*Electric Slide &lt;br /&gt;*Fox Trot&lt;br /&gt;*Boot Scoot-n-Boogie (some kind of dance that goes with country music.. ugh)&lt;br /&gt;*Two Step slow dance (again)&lt;br /&gt;*Waltz&lt;br /&gt;*Fox Trot (again)&lt;br /&gt;*The Hustle&lt;br /&gt;*Two Step slow dance (once again)&lt;br /&gt;*Free choice slow dance (any kind of slow dance you want to do)&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Since the dance was Christmas Themed, we did all of the dances to Christmas Music. We had to do the electric slide to "All I Want for Christmas is You" and it was awkward because everybody was off beat and were bumping into eachother. It was really hard dancing to that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;The day before the dance we all got a piece of paper and went around the room asking people to be our dance partners for the next day. My partners were Nick, James, Jeff, Kade, Alec, Conner, Jake, and some kid named Dallin in the other class that I don't know. At our last dance, I also had Nick, James, Alec and Jake. (well, I had Alec written down as a partner at our last dance but my friend Is REALLY wanted to dance with him, so I let her. Instead I danced with conner.... UGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we also had twinkies... YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only boys I didn't really enjoy dancing with were Nick, Conner, and Dallin. Nick is SO tall so it was a bit hard to dance with him, Conner kept ramming into people during the dance, and dancing with the boy named Dallin was REALLY awkward because we didn't talk the whole time we danced, since we didn't know each other... It's was pretty awkward!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was pretty good all in all. It was way better than the other dance. My dance partners actually talked to me though. But my one dance partner Jake is really shy. But when he started talking, he said, "My sister had a dream last night that bananas hit her in the face and exploded..." it was really random and I didn't know what to say, but then he quickly changed the subject to twinkies. It was odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's our dance experience. This dance I was actually looking forward to, and it was fun! But we have one on Valentine's day! AHHH, WHY on Valentines day. I mean, DANCING.. with BOYS... on VALENTINES day??? WORST IDEA EVER!!! Wish me luck for that one... I am going to need it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1668323708241530282?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1668323708241530282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-holiday-dance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1668323708241530282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1668323708241530282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-holiday-dance.html' title='Our Holiday Dance!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3T0PI65CKNQ/TuvG6SSourI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qGOcnvAB9p8/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8199897962792903317</id><published>2011-12-11T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T09:05:31.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is Revealed!!!</title><content type='html'>Kids believe santa is real... The older they get, they think it's their parents. Well, I'm really tired of kids thinking this stuff.... So, I've decided to share my little secret... I'M Santa Claus!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galleries.cetrine.net/?p=pctipkooojp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nl3.cetrine.net/tk5/photofunia/1323561600/16/56/pctipkooojp_ctl.png" border="0" alt="Hosted by Cetrine.net galleries" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woops, wrong picture!!! Let's see here.... um... oh, there it is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galleries.cetrine.net/?p=pctipkooomo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nl3.cetrine.net/tk5/photofunia/1323561600/17/4/pctipkooomo_ctl.png" border="0" alt="Hosted by Cetrine.net galleries" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhh..... don't tell anybody! If you do, I'll put you on my naughty list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8199897962792903317?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8199897962792903317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-is-revealed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8199897962792903317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8199897962792903317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-is-revealed.html' title='Santa is Revealed!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8389454528192105538</id><published>2011-12-10T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:42:27.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on life</title><content type='html'>Hi fellow bloggers. I haven't blogged in quite awhile. This past week has been very busy with my school work, but I am glad that it is the weekend now so I can take a break from all of the stress!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of school, there's been a lot going on. Since we had a wind storm, school was cancelled one day, so now they added a school day on to our winter break!!! UGH.. But my teacher said that since  most people will be out of town or just won't show up, she won't  be having any lessons or assignments. We will just read and play math games, so I might decide to not even show up to school (if my mom lets me... -puppy dog eyes-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then next friday is our 6th grade Christmas dance. It's actually a little fun, but I am afraid this one boy will ask to be one of my dance partners... the reason I don't want to is because..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He is way taller than me so it's hard to dance with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*since he is taller than me, he also takes giant steps and it's hard to keep up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He isn't the best at doing the dances. He always steps on my foot and does the wrong moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*doesn't keep up with the music or the beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*it's just really awkward because he talks about weird things like flying dogs and what-not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually are supposed to have 4 dance partners because there are 4 different dance routines we do that involve partners. I can think of 3 boys that I wouldn't mind dancing with. They are the quiet and polite boys that actually understand how to do the dance routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think we are going to have a Christmas party with our class. We will play a bunch of games and make christmas crafts. We will also do a gift exchange, which I am really excited about!!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have had a ton of homework to catch up on recently, and it's been really difficult. But with prayers, hope, people helping me, and the internet, I'VE SURVIVED THIS PAST WEEK!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and at my school, we have this tradition where all of the classes and teachers gather in the lunch room/gym/multipurpose room and we sing a bunch of christmas songs together. Than usually a guy dressed up in santa clause costume (i am guessing it's the principal's husband) comes in when we sing really loud. As the older kids leave, the k-2 graders stay and get candy canes from "Santa Claus" and they get to sit on his lap. :) We also have an ornament contest and all the ornaments go on our school Christmas tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can see, school can be pretty fun around christmas time! (and on the last day of school!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was YOUR week ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8389454528192105538?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8389454528192105538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-on-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8389454528192105538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8389454528192105538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-on-life.html' title='Update on life'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2285032655024321718</id><published>2011-12-02T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:08:10.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Wind Storm *Pictures of damage!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here we had a giant windstorm! It got up to even 130MPH!!! HOLY MOLEY GUACAMOLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power went out at our house, and school was cancelled. Damage was horrible! Semi-trucks fell over, stoplights were useless because of no power, fences broke/dogs escaped, shingles fell off, trees were ripped out from the root, billboards were  ruined, and even McDonald's yellow "M" sign fell apart! YIKES! It was freezing cold without power, so we had to sleep with a ton of blankets and hand warmers. No lights, so we had to use candles. No computer/tv, so we sang songs, listened to the radio, played board games, and over all bonded. No oven, stoves, or microwaves because of no power, so we had to use this mini portable camping stove. Luckily the power wasn't out for long enough to make all of the food in the fridge/freezer go bad. Some people were hurt and a couple of people died due to car accidents. AHH! Luckily my family is safe and sound, and our giant giant giant tree didn't fall on our house. And luckily our doors weren't blown open for our precious kitties to escape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very thankful that the LDS Prophets have told us about food storages to be prepared for this stuff! We had to light up a bunch of candles and got about 5 flashlights (plus my uncle's airsoft night vision) It was scary yet fun at the same time. Below is a news report on the wind, and below that is some pictures of damage at our house/other places nearby. Now power is back up! :) (it also hit california and colorado and a bit of Nevada, and might hit Alabama, Illinois and Indiana!!!!! Darn!) FunnyMan, my 17 Yr old brother, went with 2 of his friends and just took a bunch of pictures of damage. I'll see if he can email me some pictures of the damage they got so I can post them up. Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=18323519#.Ttkfb-9C3Eg.blogger"&gt;Schools closed, power remains out in parts of Davis County | ksl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               Semi-truck fell over!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaL-lKi3C8/TtkX3Wd6lnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/spcY7on2suQ/s1600/IMAG0924.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaL-lKi3C8/TtkX3Wd6lnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/spcY7on2suQ/s400/IMAG0924.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681598644595889778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Can you tell what this is??? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGbDGFdNtBE/TtkX2i1FiqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qzMvdpfvCY4/s1600/IMAG0923.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGbDGFdNtBE/TtkX2i1FiqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/qzMvdpfvCY4/s400/IMAG0923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681598630734432930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Take a closer look..... It's another semi trucks that fell over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUbJXNteEQg/TtkX2XZa4sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xoFFSEWYn3c/s1600/IMAG0922.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EUbJXNteEQg/TtkX2XZa4sI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xoFFSEWYn3c/s400/IMAG0922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681598627665601218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              On the side of our house you can see all of the shingles and leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XblihN_1o0/TtkX2EJab0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/67-DMYBXr6I/s1600/IMAG0920.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XblihN_1o0/TtkX2EJab0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/67-DMYBXr6I/s400/IMAG0920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681598622498189122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                          Our front yard; Shingles, branches, and apples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75_pNWGRHo4/TtkW3RbbndI/AAAAAAAAAc0/k8YnFzBQZuo/s1600/IMAG0919.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75_pNWGRHo4/TtkW3RbbndI/AAAAAAAAAc0/k8YnFzBQZuo/s400/IMAG0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681597543731666386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2285032655024321718?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2285032655024321718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/giant-wind-storm-pictures-of-damage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2285032655024321718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2285032655024321718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/12/giant-wind-storm-pictures-of-damage.html' title='Giant Wind Storm *Pictures of damage!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaL-lKi3C8/TtkX3Wd6lnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/spcY7on2suQ/s72-c/IMAG0924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4271019587595121305</id><published>2011-11-28T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:35:04.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Monday...</title><content type='html'>Our teacher is really kind. She is theteaher that doesn't mind if we make jokes in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our class has it's own little inside joke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every monday when somebody does something weird or messes up on something, we say, "well.. it IS monday..." and then we all laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much an excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last week when it was Tuesday, my teacher wrote something wrong and the board. She was like, "well.. it IS Monday.... Oh WAIT, it's tuesday! Dang it!" it was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's my blog post.... i don't really have anything to blog about so that's the best it's gonna get! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4271019587595121305?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4271019587595121305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4271019587595121305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4271019587595121305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-monday.html' title='It is Monday...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1680235993237612390</id><published>2011-11-24T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:15:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and messy pie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a fun and happy thanksgiving this year! I sure did!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has a friend that she new back from Indiana that lives near by so we went to her house for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was awesome, and it's hard to say what dish was my favorite, but I can say that I sure loved the creamy corn (made in a croc-pot!!) and it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my mom and I stayed up 'til about 4:30 AM to make a bunch of pies. I still can't decide which pie is my favorite. We made 6 different pies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just got  back from their house, and I decided that I wanted to eat more pie. But not just in an ordinary way... I wanted to eat it... with my HANDS! I just decided that because I have never eaten a pie with my hands before, and I thought it would be fun and messy! (and YUMMY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the before and after pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                         &lt;b&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmoF9M6nTqc/Ts7571RfdlI/AAAAAAAAAco/LMgEET0W29g/s1600/Image141.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmoF9M6nTqc/Ts7571RfdlI/AAAAAAAAAco/LMgEET0W29g/s400/Image141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678750986468816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                            AFTER:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciJPxJj7g3c/Ts753eSCZMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u1RS4I5gCFg/s1600/Image142.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciJPxJj7g3c/Ts753eSCZMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/u1RS4I5gCFg/s400/Image142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678750911577613506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, I think the pie went straight from the plate to my mouth!  MMM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother must be proud... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1680235993237612390?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1680235993237612390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-and-messy-pie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1680235993237612390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1680235993237612390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-and-messy-pie.html' title='Thanksgiving and messy pie!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmoF9M6nTqc/Ts7571RfdlI/AAAAAAAAAco/LMgEET0W29g/s72-c/Image141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7836027155936799237</id><published>2011-11-23T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:04:50.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Siblings, oh joy. The ones that make you want to pull your hair out, that makes steam come out of your head, and the ones that bug the poop out of you. Infact, while I am typing this, LittleDuckling is getting really mad at me for using Funnyman's laptop... It's not his, so I don't see the need to care. But, instead of going on about how much I am annoyed right now at my brother, I am just going to go on with this blog post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siblings... I have 2 siblings, both older than me, and both boys. What about you??? Are you an only child or do you have some siblings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the ways you deal/ed with them?? Here's an example how I deal with one of them sometimes if they just keep on going on for no reason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: You are so stupid, why are you even down here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: So you are down here because you are red? That doesn't even make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: What?? So you are just pretending to not be bugged by me by saying random stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: There once lived a cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: You are just being stupid. I can tell you are just pretending to not be angry with me, but I know you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I like pie, especially pumpkin pie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think you get the point! Either way, I lvoe both of my siblings a lot. THey have helped me get through many hard times, and they make me laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7836027155936799237?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7836027155936799237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/siblings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7836027155936799237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7836027155936799237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5919766423711305760</id><published>2011-11-20T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:53:14.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No school!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShuKgwToZK4/TsnK9ZdkCNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VOz4EHga-bA/s1600/school.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShuKgwToZK4/TsnK9ZdkCNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VOz4EHga-bA/s400/school.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677291961432934610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Usually I have 33 hours of school every week. But last week we had these things called SEP  conferences, where the teacher talks with each student and one of their parents about grades and how they are doing in school. So, since we had those conferences last week, we only had 25 hours of school the whole week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now, since we have thanksgiving this week, we have less school again! Instead of the normal 33 hours of school this week, we will only have 14 hours!!!! YAAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meaning we only have school on Monday and Tuesday, and then we have thanksgiving break on Wed-Fri. Oh, and on Fri-Saturday I am going to have a sleepover at my house with these 2 girls from church and the other girl goes to my old school. :)&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This week will still be very busy with school, voice lessons, piano lessons, and thanksgiving but I figure that the school stuff won't be as hard, not to mention we have no writing assignment or spelling assignment this week!!!!!!!!! :) YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5919766423711305760?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5919766423711305760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5919766423711305760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5919766423711305760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-school.html' title='No school!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShuKgwToZK4/TsnK9ZdkCNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VOz4EHga-bA/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-6775082517032225648</id><published>2011-11-14T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:36:42.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "bucket list"</title><content type='html'>Recently I found a bucket list made from one of my brother's friend. He had weird and crazy things like, "have a make out session," "kiss a random person," and "make a statue out of muffins" ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to make a bucket list and share some of the things with you guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a spray whipped cream fight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be "kidnapped" by a bunch of friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TP a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing a solo in front of a crowd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the northern lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to play "somewhere over the rainbow" on the ukulele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Win money from some type of contest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out of the country for my first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a giant party with a ton of my classmates &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a huge party with a bunch of elderly people and play bingo and dance to old music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to dance decently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a rainbow out of skittles and then post a picture of it online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sell something worthless and cheap on Ebay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a sport I am good at&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play every single game in an arcade, even the dumb ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a ton of people to go to Mcdonalds with me, eat french fries/icecream and then play tag in the play center there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silly string my mom when she least expects it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw a pie in somebody's face. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shove my face in a slice of my birthday cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a music video with my family and friends (while wearing weird things like pants on our head, and totally mismatching clothes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing through the whole National Anthem with a spoon on my nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat 6 saltine crackers in 1 minute (really hard!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be in a flash mob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Alright guys, so those are SOME things that I came up with for my bucketlist... I could go on and on, but yeah, those are some wacky things that I have on my Bucket list.... What about you? Comment below or blog about a couple of your things on your bucket list!!!! I'd love to see what you have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-6775082517032225648?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/6775082517032225648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6775082517032225648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6775082517032225648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-bucket-list.html' title='My &quot;bucket list&quot;'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5285804210274194471</id><published>2011-11-06T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:40:39.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!! ugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CfZ5EKLvAQ/Trczfz6UfZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gxjqjqBA-yc/s1600/snowflake%2Bclipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672058877300211090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CfZ5EKLvAQ/Trczfz6UfZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gxjqjqBA-yc/s400/snowflake%2Bclipart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently my friend "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Iz&lt;/span&gt;" posted on her blog the pros and cons about snow, because recently it's been snowing where we live. So I thought I'd tell you all here what I hate and like about know. (thanks for the idea, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Iz&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Many activties to do with snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Means that my birthday is around the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christmas, Valentines, and a bunch of other holidays are near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brings back fun snow memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If enough might cancel snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No more lawn mowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Great weather for hot cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The reflection of Christmas lights on the snow is really really REALLY pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What I do not like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Causes car accidents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Causes power outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You have to clean it off of your car every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No more basketball, bike riding, or any outside summer sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You have to shovel it and melt it with salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You have to bundle up in layers and layers and are extra cold at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Causes traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Allergies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd rather look at the bright green grass, the beautiful fall leaves and the bright blue sky with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;slight breeze instead of freezing snow with a dark gray sky and dead plants with empty trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell, I am not that big of a fan of snow. But it's not like I have a choice, right?? I will just have to deal with the snow. I find it really odd yet funny though, because where we live, the leaves on the trees are all still bright green, yet there is snow all around here. It's weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So that's how &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; feel about snow.... What about &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;though? Are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a snow fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/5881994536485578989-5285804210274194471?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5285804210274194471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-ugh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5285804210274194471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5285804210274194471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-ugh.html' title='SNOW!!! ugh...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CfZ5EKLvAQ/Trczfz6UfZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gxjqjqBA-yc/s72-c/snowflake%2Bclipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4254406680191677269</id><published>2011-11-05T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:51:43.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoWaGosdbsc/TrXZm27mQnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RfhxWrb-4w4/s1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671678567346750066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoWaGosdbsc/TrXZm27mQnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RfhxWrb-4w4/s400/zzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey guys! So usually when I am at my dad's house, we have to sleep on a mattress. But recently they were supposed to go to some over night airsoft game (my dad and my uncle) so they bought some cots for them to use. However, it got canceled because there was some drunk guy that went there earlier with a gun and with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he beat his wife, too. But when the police got there they couldn't find him. So they had to cancel the game for safetly reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now that we have 2 cots, we get to use those when we sleep over at my dad's house. And I am totally in love with the cot. You might wonder why, since a mattress is way more comfortable to other people. But I like using the cot. I never has really used the cot before until they first got it. I don't know, I actually find it really comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, we talking about me here, a girl who once slept on the bathroom floor when she was 4. Yep, I guess I sleep walked or soemthing one night because I remember waking up on the bathroom floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic I found on Google that will kind of give you an idea of what the cot looks like. However, ours is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n-swZ167NY/TrXZiodvvyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sHVPbzvLg1o/s1600/co6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671678494743969570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n-swZ167NY/TrXZiodvvyI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sHVPbzvLg1o/s400/co6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yeah! Honestly, I didn't really know what to blog about so I picked something random to blog about. So yeah, there ya go!!!! :) My random blog post about a cot. Oh, and a lot of soldiers slept on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4254406680191677269?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4254406680191677269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-cot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4254406680191677269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4254406680191677269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-cot.html' title='New Cot!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoWaGosdbsc/TrXZm27mQnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RfhxWrb-4w4/s72-c/zzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4068455740310641713</id><published>2011-11-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:32:26.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohooo!! Good grades!</title><content type='html'>WARNING:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; The following message contains lots of bragging. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wooooohoooooo!!! I just got my report card from school yesterday... and guess what... I GOT PERFECT GRADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!! Also, I made my AR goal at the last minute! (AR is some reading program that I strongly dislike) Oh, and we are supposed to have around 25 WPM in typing..... and guess what I got: 67 WPM with 98 acc!!! YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Speaking of typing, I showed my dad my typing grade, and I told him that I could probably type faster than him. So we made a bet. I found a website online that tests your typing speed and accuracy, and we both took the test. He got 52 wpm with 3 errors, and I got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Drum Roll Please.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(keep scrolling down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;71 WPM WITH ONLY 1 ERROR!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shout out: Good job to everybody out there for getting good grades! :) and for those who aren't, just try your best. :) yay!!!! Now I am so happy! &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/5881994536485578989-4068455740310641713?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4068455740310641713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/woohooo-good-grades.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4068455740310641713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4068455740310641713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/woohooo-good-grades.html' title='Woohooo!! Good grades!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7309038443006395831</id><published>2011-11-02T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:14:31.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>My brother FunnyMan took me trick or treating on halloween. First we decided just to go trick or treating around our neighborhood. Then he called up a girl and we went up to North Salt Lake - aka, the millionaire houses. Oh yeah, we hit jack pot! Then we went to some high school halloween party. And guess what they all did there. They talked! That's it! On the bright side they had food there.  Afterwards we decided to go to that one girl's house and jump on her trampoline 'til curfew. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally FunnyMan and I arrive home, when we see's that he has some free frostie coupons for Wendy's. So of course, we drive off to get some chocolate frosties. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get home, and I look in my candy bag to see what I have. I am craving candy. Keep in mind that I hadn't had much candy in a while, specifically chocolate. BUSTED! I guess my mom heard me digging through my bag, cuz next thing I know, she says from the other room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: finding some candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Isn't it a little late for candy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Mom, it's NEVER late for candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's say she ended up with my king size 3 musketeer (the candy bar was 10 inches long! Double the normal musketeer bar) Yeah, I think she is on my side now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, note that the girl we were with is the girl FunnyMan has a crush on. I found it funny how he told everybody that he was just "taking his little sister trick or treating." and everybody would go, "awwwww, that's so sweet of you to do that for her!" Yet he took along a backpack for his candy!! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, a senior going trick or treating. Good for him! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over all my halloween was pretty fun! :) How was yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7309038443006395831?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7309038443006395831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7309038443006395831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7309038443006395831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7716282991161226163</id><published>2011-10-29T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:55:33.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 6th grade dance????</title><content type='html'>Well, I was just looking at my 6th grade calendar on our school website so I could see like upcoming fieldtrips and stuff, when I saw that we have another 6th grade dance coming up in December! In 49 days to be exact!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sure, the dancing is fun, not to mention you can be with your friends and jam out to music while eating refreshments, but I mean, come on, boys?????? Boys and girls??? dancing together???? having to go i contact with eachother??? in the dark??? to slow music???? holding hands??? and boys that you barely even know, or that you think are gross?????? Call it a partial way tragedy!!!! That's my way of saying that I am exciting and dreading it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay because of friends, music, dancing, and not to mention food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay because of boys!!!! AHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not to also mention that Funnyman (my 17 year old brother) is at a school dance right now- with 3 girls! WOW, go Funnyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as my teacher says, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger... so I think I'll make it through the dance again. I just have to stay away from the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the day before the dance, they have all of the 6th graders go around writing names of people (opposite gender) and they choose their dance partners then. However, I made a bad choice and decided to just sit there and wait for some boys to come and pick me as a partner. However, that didn't work as planned... the teachers went around and would tell kids to be together as partners if they didn't have one... that's what happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i say again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7716282991161226163?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7716282991161226163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-6th-grade-dance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7716282991161226163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7716282991161226163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-6th-grade-dance.html' title='Another 6th grade dance????'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9085292983261826393</id><published>2011-10-28T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:18:04.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th grade dance...</title><content type='html'>We just had our 6th grade harvest dance. Yesterday each student got a paper and we'd go around asking kids to dance with us. We could have 4 different dance partners. I got partners "Jake" "nick" "james" and "alec." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we did some dances and it wasn't that bad! Sure we had to dance with boys, but the boys I danced with were nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we danced to some country song, but we didn't actually have partners. There was a hold routine. Then we did the fot trot with out first partner. However, my partner, Jake, was absent, so I had to dance with another kid named Noah. He was nice, and it wasn't too awkward since I already knew him. (he's in my class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; then we did another partner dance, doing a 4 step thing with out 2nd partner. I had a boy named nick. He's also in my class. He's nice and we talked a bit while dancing, but first of all, he's so much taller than I am. In order for me to see him I have to look up! Since he was taller then me, he took giant steps, so it was hard for me to keep up. But I managed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we did the hussle and the electric slide. I danced with a kid named james for the fox trot (we did that dance again, only to a different song) and I danced with nick again for the 4 step. For some reason we had to switch back to our 1st partner for the four step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we did the fox trot again, only with the first partner again. That's when Jake showed up, so I got to dance with him. I think he was the nicest one, and easiest one to dance with. He talked to me like Nick, but was closer to my size so he was easier to dance with. Then we did the last partner dance. I was supposed to dance with the kid Alec, but my friend didn't have an assigned partner so she asked if she could dance with alec. I said yes, and had to dance with some boy that I really really don't like. He's really mean and weird. I vaguely know him. I was still nice and we danced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the last dance was the macerana, which was my favorite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall the dance wasn't so bad. It was actually pretty fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we also had ome donuts and apple juice there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9085292983261826393?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9085292983261826393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/6th-grade-dance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9085292983261826393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9085292983261826393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/6th-grade-dance.html' title='6th grade dance...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1968909162499740625</id><published>2011-10-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:50:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Excited!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for this upcoming wednesday! You know why? Because we are having a murder mystery thing at school! A murder mystery is where everybody is assigned a character. Then all of the suspects gather together and they try to figure out who did the murder. It's really fun, we did it for my brother's 16th birthday party! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween for my 6th grade is going to be awesome! Not to mention there is no school on Monday since halloween is then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, we have a 6th grade dance this Friday. I don't think it's like a whole real dance and stuff since we are only in 6th grade, but still. We have to dance with BOYS!!! EW...! We recently have learned things like the electric slide and the hussle and stuff, but I don't know what dances we will be doing. We will have to do some slow dancing though. On the bright side, there will be some food and we'll be able to be with our friends. Not to mention no math... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, halloween will be fun at school for once! YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1968909162499740625?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1968909162499740625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-excited.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1968909162499740625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1968909162499740625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-excited.html' title='So Excited!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3195857468627371838</id><published>2011-10-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:18:26.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Halloween Feeling</title><content type='html'>Ahh, October, that time of the year that tells you Halloween is just around the corner. I have to say that Christmas is my favorite holiday, but I like Halloween too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, come on, candy, dressing up, family, friends, games, all of that fun stuff. We even get a day off from school! WOOT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly, I think this year will be a little different. I don't think I will go trick or treating. I mean, after eating candy, I feel sick like I need to eat a lot of fruit. Plus, that means harder work with brushing my teeth. Not to mention walking door to door out in the dark and cold air. Not that I don't like that trick or treating tradition, (and singing, "Trick or treat, stinky feet, give me something good to eat...") but why walk in the cold in a costume having people ask you, "what are YOU this year for halloween?" walking through the whole neighbor hood for an hour just to get one bag of candy, when I could be at home watching Halloween themed shows and movies eating Halloween related snacks and spending time with my family? (and not having to get cramped up ankles and a stuffy nose due to walking in the cold) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, I like looking at all of the decorations outside and stuff, I just don't like walking in the cold. I've had past experiences where I had to go and sit in the car and drive around the neighbor hood instead because I was too cold and because my legs felt like they were about to fall off from walking up all of those stairs and up to door steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all in all, I might not even go trick or treating this year. But if I decide to, I will probably only trick or treat for half an hour and then head home. Plus, nobody in my family goes trick or treating anymore. They are all, "too old" for it. But whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still pretty psyched for Halloween to arrive. I might even play some night games with my friends! By the way, I am going to be a female superhero, "Storm," for halloween. I will wear black boots, black leggings/black pants, a cape, a black shirt and have my hair spray painted with a little bit of silver. Come on Halloween, bring it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3195857468627371838?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3195857468627371838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-halloween-feeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3195857468627371838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3195857468627371838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-halloween-feeling.html' title='That Halloween Feeling'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8264244157885655250</id><published>2011-10-20T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:26:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha...</title><content type='html'>Friends are like snowflakes....&lt;div&gt;You pee on them and they disappear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8264244157885655250?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8264244157885655250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/hahaha.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8264244157885655250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8264244157885655250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/hahaha.html' title='hahaha...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4455048082999054298</id><published>2011-10-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:22:40.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats on the new baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytvnAHMDVHE/Tpe4ui9GiMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nIKFI0Qurjg/s1600/baby.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytvnAHMDVHE/Tpe4ui9GiMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nIKFI0Qurjg/s400/baby.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663198166238267586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS ON THE NEW BABY GIRL, GREENOLIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are unaware, Greenolive is my aunt. She just gave birth to a baby girl today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) Best wishes to you and the baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4455048082999054298?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4455048082999054298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/congrats-on-new-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4455048082999054298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4455048082999054298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/congrats-on-new-baby.html' title='Congrats on the new baby!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytvnAHMDVHE/Tpe4ui9GiMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nIKFI0Qurjg/s72-c/baby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9133145404722318548</id><published>2011-10-08T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:06:01.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poetry: Diversity is...</title><content type='html'>There's this thing at schools in the U.S. that's called, "reflections," where there's a theme, and students get to do some type of art relating to the theme and turn it in as an entry. Then they pick winners to go on to the next round, where you face district, state, etc. etc. You can do music, 3d art, paint/drawing, writing, photography, and choreography. The theme for this year is, "diversity is..." so I decided to enter and do writing. Here's my entry, hope you enjoy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diversity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prettyprettyprincess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.0846426512580365" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I once felt left out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;not with the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I felt unaccepted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;out of the troop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My hair, it's thin and dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My skin is caramel brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My clothing style's different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I'm from another town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I have one religion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;others have theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;While I have my path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;they have their stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My music has a different taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The sky in my world is red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;But things started changing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;when I made a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My friend didn't leave me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I wasn't judged for being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My appearance, thoughts and style,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;were ready for the world to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;That diversity is something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;which we all contain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;So let your difference glow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;and don't constrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*COPYRIGHT 2011. "PrettyPrettyPrincess." Any reproduction of this entry may not be made without express written consent of the author. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9133145404722318548?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9133145404722318548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-poetry-diversity-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9133145404722318548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9133145404722318548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-poetry-diversity-is.html' title='My poetry: Diversity is...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-6915419148010931491</id><published>2011-10-03T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:14:18.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out: GreenOlive and My Most Unusual Mom</title><content type='html'>First off I want to give a shout out to Green Olive. For those of you who don't know, Green Olive is my amazing, cool, fun, humorous, happy Aunt. She is awesome, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREEN OLIVE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next shout out is for the person who created my amazing collage for fall, My wonderful mom. Thanks mom for making the awesome collage!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are my shout outs for these two amazing people. LOVE YOU LOTS, and don't forget to check out my blog for some more posts! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-6915419148010931491?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/6915419148010931491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/shout-out-greenolive-and-my-most.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6915419148010931491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6915419148010931491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/shout-out-greenolive-and-my-most.html' title='Shout Out: GreenOlive and My Most Unusual Mom'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-374508590749873923</id><published>2011-10-02T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:33:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Tabernacle Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xmIxcvIAsZk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-374508590749873923?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/374508590749873923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/mormon-tabernacle-amazing-grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/374508590749873923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/374508590749873923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/10/mormon-tabernacle-amazing-grace.html' title='Mormon Tabernacle Amazing Grace'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xmIxcvIAsZk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3018393086533203494</id><published>2011-09-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:45:18.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just some pics of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday last week I was in my sunday dress from church, and my dad and I decided to go on a little walk. We took these pictures for the fun of it. So yeah, just thought I'd share with you. My dad took the pictures just so you all know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x4_vKjqGow/Tnvydlu2sHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6T9Wb_ez9OY/s1600/blackwhite1977.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x4_vKjqGow/Tnvydlu2sHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6T9Wb_ez9OY/s400/blackwhite1977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655380347252551794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wITY8m5jZo/TnvydU-EsyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MiA1a4tXAhU/s1600/blackwhite1955.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1wITY8m5jZo/TnvydU-EsyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MiA1a4tXAhU/s400/blackwhite1955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655380342752981794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMqxm2omtF8/TnvydE0HvjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KDXFb9Lo0EE/s1600/blackwhite1953.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMqxm2omtF8/TnvydE0HvjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KDXFb9Lo0EE/s400/blackwhite1953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655380338416270898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3018393086533203494?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3018393086533203494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-some-pics-of-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3018393086533203494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3018393086533203494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-some-pics-of-me.html' title='just some pics of me...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x4_vKjqGow/Tnvydlu2sHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6T9Wb_ez9OY/s72-c/blackwhite1977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8413241036447086014</id><published>2011-09-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:27:55.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 random things... about me!</title><content type='html'>My mom recently started a little game on her blog, where you state 5 facts about yourself that most people don't know. So, today I present to you, my five facts. (Oh, and mom, just so you know, some of these things you may know. It's kind of hard to thinnk of 5 random things about me that you don't know, due to the fact that I have lived with you my whole life so far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without farther adue, I give to you, 5 random things about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) On the second day of school I recieved a note if my locker from "anonymous" that said, "U r hot." ... yeah, that one ended up in the trash can! YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I am known as the cotton candy girl in my class, because I often seem to want cotton candy in the middle of class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I was at my friend's house, "Si," and we were playing a game on her trampoline where you'd land on your back and see who'd bounce the highest in the air. Well, I landed on my back and bounced REALLY high, even above the trampoline net, and landed in a little spider man pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655373076350898178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwqp5MDPhQI/Tnvr2Xg0EAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Cmgmwp1PbQo/s400/spider%2Bman%2Bblog.bmp" /&gt;4.) When I was younger, I had dropped a bracelet in the toilet by accident, and my dad had to get it out with a stick. Tne next day I accidentally dropped my hat in the toilet (don't ask how because I don't remember) and my dad had to get it out the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I love socks... Haha, sounds weird, but sometimes I like to match my socks with my outfit, even though nobody will see them! haha, I love how there are so many different colors and designed socks! :)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that you've read some strange, odd, embarrassing and random things about me, go on ahead and post 5 random things about yourself that most people don't know on YOUR blog! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8413241036447086014?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8413241036447086014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8413241036447086014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8413241036447086014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-random-things-about-me.html' title='5 random things... about me!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nwqp5MDPhQI/Tnvr2Xg0EAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Cmgmwp1PbQo/s72-c/spider%2Bman%2Bblog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2776972027078618150</id><published>2011-09-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:39:06.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire threatening hillside homes in Centerville | ksl.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just at my dad's house getting all my stuff together so I can go home, when I heard a BUNCH of police, ambulance, and firetruck sirens. I just thought to myself, "wow, many things are going on out there, huh?" My dad told me about how there's a fire in the mountains, and how it's really big. I went outside to take a look. It's really big. I said a quick prayer in my head that everything would be okay and that nobody has been harmed or will be. Actually, the fire is still up as I type this! I hope everybody ends up okay. Here's a video of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=17264487#.TnLS1vZ53Uw.blogger"&gt;Fire threatening hillside homes in Centerville | ksl.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2776972027078618150?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2776972027078618150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/fire-threatening-hillside-homes-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2776972027078618150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2776972027078618150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/fire-threatening-hillside-homes-in.html' title='Fire threatening hillside homes in Centerville | ksl.com'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1341275330028131153</id><published>2011-09-08T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:01:00.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick... again...</title><content type='html'>hey guys. Sorry I haven't exactly been blogging lately! I've been sick recently with a cold! Ugh, stuffy noses, sore throat, coughing, and sneezing.... Bleh :p  This means I've missed school this week so far. I will probably have to go to school tomorrow though so that I can get all of my assignments so I can make up for work over the weekend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just thought that I should blog right now so I can keep every body updated on what's going on. Thanks! I hope to blog again soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1341275330028131153?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1341275330028131153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/sick-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1341275330028131153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1341275330028131153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/sick-again.html' title='Sick... again...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7340952420937150257</id><published>2011-09-03T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:40:15.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was bored, taking a little break from cleaning my bedroom... Well, a bit more like procrastination... But don't worry, I told myself that I wouldn't sleep until I got my room done. Anyway, I was bored, and pick out a bandanna from basket of (clean) laundry. I for some reason put it on. I don't look that bad with it on, in my opinion. Infact, if I had different colors of them, I wouldn't mind wearing them every now and then. No, I wouldn't wear them everyday, probably only around 2 or 3 times a month. Anyway, so I decided to take a pic. So, fellow bloggers, today, I present to you, a random picture of me wearing my one and only, bandanna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m19Icsh6IKc/TmLVv_SgB7I/AAAAAAAAAao/yDq3Ot3XfRc/s1600/Image123.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m19Icsh6IKc/TmLVv_SgB7I/AAAAAAAAAao/yDq3Ot3XfRc/s400/Image123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648311903095621554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, I did it "pirate style." So, how does it look? Oh, and please don't mind how crappy I look. I was cleaning and busy. Oh, and I am wearing my glasses because my left contact got ripped. I hopefully won't have to go to school wearing glasses. I already have to go to church wearing them, and that's bad enough. Honestly, after getting used to contacts, it's really annoying haing to wear glasses! I hate glasses... Oh well, at least I'll be able to see, right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7340952420937150257?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7340952420937150257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/bandanna.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7340952420937150257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7340952420937150257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/bandanna.html' title='Bandanna'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m19Icsh6IKc/TmLVv_SgB7I/AAAAAAAAAao/yDq3Ot3XfRc/s72-c/Image123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-688523730933748714</id><published>2011-09-03T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:11:24.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I NEED chocolate. I haven't had chocolate in a long time! In like, a month and a half! I need hersheys or something!!!! AHH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this blog post is short, but I am cleaning my room right now, so I am a bit busy to blog. Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-688523730933748714?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/688523730933748714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/688523730933748714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/688523730933748714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/09/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7346063125857936731</id><published>2011-08-30T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:18:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha! Go teacher!</title><content type='html'>Today at school this is what our teacher said to the class near the end of the day...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok class, now, I don't want anybodies feelings to get hurt, and remember, I say this to EVERY class every year. You guys are maturing and growing up. Now, I'm sure a lot of you guys have gotten away with wearing the same outfit for more than one day when you guys were younger. But you guys are older now, and it's really important that you guys shower and wear new clothes every day. For those who aren't already, you need to wear deodorant everyday. OH, and I'm sure lots of you have gotten away with not brushing your teeth when you were younger. Sometimes I'll talk to someone, and it's like they haven't even brushed their teeth in a whole week! So, your guys's assignment tonight is to shower and brush your teeth. Then, tomorrow I need you all to wear deodorant, wear clean clothes, and brush your teeth. Ok guys? If you don't have deodorant, just go home and say, "mom, my teacher says that I need to wear deodorant for now on." Trust me, your parents will be glad that they aren't the ones that have to tell you to wear deodorant. Especially with this weather and you guys all sweat. All of the bacteria on your body likes warm and wet places. That's when the sweat starts to smell. So please, just wear deodorant and shower. And boys, I know a lot of you guys go to camp because of scouts, so please wash those camping clothes before wearing them after camping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, my friends and I were giggling a bit when she was talking about this. I know, we are SO mature, right??? BWAHAHAHAHA! The thing is, we got the same talk from last year! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7346063125857936731?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7346063125857936731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/haha-go-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7346063125857936731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7346063125857936731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/haha-go-teacher.html' title='Haha! Go teacher!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8169211073080299855</id><published>2011-08-26T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:03:35.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny pictures of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Which picture is your favorite? As you can see, I can get pretty silly.... Bwahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCHtlXZ6Exk/TlhCDmQXVbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ivHG5nBXn0A/s1600/Image121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCHtlXZ6Exk/TlhCDmQXVbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ivHG5nBXn0A/s400/Image121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334762485142962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuFWbMk_ovg/TlhB71AJekI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WEMUJ7E9B50/s1600/Image120.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuFWbMk_ovg/TlhB71AJekI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WEMUJ7E9B50/s400/Image120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334629004704322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIIDKxpedvg/TlhB7_zOyaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nBm7KI3VbHQ/s1600/Image118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIIDKxpedvg/TlhB7_zOyaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nBm7KI3VbHQ/s400/Image118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334631903316386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqFa1roDx4o/TlhB7s25bPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iSs41q8uMl8/s1600/Image114.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqFa1roDx4o/TlhB7s25bPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iSs41q8uMl8/s400/Image114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334626818419954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0EJ-1KXKcA/TlhB7uHP1lI/AAAAAAAAAaA/EGMBfe8EPwU/s1600/Image113.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQxpS8AjwVw/TlhBe2UrhCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/qa12TZ8yYxM/s400/Image101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334131143050274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQz4KZ5jons/TlhBemWyt6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/8FjIe20ESrI/s1600/Image96.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQz4KZ5jons/TlhBemWyt6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/8FjIe20ESrI/s400/Image96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334126856943522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJHsQ0DL6Wg/TlhBeYgOLpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/O_sU01gP_YU/s1600/Image94.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJHsQ0DL6Wg/TlhBeYgOLpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/O_sU01gP_YU/s400/Image94.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645334123138395794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNP4WwN5988/TlhAinNkMqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5Ef38s4kx9Y/s1600/Image91.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA6vc-DdNnw/TlhAiL0GvDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pMiYwjlBZZE/s400/Image88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645333088939981874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oflgQD9ua7A/TlhAiIA8G3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/dQy8UczPJ28/s1600/Image84.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oflgQD9ua7A/TlhAiIA8G3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/dQy8UczPJ28/s400/Image84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645333087920069490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJvT_Bdxw38/TlhAh3ALc-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/FB-nN0ggtkY/s1600/Image83.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJvT_Bdxw38/TlhAh3ALc-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/FB-nN0ggtkY/s400/Image83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645333083353478114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3aVQM922F4/TlhARzujimI/AAAAAAAAAYg/weLOImC27qA/s1600/Image80.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3aVQM922F4/TlhARzujimI/AAAAAAAAAYg/weLOImC27qA/s400/Image80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645332807596345954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5qPQdD8VxU/TlhARuVgNyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YHku5NHK-Gw/s1600/Image79.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5qPQdD8VxU/TlhARuVgNyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YHku5NHK-Gw/s400/Image79.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645332806149093154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhnyCsUTz8U/TlhARk3K5YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NPvKvRfldg0/s1600/Image77.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhnyCsUTz8U/TlhARk3K5YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NPvKvRfldg0/s400/Image77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645332803605947778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq_SvEn-ZJs/TlhARVf0V0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/V9_EL7Q43mY/s1600/Image76.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq_SvEn-ZJs/TlhARVf0V0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/V9_EL7Q43mY/s400/Image76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645332799481468738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SGuG_8AhOI/TlhARPlCD4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SMRXBTL8I8g/s1600/Image75.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SGuG_8AhOI/TlhARPlCD4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/SMRXBTL8I8g/s400/Image75.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645332797892726658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me messing around with my webcam...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8169211073080299855?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8169211073080299855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-pictures-of-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8169211073080299855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8169211073080299855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-pictures-of-me.html' title='Funny pictures of me'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jCHtlXZ6Exk/TlhCDmQXVbI/AAAAAAAAAag/ivHG5nBXn0A/s72-c/Image121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3882117230769358713</id><published>2011-08-25T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:54:41.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day for me</title><content type='html'>*Somebody stole my 13 dollar key chain and my rubber ducky key chain (i'm pretty sure it was stolen, my backpack was in my locker the whole day, and I never took it out. I couldn't have lost it when I only have 2 things in my tiny locker)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Really hot and sweaty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hungry because I didn't have time to finish my lunch, as the other 6th grade classes all butted me in line and I lost 10 minutes of my lunch time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*REALLY thirsty, and I don't like water when it's not cold. The school's fountain water is not cold at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Have math homework. It's my fault because I was slow at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Some kids in my school bug me a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am mostly mad about my key chains, though. I had to spend my own money on them, they are fom indiana, not where I live, and they were souvenirs. I was just really ticked off when I found out they are off of the zipper from my backpack, missing. (they were my favorite, too!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3882117230769358713?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3882117230769358713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-good-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3882117230769358713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3882117230769358713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-good-day-for-me.html' title='Not a good day for me'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3997704603697249661</id><published>2011-08-22T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:01:29.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Today was my first day of 6th grade! It was great! We learned about out lockers that we just got placed in our school, we did some really fun games, and we did an art project. Yes, I know, doesn't seem like much... But the talking took quite a while because she had to explain everything to us and all. But it was awesome!!!!!!!! I love my teacher, she is very kind. We also have 2 new kids in our class. So yeah! I...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate breakfast at the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she explained stuff to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played a game called, "what if...," "then..." which I have played before with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More explaining and talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talked about our summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some more talking and explaining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did this little art project that I still haven't finished, but it's pretty easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrote in our planners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will usually do more like science and writing, math, social studies and what not, but it was the first day of school, and it was early out since it was the first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I am getting my hair done today, so I will post pictures after! I don't know exactly what is being done to my hair, but I will just have to see, so yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3997704603697249661?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3997704603697249661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3997704603697249661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3997704603697249661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5525259496887368516</id><published>2011-08-21T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T05:56:15.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day until school!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>1...&lt;div&gt;1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1......................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.....................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS! I AM SO EXCITED! However we have to wake up at 6 in the morning to read scriptures. Which isn't a bad thing, but that's just so early!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, that reminds me of when we were on our road trip earlier this month, and on our way to Indiana, my mom brought a kids version of the book of mormon. We were all tired. She asked  one of us to start reading it outloud, but none of us wanted to because reading in a driving car would make us all dizzy and have a head ache. Whenever somebody started to argue, she'd say, "If you guys don't stop fighting then I am going to make you read that book of mormon outloud!" I thought, "isn't that a blessing to read the scriptures?" I mean, I knew where she was trying to go with it, but just the way she worded it. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on with the school post... lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lockers, gross school lunches, friends, mean teachers, nice teachers, homework, fun art, big quizzes, assemblies, work, field trips, boring lessons......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I ready for it all??? Sure! I may not enjoy it all, but I sure am ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL IS IN 1 DAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5525259496887368516?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5525259496887368516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-day-until-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5525259496887368516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5525259496887368516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-day-until-school.html' title='1 day until school!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3576833889823447226</id><published>2011-08-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:28:58.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days until school starts!</title><content type='html'>I imagine....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying good bye to my mom as I head out of the car door. I walk up to the school's double doors, opening one to let myself one. I check the time. 8:10. Good, just in time for breakfast. I walk down the hall, with a mix of excitement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nervousness&lt;/span&gt; running over me. I turn left  down the hall, looking around at all of the new changes. I enter the lunch room. As I head to the Lunch Counter, I drop my back pack on the stage's steps. I walk down the line, picking up a bowl of cereal. Next, I head over to get some milk for my breakfast. I find a spot at the break fast table where I will be comfy. Not next to the garbage can, yet not too far from it. A spot with out any garbage or spilled milk left behind from another kid. Perfect, I find the right spot to sit at. I dig into my cereal when I see a friend walk into the lunch room to also eat breakfast. She sits down at the table, realizing who I am. We exchange greetings and talk about our summer. We have a conversation about being in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. As we both walk over to throw our trash away, the bell rings. We exit the building, going to the back of the school. We walk around to the mini basket ball court, and line up with the rest of our classmates. I see the rest of my friends, and we all trade hellos. We head up the stairs to our class room, seeing our brand new lockers, instead of the usual trashy and falling apart backpack hooks. I see my friend's eyes full of excitement, yet I could tell by their motions that they are also nervous, like me. We listen to our teachers directions about the lockers and new changes, put all of our supplies in our lockers and desks, and start the day off with learning and fun. Finally, recess arrives, and we head outside to either talk, or play basketball. We have a great time together as we breathe in the fresh air. We go back inside once recess is over, and learn a bit more from our 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher. Eventually our next recess arrives, and my group of friends and I head down the stairs. I then realize that we are, after what has seemed life forever, 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders. The people that the younger kids look up to. The people that the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders can't wait to be in a year. Then, after what seems like a short time, the bell rings. We line up for lunch, head up the stairs, grab our lunches, sit down at the lunch tables, dig into our food, and talk about our day, with giggles added in every once and a while. Our teacher comes to pick us up from lunch, and we all throw our trash away. We head down the hall and up the stairs back to our class room. Since the 1st day of school is early out, we learn more with our teacher for just a bit longer. We gather up all of our stuff, no homework in our hands, and wait for the bell to ring. That's when we all leave to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, my imagination is all happy. This is how I WANT the first day of school to be. No homework, seeing all of my friends, all of that. Is that how it will turn out??? No, probably not. There will probably be more to that. Maybe an assembly. Maybe I won't see all of my friends, and some will still be on vacation. Maybe I won't eat breakfast at the school. Maybe my friend won't be eating breakfast at the school either. Sorry, my crystal ball isn't working right now, so I don't know how it will all really turn out. However, I still remain to be excited for the first day of school. The middle of the year? Not so much... That's with all of the homework and big reports and math tests and staying up late to study for a big exam, which we do have in spectrum.... The first week though? Sure, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3576833889823447226?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3576833889823447226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-days-until-school-starts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3576833889823447226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3576833889823447226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-days-until-school-starts.html' title='2 days until school starts!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4747099042196208126</id><published>2011-08-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:50:12.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School!!! 3 days left</title><content type='html'>School is starting in 3 days!!!!!! I'm going to be in 6th grade! Next year I will be in Jr. High, which, even though there is a whole school year and summer before that, I am ALREADY nervous. But I am just going to keep my mind of 6th grade for now. Bwahaha. Anyway, here I am going to be blogging about school. I will be doing a school count down, and then I will blog everyday about school for the first week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting our new classmates (if we get any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lockers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at the top! I am in the 6th grade!!!! my last year in elementary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That fresh new feeling at the beginning of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using my nice and new school supply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing fun projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing more basketball at recess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing all of the new changes they made to the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun activities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more on my list, but these are just the main things ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already gotten all of school supplies, so I am ready for all  of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently a local store just opened up, where you give them old clothes, and if they are still in good condition, they give you money in return. I was thinking that since a lot of my clothes are too small and shrunk a bit in the washing machine, that I can bring them there and get money back. Then i can take that money and get new clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned to see my school post for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4747099042196208126?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4747099042196208126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-3-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4747099042196208126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4747099042196208126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-3-days-left.html' title='School!!! 3 days left'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8861701680229853188</id><published>2011-08-13T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:56:20.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;We decided to go to a water park, when we saw on the news that there was going to be scattered thunderstorms and rain. I was really bummed out because of that. As we drove, we decided to go there anyway, and if the weather was warm by the time we got there, we'd stay and swim. However, I had seen 3 weather reports on tv, and checked weather.com, and they all said that there was going to be scattered and big thunder and lightning storms, with rain. We got in the car and started driving. I was almost sure that we wouldn't be able to go because the storms were all supposed to last the whole day. It rained a ton, and you can see the wind and lightning. I thought to myself, "with all of these reports, and all of this lightning and rain, we aren't going to be able to go." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dissapointed, when I came up with the idea to pray. While driving under a big rain cloud, with TONS, and I mean TONS OF RAIN falling heavly on our car, making VERY loud sounds, I said a prayer in my head. I prayed that the storm would calm down and stop, and that it would because sunny and hot enough for us to go to the water park. I prayed for the lightning to stop. I think I prayed about 3 times! Then, blue sky started popping up. Rain, winds, and thunder calmed down, and eventually came to a stop. Before I knew it, it was probably around 85-90 degrees F! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think how amazing it was. All of these reports from many different channels and companies were claiming that there would be storming ALL.DAY.LONG. People were getting out their umbrellas and getting ready. But once I said that last prayer, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, and the lightning stopped. The weather was warmer, and we ended up being able to go to the water park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes, one little prayer can make a difference, whether that difference is a big or little one. He IS listening to our prayers, and he IS answering them, even when it may take a while for him to answer, even if the answer is a no, he knows what's best for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8861701680229853188?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8861701680229853188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-prayer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8861701680229853188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8861701680229853188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-prayer.html' title='One Prayer'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2474107241598941384</id><published>2011-08-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:43:04.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross! Seriously???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way back home from the reunion, we stopped at a water park. (I don't remember the name of it, but it's REALLY cool!) At the end, we stopped to eat at their concession stand. Notice anything odd on the menu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkn13dZPOec/Tkcnh3IXIWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y7_WcXe5pBw/s1600/330.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkn13dZPOec/Tkcnh3IXIWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y7_WcXe5pBw/s400/330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640520520993022306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Let's take a better look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKWXoUWsNW8/Tkcna5qve0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/beYtjLTkZ7c/s1600/331.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKWXoUWsNW8/Tkcna5qve0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/beYtjLTkZ7c/s400/331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640520401415011138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me.... while quantities last? That means that it's a popular item on their menu. And I saw people sitting at the tables with bowls of frozen pickle juice and spoons... eating it plain... Am I just weird, or is this kind of gross???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2474107241598941384?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2474107241598941384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/gross-seriously.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2474107241598941384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2474107241598941384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/gross-seriously.html' title='Gross! Seriously???'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tkn13dZPOec/Tkcnh3IXIWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y7_WcXe5pBw/s72-c/330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2808300514263076486</id><published>2011-08-13T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:32:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uhgb4pSEls/Tkcibca-6gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1KcmTRC0xHU/s1600/rainbow%2Bcloud.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uhgb4pSEls/Tkcibca-6gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1KcmTRC0xHU/s400/rainbow%2Bcloud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640514913186015746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever heard of a rainbow cloud? I did some research online, and apparently they are VERY rare! They are caused by light passing through high altitude, wispy, cirrus clouds. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's more, the hexagonal ice crystals that make up cirrus clouds must be shapped like thick plates with their faces parallel to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_3_0_3_13132847495371774" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_3_0_3_13132847495371774" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;When light enters through a certical side face of such an ice crystal and leaves from the bottom face, it refracts, or bends, in the same way that light passes through a prism. If a cirrus's crystals are aligmed just right, the whole cloud light up in a spectrum of colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why exactly do I bring this up? Well, we have been on a family vacation to Indiana. We were on our way back from Indiana, driving in Wyoming, when we stopped at a Mcdonald's for a bathroom break. We all get back in the car, when I realize a cloud out of the car window, with a bunch of different colors. Since it was "wispy," the top looked like fire, as it was red. At first I thought something was wrong with my contacts, or that my eyes were just adjusting to the light, as I had just woken up. But I realized that it WASN'T just me seeing things. It' was a rainbow cloud. I pointed it out, and my 2 brothers and I are amazed, trying to film and take pictures of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I was REALLY amazed, because they are rare, yet the more we drove, the more we saw! We saw about 4 or 5 of them. Talk about rare, huh? Have you seen one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing this clouds, it made me wonder what the Northern Lights would look like. I mean, the clouds were bright colors and flowy, like the northern lights. I've put it on my to do list to see the Northern Lights in person before I die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2808300514263076486?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2808300514263076486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-cool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2808300514263076486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2808300514263076486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-cool.html' title='SO cool!'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uhgb4pSEls/Tkcibca-6gI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1KcmTRC0xHU/s72-c/rainbow%2Bcloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4555000518851896957</id><published>2011-08-09T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:52:27.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt;, "Izzy," posted on her blog about how excited she is for school to start. I am also VERY excited, that I can do a dance and scream.... of course, that would be a bit embarrassing. But that's just to give you an idea of how excited I am for it. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Izzy shared some of her ideas for why she is excited for school, so here are some of my reasons that I can think of right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lockers, which are metal and yellow. No locks, but still cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No locker buddies! I am glad to be getting my own. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New stuff, such as backpack, supplies, and clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changes. My classmates probably have had lots of changes, like hair. And, our school will have a BUNCH of changes, or so I have heard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also have new jewelry  that I get to wear, like necklaces, earrings, and even a mood ring! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've collected many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;keychains&lt;/span&gt; to put on my backpack. And if you didn't know, I am a person that cakes on lots on chains on my backpacks. I just love personalizing them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've also collected tons of magnets for my lockers. When I heard that they would be metal, I was all like, "Yes! Now I can put my magnets on them!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love that new feeling when you can walk in the hallway knowing that you have just stepped up a new grade, and you get to imagine things that will take place through out the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why I am NOT excited.....:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Struggling with math&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boring projects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing things the last minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suffering from procrastination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing papers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing track of things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying for giant exams and tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipping breakfast when in a hurry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up early, and no sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earlier bed times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no free time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running out of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting for rides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;riding in Funnyman's car (he is strict and mean when it comes to driving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Now for just some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q73Ii9TVjoU/TkHWMYqU3gI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yiAl2Mrp39M/s1600/lockers%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q73Ii9TVjoU/TkHWMYqU3gI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yiAl2Mrp39M/s400/lockers%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639023716711325186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfa4hLz_6hg/TkHVzOOBP6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EACEbS6aTZk/s1600/mood%2Bring.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfa4hLz_6hg/TkHVzOOBP6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EACEbS6aTZk/s400/mood%2Bring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639023284411514786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ3PVcZvnVg/TkHSuclotqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nyK-AFanHLY/s1600/school%2B3" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ3PVcZvnVg/TkHSuclotqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nyK-AFanHLY/s400/school%2B3" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639019903834437282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE_GaTGIqRw/TkHSuOH5_cI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z_iHC_Gi0Yg/s1600/school%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE_GaTGIqRw/TkHSuOH5_cI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z_iHC_Gi0Yg/s400/school%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639019899951644098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4555000518851896957?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4555000518851896957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4555000518851896957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4555000518851896957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q73Ii9TVjoU/TkHWMYqU3gI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yiAl2Mrp39M/s72-c/lockers%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9124630721315161159</id><published>2011-08-02T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:49:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just more struggles in life</title><content type='html'>We all have struggles in life, let's face it. Some are harder than others. Recently I have been going through a bit of struggles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I woke up one morning and had a giant patch of hives and red rash stuff around my chest/throat area. I thought they'd go away if I wouldn't scratch. This morning I woke up, with even more, and the other ones didn't go away. They just got worse. So everytime I wake up, I get more hives, and the other ones won't completely go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been having stomach aches after eating. Today, I had a REALLY bad stomach ache. I didn't eat any candy, spicy foods, or anything! Just some pretzels and cereal! Maybe it was because I was tired....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I could NOT sleep! I woke up about every 30 min. Finally, when I fall asleep, I have to get up and pack stuff for our trip. (we are leaving tomorrow night)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been stressed out, and even over little things. Like, I haven't been able to control my anger, and I have just been getting mad over little things. One second I am all happy, one little thing happens, and I am off to my room  to right in my "anger" journal about how angry I am, hoping to later read it in life and just laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just been having some little struggles, which are making me stress out. Not to mention a sore back from moving around a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bright side of this is that we all learn with struggles, and struggles make us stronger. For example, I hate math SO much, that in a strange way, I kind of like it because it's challenging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my school year turns out okay. I mean, this is my last year in elementary, being in the oldest age group, and then once I go to Jr. High, I am back to being in the youngest age group. I know that I am going to hit some bumps in the road along the way, but I know that things will all turn out okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's just hope that my back stops hurting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9124630721315161159?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9124630721315161159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-more-struggles-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9124630721315161159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9124630721315161159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-more-struggles-in-life.html' title='Just more struggles in life'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-171964307335764962</id><published>2011-08-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:02:31.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am doing right now.</title><content type='html'>My family and I are leaving in about 2 days to drive all the way up to Indiana, so right now I am just packing things. There isn't really much to say. Our grandparents (who are awesome and who are also going to Indiana) are stopping by our house tomorrow. So, that will be good to see them. Then, when we get to Indiana, we will see them again, along with our other relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I thought I'd just update y'all. I better go now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-171964307335764962?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/171964307335764962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-am-doing-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/171964307335764962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/171964307335764962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-am-doing-right-now.html' title='What I am doing right now.'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4881025115922808420</id><published>2011-07-31T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:40:51.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>I've enjoyed my summer so far. Even though it's just basically sitting in my room, throwing a ball at my wall until I find something to do. Or sitting on my bed, playing with a beach ball. Or lying down on my bed and trying to find pictures in the ceiling. It's been nice relaxing, not having to worry about a giant test that I forgot to study for, or finishing a book report the last minute. With out having to worry about math. I get sad, thinking that this stuff will soon come to a stop, when I WILL have to worry about a giant test, and I WILL have to worry about huge reports, and I definitely WILL have to worry about math! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But so far, I haven't been able to enjoy the relaxization. (WOH! I can't believe that relaxization isn't a real word!) Why haven't I been able to enjoy it? Because we've been cleaning, packing, and getting ready for our 10 day vacay to Indiana. How do I manage to get through it all? I think in my head, "it's bad now, but it will all pay off once you get to Indiana for the Family Reunion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far we've cleaned, I've baked snacks for the road, and we've ran errands to get stuff for the trip. I just can't wait 'til we arrive to Indiana, so I can see the scenery, and most of all, see all of my relatives and spend time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I will try to blog when we are in the hotel and cabin and stuff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is your summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4881025115922808420?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4881025115922808420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4881025115922808420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4881025115922808420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5021934074794042758</id><published>2011-07-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:24:05.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day</title><content type='html'>For pioneer day weekend, our family drove up to Spanish Fork to meet one of our cousins, Zac, and our Aunt, Puphigirl, as a festival. We found their stand and ate some of their yummy pulled pork sandwiches. (I always love eating their pulled pork! It's SO good.) We walked over to hear the entertainment, which was some guy and his band. They were REALLY good and the singer reminded me of Jason Mraz, one of my favorite music artists. When they left, we headed back to the stand, and just talked a bit. Then out family left to head over to the rodeo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the rodeo, the weather wasn't too bad. We handed the guy our tickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is your first rodeo!? Well then, git ready to git addicted!" We laughed at that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a bit chilly, but nothing bad. However, that changed. Gray clouds moved in, and the wind geared up. I think I was probably the coldest one in the family, as I had the shortest pants/shorts, and was the only one that didn't bring a hoodie. (or had a long sleeved shirt) I guess I didn't mind the weather too much. I continued to pay attention to the rodeo. This couple behind us had brought their two young kids with them. One was a boy, who kept on screaming, and kicking me in the back. I scooted forward on the bench to see if he would even be able to reach me with his feet. Yep, he was. He continued to kick me. I wanted to just turn around in my bench, and yell, "STOP KICKING ME, OR GET LOST!" But I just sat there quietly, trying to enjoy the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok," I thought to myself. "So, some minor kicks. They don't hurt much. After all, they are by a little todder. What could go wrong?" But then that little kid continued to kick me even harder. I was ready to pull my hair out. But guess what. I didn't have to pull my hair out. You know why? Because their daughter started to do that for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their little girl started to pull on my hair. She played with it, and twisted it up. She made weird little tangles in it and made a bunch of knots in it. The rain then started to pour down. I told myself to stay under control, that this was a day to have fun with your family. Plus, it was my first rodeo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, because of the rain, the family behind us opened up their umbrella. Why was that bad for my mom and I? Since only us two were infront of them, ALL of the water from their umbrella, fell on us. We got SOAKED just from their umbrella! Then, at one point they closed their umbrella and shook it off. Bad choice... Al lof the water splattered ALL.OVER.US. My mom and I were soaked from head to toe. I was VERY cold, from the wind and water. Yet, we decided to stay for 15 more minutes. After 15 min, we got back on the road and headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got home, we all got dressed in our dry PJ's and drank some yummy and soothing hot cocoa from the stove, along with some crispy buttered toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5021934074794042758?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5021934074794042758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/pioneer-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5021934074794042758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5021934074794042758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/pioneer-day.html' title='Pioneer Day'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1644539107274697280</id><published>2011-07-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:05:09.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song...</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this song. It's by Shane Harper. The lyrics are below.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/35Owh1ROqGI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Woahhh ohh, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep chasing you around&lt;br /&gt;all of this running just bringing me down&lt;br /&gt;its got me down&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;I hope you hear them too&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you here them too&lt;br /&gt;got me feeling hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;and girl it makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Heeyyyy Yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;and I'd sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;baby for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd fly to the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'd paint your gray skies a beautiful blue&lt;br /&gt;just to get one step closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate there's no better time than now baby&lt;br /&gt;the sky is falling down&lt;br /&gt;well baby are you down, down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wait forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;just to have you look my way (just look my way)&lt;br /&gt;look my way yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in every little thing I do&lt;br /&gt;'cause baby I do it all for you&lt;br /&gt;Heeyyy yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;and I'd sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;baby for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd fly to the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'd paint your gray skies a beautiful blue&lt;br /&gt;just to get one step closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a million love songs&lt;br /&gt;just to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;baby for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd fight superman&lt;br /&gt;just to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I have to get one step closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now your in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I knew it from the start&lt;br /&gt;That I'd never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;If this ain't love then nothing else is&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'd sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;for you I'd do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd plan a picnic on the moon&lt;br /&gt;just for me and you (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a million love songs&lt;br /&gt;just to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;baby for you I'd do everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'd fight superman&lt;br /&gt;just to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;have to get one step closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1644539107274697280?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1644539107274697280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1644539107274697280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1644539107274697280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/35Owh1ROqGI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7413197943776235283</id><published>2011-07-21T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:07:58.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've always disliked my hair. It's not the same "texture" as most peoples are. Probably just because of my "background," since my dad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. I like the color though, don't get me wrong. It's interesting though, because once a kid from school said that I should get some dark red highlights in my hair. My mom said that when I get older, that I can get, "treatments" with my hair. I hate how I have little tiny hairs on my head that don't seem to grow. They've been there for a couple years now. I also have this big cowlick that I don't like. I'll show you what I mean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXdgfuMZDbs/TiiSWnaf-VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZB_SRqbr4LI/s1600/Image24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXdgfuMZDbs/TiiSWnaf-VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZB_SRqbr4LI/s400/Image24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631912251261712722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's usually way bigger than that, but that's the best pic of it that I could get.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this girl named Christina Grimmie. I LOVE her hair. She teases it and straightens the bottom, but she got her hair done a certain way at a hair salon place so that it can just stay like that and she doesn't have to do it every day. Here are some pics of her and her awesome hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHdkkSh6AKQ/TiiQtrL20BI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TckhZkfcPfc/s400/christina%2Bgrimmie%2Bhair%2B3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631910448387772434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXmmeSjyyBw/TiiQtb1WEII/AAAAAAAAAWo/VFHkQ0Bbo_8/s400/christina%2Bgrimmie%2Bhair%2B2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631910444266819714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wajUgA8bWfY/TiiQtYFcNnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9AE5KzP0sFk/s400/christina%2Bgrimmie%2Bhair%2B1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631910443260589682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7413197943776235283?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7413197943776235283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-hair.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7413197943776235283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7413197943776235283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-hair.html' title='My hair'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXdgfuMZDbs/TiiSWnaf-VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ZB_SRqbr4LI/s72-c/Image24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-506921843219931741</id><published>2011-07-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:49:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why assume that I did something mean?</title><content type='html'>I am currently on my laptop writing this post, eating chocolate covered strawberries that I made. Well, while I am on my laptop, my mom is in the kitchen here making pies. She asks me to turn the dryer on again, as the clothes are most likely wet, still. So I head down the stairs to turn on the dryer. As I head down the stairs, still chewing on a strawberry, I realize there is a leaf from the strawberry in my mouth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ew," I say out loud to myself. I was referring to the strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little duckling gets mad at me for being downstairs, and wonders why I am downstairs in the first place. I simply say, "I am allowed to come down here if I want. What I am doing has nothing to do you," and I keep on walking until I enter the laundry room. Now, I wasn't meaning to be rude to him when he asked me, but first off, he was being a bit nosy.  Secondly, he didn't ask me really, he kind of demanded me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get back up stairs I told my mom what had happened. She called LittleDuckling upstairs and told him to not bug me every time I come downstairs. He said that ''EVERYTIME'' I come downstairs, I look at him and say ew, as if mocking him. I tried to explain that I only did that once, and that wasn't because of him, that it was because I had a strawberry leaf in my mouth, but he wouldn't listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, 5 min. before that happened, I went downstairs to look for my phone, because I couldn't find it up stairs. Well, I go into LittleDucklings room a lot, and he never even cares. So I instantly thought, "Well, he never cares when I go in there, so I don't think he'll care this time. I've done it so many times." So I checked in his room, and he yells at me to get out. I look under the the couches and furniture down there. "Prettyprettyprincess, get out!  You don't always have to looks for the cats!!! Get out," the two boys yelled at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; First of all, who said I was looking for any of the cats? Second of all, after I told them that I wasn't looking for the cats, they said I was lying and that I WAS looking for the cats. Thirdly, even if I **WAS** looking for the cat/s, why was it such a big deal? And 4th of all, why did it matter to them what I was doing and looking for down there? It's not like they OWN the family room downstairs! Hence the word FAMILY room! It's not like I don't let them upstairs! They can come upstairs just as I can go downstairs, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I wasn't even starting a fight with them. I was just silent as I was looking for my phone. It bugs me. JUST because there rooms are downstairs, I'm not allowed there because I "bug" my brothers, even when I don't do anything. Yet, MY room is &lt;b&gt;upstairs&lt;/b&gt;, and it's perfectly fine if they come upstairs.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's YOUR opinion on all of this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-506921843219931741?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/506921843219931741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-assume-that-i-did-something-mean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/506921843219931741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/506921843219931741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-assume-that-i-did-something-mean.html' title='Why assume that I did something mean?'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4701836662844152686</id><published>2011-07-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T19:16:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery carrying</title><content type='html'>I think I'e gotten pretty good at carrying groceries. I have already done is twice this week. (majority of the stuff were heavy cans, jars, and heavy bags, like flour)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I had to carry a lot of groceries and stuff is because recently our fridge broke down. Oh, and thank you to those who have helped us get through that situation. We really appreciate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly, i think carrying laundry and groceries have made me stronger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4701836662844152686?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4701836662844152686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/grocery-carrying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4701836662844152686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4701836662844152686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/grocery-carrying.html' title='Grocery carrying'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-984180257223545182</id><published>2011-07-17T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:31:18.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you ever feel like disappearing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am sure all of you have had a bad day before. Maybe at home. Maybe at work. Maybe at school. Having a cruddy day can take place anywhere, anytime, for many different reasons. Lately I've had LOTS of bad days. Yet I kept on trying to hide the sadness, and keep a smile on the outside. But I feel like there is a bucket inside of me. And everytime something happens to me that makes me feel cruddy, it's like water adds onto the bucket. The more water, the heavier the weight becomes. But sometimes, that bucket becomes full. And that bucket gets hard to carry around everywhere. I like to appear strong to others, and not drop the bucket, even when it is difficult. But sometimes, it's too hard. I often have to stop, take a deep breath, and empty some water out of the bucket. Aka, I need to let out the tears. But sometimes, that bucket just over flows, and the tears just spill out, and they don't stop, until the bucket is empty. Once the bucket is empty, I feel relieved, and I can move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or sometimes, I feel like I am trying to build a sandcastle. But when I am sad, it's like a wave came by and washed it away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you get the point now, right? Sometimes I want to run away. Not nessacarily from home, work, or school, but from the sadness. From just everything. I wish I had a secret room, where it was empty. So whenever I get sad, or begin to have a melt down, I can just escape and run to that room. This way I can think to myself until I feel better. I wish I had a panic room. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you've felt this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-984180257223545182?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/984180257223545182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-its-illegal-for-me-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/984180257223545182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/984180257223545182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-guess-its-illegal-for-me-now.html' title='do you ever feel like disappearing?'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-6986437639381100739</id><published>2011-07-12T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:04:15.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I haven't exactly been bored, as I have computer, Netflix, and friends to be with, but I just haven't been doing anything "extreme" lately, if you know what I mean. For an example, Funnyman's summer sounds pretty interesting, aside from school and all. But I mean, fireworks, concerts, swimming, filming, dancing, night games, hacky sack at the park, you know, all that stuff. What am I stuck doing? Computer... computer.... computer.. eating.... computer.... friends house.... computer... eating..... computer.... getting pictures taken..... computer.... icecream sandwich, computer... rented movie... computer....... walmart..... computer.... You know the drill. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sure, the computer and friends and all are entertaining and fun, but nothing really "interesting" and stuff. I want to be able to come to school this year and say, "my summer was AWESOME! I got to do this, and that, and this too, oh and I can't forget that, ooh and I got to do that, and it was awesome, but then I also got to do that..." But I figure that if I don't find anything cool to do this summer, I will end up saying to all of my friends, "Oh, my summer was okay... You know, I did that and that, but other than that it was okay...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to have a good summer just to tell my friends, I am just saying, I want others to know how extreme my summer was! But if it's not extreme, well, what's the point in telling everybody else? Here's what I will end up hearing from kids in my class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Lagoon every week because we had season passes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family went up to Hawaii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to Idaho (or Wyoming)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and I got to go to Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went to France (yep, I wouldn't be surprised with that one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to babysit and earned 170 $&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went Bungee Jumping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to science camp, and it was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these really fun dance lessons, and we performed in front of a bunch of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our football team won 5 games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to go swimming at the (Local) rec. center every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bla bla bla bla bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I got to... use the computer.... Everyday...... Yep.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, some pretty cool things in my summer have already taken place/will happen: Space camp, camping for the 4th of July, Jet skiing on our camping trip, go to Indiana for a family reunion, yard sale, going to friends houses, playing basketball, crafts, and shopping. But see, these things are all spread apart. I don't have something cool to do every week, or everyday, like FunnyMan does. Oh, you ask what LittleDuckling has been doing? Camping, computer, computer, computer, camping, computer, computer, computer, computer, computer, camping, etc. Honestly, I have to say, that kid is ADDICTED to online gaming and stuff. He plays Runescape, Minesweeper, Minesweeper, Runescape, and some other ones that I don't know the names of. I just use the computer because I have nothing better to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any ideas of what I can do? I WANT to do babysitting, but nothing has been done about it. My mom says I can, but I haven't told anybody about it, I haven't set out fliers, I still haven't gotten my friend to do it with me, NOTHING. So I doubt I'll be able to babysit. My cousin, GreenGirl (she loves the color green) is coming here from South Carolina next month, if plans go as well... planned. It's not like I'm 16, so I can't drive where ever I want, I really LOVE shopping, but it's not like I have money to go on a spree, and I just plain have nothing to do except computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I didn't expect this blog post to be this long... Well, I better shut up now, huh? Hehe, BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have ANY ideas on what I can do for summer, or if you would like to share your summer, feel free to comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-6986437639381100739?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/6986437639381100739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-summer-so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6986437639381100739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6986437639381100739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-summer-so-far.html' title='My Summer so far...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1585047893658856239</id><published>2011-07-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:35:11.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps</title><content type='html'>I have this bump on the edge of my top eyelid (under the eyelashes) of my left eye. This is called a stye. It's an infection, kind of like a blister. The good thing is, it is a REALLY small one, but it does hurt a bit when I blink. It just feels like I have a tiny bruise. The thing I don't like too much about it is that I can't wear my contacts. I did some research on it all. I have actually had this a couple of times in the past 6 years. This is I think maybe the 3rd time having it. But if I wear my contacts, the infection will escape to my contact, and spread through out my eye. So I guess I am stuck with glasses for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 13 bumps on my body. Mosquito bites. I have one on my face in particular that is bugging me the most. I don't even think it's a mosquito bite, but my mom said she had a couple (from 4th of July camping) bites like it. See, the one on my face feels like a pimple. I have NEVER itched it, as it had never even itched before. Like I said, it just feels like a zit, though I don't think it is one. With the other bites, when I first got them I put toothpaste on them. The toothpaste is supposed to harden, and once it does, the mosquito bites don't itch! But now I just put lotion on them as they aren't that bad any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hives. Hives are kind of bad. They are tiny bumps that are REALLY itchy. About as itchy as mosquito bites, only they don't last as long. I get hives when I get in the grass. I also get hives when I use certain shampoos, conditioners, soaps, and lotions that are scented and harsh on my skin. And this probably sounds ridiculous, but I get hives when I sweat. So, now that it's summer time, I get sweatier. Which means more hives for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired of all of these annoying bumps on my body! I wish they'd all go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1585047893658856239?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1585047893658856239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/bumps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1585047893658856239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1585047893658856239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/bumps.html' title='Bumps'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1946855031069850733</id><published>2011-07-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:34:10.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First of all, what exactly &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a hero? And no, I do not mean a super hero like spider man or anything. (But I have to say, Batman is pretty awesome.) Let's take a look at what Dictionary.com has to say about this one...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;A person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my definition of a hero:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person who has saved others, or taught them important things. A person who has &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;inspired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; others or has done a good deed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'd say these definitions have summed up what a hero is. Now, probably everybody in the world has at least one hero. I have quite a few. Here are my main heroes that I will be sharing with you today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/b&gt;  and &lt;b&gt;Rosa Parks&lt;/b&gt;-  &lt;i&gt;Martin Luther King Jr. and Rosa Parks have taught me that even when you are different from others, you should still be equally treated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Michael has inspired me through out my life and has taught me many things. He taught me to not look down, even when others are spreading negative thoughts and rumors about you. He taught me that it doesn't matter if your black or white. He taught me that we need to look at ourselves in the mirror and see what we need to change. He taught me that anything is possible. He taught me that we should all heal the world for our children, so they can create the next generation of human life, and generations will keep up building. He taught me that world peace is the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;He proved that disabilities don't stop you from being brilliant. Same as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Hellen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; inspired me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amelia Earhart&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;She has inspired and taught me that even females CAN accomplish things, even when males think we can't. She taught me that females have the right to do certain things, and that us females can be just as good as males can. She also taught me to never give up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Willow Smith&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Willow has inspired me that even kids can accomplish the great. To just be individual and be yourself. That we should just "Whip our Hair" sometimes, and that being ourselves is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christina &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grimmie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Christina inspires me to sing. She has taught me to keep on following your dreams, even when you start off small, and eventually it will pay off and things will get bigger. She showed me this by posting videos of herself singing. She eventually paved her way through, and she did an opening for Selena Gomez a couple of times. More and more, she got bigger and more known. Know she is having her own albums, writing her own songs, holding her own concerts and tours, AND still continues to post things on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Youtube&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Go ahead and check out her videos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;He has inspired me to look at my life at a different perspective every now and then, and to just laugh at myself. He has taught me and inspired me to "Smile, even thought your heart is breaking," and "to smile, though your heart is aching." Charlie has showed me how to have a good laugh every once in a while, even when nothing is that funny. Laughter is the way to happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friends&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Now, my friends inspire me to be crazy. They show me that being myself is what makes me get up every morning and smile. They show that people DO like me, that all of the other gossipers in my school are just trying to put me down, that I shouldn't care what they say or think. They are the ones that inspire me to try new things, too. They show that in life, sometimes it's just good to take a little break from the stress and hard work, and to just have fun. Even if it's only for 5 seconds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My earthly parents, Mom and Dad&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;My parents encourage me to try new things. They help me get up after I fall down. They tell me that things will be okay, and comfort me when I am scared. My parents protect me, and love me. They care for me, as I do for them. They have taught me MANY things that I often refer to. They are proud of me, even when I may make a mistake. They cheer me on, even when they are the only people in the crowd. They notice the little accomplishments I do, and tell me that I did great. They cheer me up when I am down. They let me know that it's okay to cry. They understand me, even in the most awkward and confusing events. They know me like others don't. They guide me in this world, and set paths for me to take. I appreciate the little things they do, even when it doesn't seem like it. I love it when I get to sing with my mom, and when we can just have some girl time alone together. I love it when my dad and I play basketball, and that sometimes we can just enjoy mother nature out side. My parents inspire and teach me through out my life, and I know they will continue to, as long as they can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My brother, Jesus Christ&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;He's my savior. He is the one who died for everybody else and me. He gave up many things for us, and made sacrifices, such as dying for us. He has taught me many &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lifely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; things, that I read in the scriptures, learn in church, and in many other places. He watches over me, and cares for me, like most brothers do. He loves me, even when I make big mistakes. He has taught me to be more like him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gift of The Holy Ghost&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;I received this gift when I was baptized at age 8. I love this gift, and is one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given. This gift is the thing that lets me know when I am doing wrong, helps me when I need it, watches over me, tells me things I need to know, leads me, comforts me when I am scared, gives me that warm feeling, and gives me little reminders when I need them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Heavenly Mother&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Though I do not know much of her, I know that she exists, and cares for me as much as my Heavenly Father and earthly parents do. I hope to meet her and live with her in heaven some day. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Heavenly Father&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"He has sent me here. He has given me an earthly home, with parents kind and dear. He leads me, guides me, walks beside me. He helps me find the way. He teaches me all that I must do to live with him some day." He hears and answers my prayers. He gave me this body, my family, my friends, my home, my food, my shelter, this world, this universe, my blessings, and this life that I love. He is my father in heaven, who has given me and education that grows and grows at church, school, and home, so I can go back in heaven and live with him again some day. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are my main heroes, and reasons why they are. Who are some of your main heroes, and why? I hope that I get lots of comments on this post, so I can see who your heroes are. And even better, you can write about YOUR heroes on your own blog and send me the link to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-1946855031069850733?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1946855031069850733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-heroes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1946855031069850733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1946855031069850733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-heroes.html' title='My Heroes'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-159845379437495009</id><published>2011-07-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:14:58.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Camping trip</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been blogging lately because we (my mom, my friend, Funnyman, Funnyman's friend and I) went on a camping trip over the 4th of July weekend. It was VERY fun! Actually, the best camping trip I've been on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: My mom, friend and I pack everything in the car and set off on the road. On the way there, things were going smoothly, until this one part. In front of us these cars were all swirving and moving around. My mom didn't know why. Suddenly a tire (lost by a semi-truck) hit the bottom front of our car. However, we managed to make it to the campsite there with only minor damage. My mom is going to check with a car mechanic on it to see if the repair will be easy. (Thank-fully we have an actual descent mechanic just across the street! Yay!) Once we arrived, we went through the pain of setting up the tent. Once that was done and moved out of the way, we quickly ate dinner (yummy steak) and headed out to the bay at the campsite to go swimming. There I collected some seashells and rocks. The seashells are all really small, and are the same type, but still pretty cool. I will soon post some pictures from the trip on here.  Then we headed back, took showers, roasted marshmallows, and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: Day 2 I think was a Sunday, but I don't remember. We woke up to eat some delicious powdered donuts, strawberries, and juice. Then we got in the car and went to walmart to get some stuff for the fire and all. Afterwards, we ate macaroni, lunch meat sandwiches, grapes, and soda. That's when Funnyman and his friend got here. (they didn't drive with us, they came a day later) We all got our swimsuits on and headed to the bay. When we were at the bay, my friend and I were washing the sand off of our flip flops, when this lady came up to wash out some sunscreen that she accidentally got in her eye. My friend greeted her, and the lady started to talk to us. She invited us to go on a jet ski they had. We went to ask my awesome mother, which said yes, as long as Funnyman and his friend came along with us. So we headed. We also went on a tube that was connected to the back of their boat. It was VERY fun, as we had sharp turns big waves, big jumps in the air, and fell off of the jet ski (Funnyman's friend and I) 3 times, but afterwards I couldn't feel my back, fingers, neck, and I STILL have sore arms. We got back, had some VERY excellent s'mores and roasted starburst, took showers, and once again, headed to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: Day 3, which was a Monday, started off with breakfast. We had more mini powdered donuts, SUGARED strawberries, grapes, and juice. SO yummy! Then I believe we went swimming at the bay again. This time my friend and I collected seashells, rocks, and made sandcastles. That then lead up to going to Sonic to eat lunch. The boys had to leave as FunnyMan had summer school the next day, so us girls said goodbye, and we headed back up to shower. Us girls decided to go look at the local festival for some cotton candy and games, but we arrived and were disappointed. There were no games, swimming which had to be paid for, a little league baseball game, and all there was to eat there were hotdogs, chips, and watermelon! No shaved ice, no slushies, no cotton candy, no caramel corn, no popcorn, no licorice, no icecream, no pie, nothing! So we looked around a big at this bird wild life refuge, and headed over to Wal-mart to buy dry ice and snacks. We played some games like "Quirkle" and "Bob," when we got back, and started the fire when the temperature was cooler. We ate dinner, sat by the fire, roasted marshmallows, got eaten alive by mosquitos, and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: Last day of the trip wasn't the best. We woke up and took down the tent. Now, doesn't sound too bad, right? Well, it was. It was hot, I was tired, and well, I can get pretty grumpy in mornings. But when we packed up and took the tent down after all of that stress and work, we were able to eat breakfast at Wendys. We got home after the drive, and were able to take deep breaths. "Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale. Inh - &lt;i&gt;Wait, what's that smell&lt;/i&gt;? Our fridge broke down, and while we were gone, all of the fresh produce, dairy, and other foods had rotted... All that food... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from me getting 12 mosquito bites, part of the car breaking, one of the poles from our tent breaking, a hole in my blanket appeared, (which my beautiful mother had made me) accidentally falling asleep with a box of goldfish that spilled and left crumbs everywhere, sore arms, broken fridge, and grass, it was honestly the best camping trip I've ever been on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the campsite itself rocked. It already had a bathroom, tables, fire pits, swimming, showers, and a beautiful view of the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-159845379437495009?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/159845379437495009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-camping-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/159845379437495009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/159845379437495009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-camping-trip.html' title='Fun Camping trip'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8188477156314047693</id><published>2011-06-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:04:55.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer...</title><content type='html'>Usually I end up complaining to my mom, "Mom, I'm Boooooored...." but so far it hasn't been really happening. I've been kind of busy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room got a little out of control, and got messy. But I cleaned it up, which gave me something to do. It is almost always organized and clean, but because of summer break, I have been feeling dead and I didn't have the  motivation to clean. But it got done, and I am glad about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am bored, I go onto Youtube. I either watch Christina Grimmie, The Shaytards, and if I am EXTREMELY bored, like desparately bored, I watch random Howcast videos... But that's only when I am REALLY bored. haha. I also go onto my email and blog and stuff. I USED to go onto Club Penguin, but they made a bunch of changes to the game, and now it's pretty boring. I don't play it anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like looking around my room and tinkering with things until I think of a craft, or until I find an activity to do. I like to grab random items and tinker around, eventually leading up to something cool and creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to write poetry. Poetry is just my thing. I will have to start posting more poetry on this blog! I usually have to be upside down, really tired, or concentrating REALLY hard in order to write good poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guys, it's pretty late, so I better get going. Later I will blog and tell you more about my summer, but right now I better go. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8188477156314047693?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8188477156314047693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8188477156314047693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8188477156314047693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3210787289855940364</id><published>2011-06-30T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:48:00.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>For the 4th of July my mom and I are going camping. I might take some friends along since my brothers are not going. (Although FunnyMan said he just might go, if his Glitch Mob concert isn't too long) FunnyMan is going to a concert the day we are leaving, so he might not go. LittleDuckling has been camping quite a bit lately because of scouts and all. He just got back from another camping trip, so he kind of wants to take a break away from camping and all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is at a beach here in Utah (I think it's called Willard Bay or something like that...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been there before with my mom, but we weren't there for long. They might do some firework there, but I am just glad I don't have to go in the grass this year and get hives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of hives, recently I have been breaking out in hives randomly. I get hives when I am sweaty, but I haven't been that sweaty lately, and plus, I got a new deodorant that doesn't make me itchy, unlike my old one. But on my face, between my fingers, behind my ears, on my stomach, and in the most annoying places! Especially my back, which is hard to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back on subject here, I won't be able to blog really while we are gone, so yeah! Thanks bloggers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3210787289855940364?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3210787289855940364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3210787289855940364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3210787289855940364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8015923837536603810</id><published>2011-06-30T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:52:28.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, I got my contacts! It took me about 50 min. just to get the right contact in, and about just 5 min. to get my left one in. I don't know why it took me so long. It all made sense and everything, but I kept on blinking when it touched my eye. Not I can get them in (snap) just like that! They are SO easy to put in! I am so glad I have contacts now, but I am just trying to get rid of the tan line I have from my glasses. Maybe sometime when I am on my laptop I can use my webcam to take a pic. or use my phone for better quality, this way you all can see what I look like with contacts on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACE, LOVE, goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-PPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8015923837536603810?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8015923837536603810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/contacts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8015923837536603810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8015923837536603810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/contacts.html' title='Contacts'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2421575855124123072</id><published>2011-06-18T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:31:13.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an empty day...</title><content type='html'>Today I got onto the computer, discovering no new emails. "Oh well, maybe it's just too early, maybe I'll get some emails later. Who knows, right?" So I get onto blogger. No comments, no new posts, nothing. Hmmm, maybe somebody is typing of their blog entry right now, and they haven't published it onto blogger yet. I'll just wait for later. Every couple hours I check, nothing new came up. I get on around 11 PM (I know, late, huh!) and check my email. Still nothing new. Quite weird, as usually I get around ATLEAST 3 emails a day, 13 at the most. I know, nothing compared to those who get like, 30 emails a day, right?!?! So I get on blogger. Hmmm, no new comments still. Well, maybe, just maybe, somebody atleast posted something on their blog. NOPE! Nothing. I guess people have just been busy lately, while I am the opposite. Trying to get myself busy, trying to find something to keep me entertained, trying to get a new project on start, trying and trying trying trying to just find something, ANYTHING to do! Wow, what an EMPTY online socialization day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2421575855124123072?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2421575855124123072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-empty-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2421575855124123072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2421575855124123072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-empty-day.html' title='What an empty day...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-6540518808651258932</id><published>2011-06-17T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:49:54.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trick to losing "Belly fat"</title><content type='html'>OK, now first off, I am sorry for not blogging in a while. I was all in a good mood, felt great, my room was all tight and neat, and I just felt clean and fresh. But then I started getting headaches. Just little minor ones. But then earlier I went to my friend's house for a sleepover. We were eating (My friend, her sister and I) and I started to feel dizzy, stomach was aching, horrible migraine, and all of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gucky&lt;/span&gt; stuff. I threw up, and the sleepover was well... over. So this is my excuse this time, but I will try to to blog more  often and not make up excuses for such a crime, promise.&lt;div&gt;------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, now, if you read the title, which I assume you did, it says, "The trick to losing 'Belly fat.' No, I am not trying to lose, "Belly fat," but I was watching this one show on discovery channel (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;) and this doctor was sharing tricks about losing "Belly fat," also known as "Toxic Fat." I didn't finish the show, as I shortly changed it to All Grown Up, but later when I was thinking a bit, I decided to do some research on the whole toxic fat thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, what &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; toxic fat? See, when you eat food that's hard for you body to digest, such as corn, it kind of sits there in your stomach. This is what creates the belly fat, aka, toxic fat. See, people exercise and they order stuff from companies and they buy medications and all so they could lose the toxic fat. But sometimes, this type of stuff may make you lose some weight, but you can't actually &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; the progress. You feel like nothing has changed. Maybe this stuff doesn't even help you lose weight, and it's just really hurting your health. Well, for those of you who don't know, your body is &lt;i&gt;approximately&lt;/i&gt; made up of 75% water. So, it's a wise choice to be consuming water, right? This is why you are probably often told that you should drink water every day. But not only drinking water can help you lose that fat, but eating water-based foods. Such as fruit. Fruit tends to have LOTS of water in it, such as strawberries, blue berries, bananas, watermelon, pine apple, etc. That's what gives it that juicy stage. These fruits are also easier to digest, and burn away the fat. Now, I'm not saying that you shouldn't exercise. Exercising DOES help you burn off and lose weight! But this is a trick that not many people know. Now, most of you have probably been told by one of your parents when you were younger, still are told, tell your own kids, or have heard this from public: Eat lots of fruits and vegetables everyday. Now, when you hear that, they  are not just saying this because they want to bug you about eating healthy, but because it REALLY does help! So don't just roll your eyes when you hear this. Because, "Eat lots of fruits and vegetables everyday," is a smart phrase, and a TRUE one, too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not saying that you should not eat corn, but it is a food that is hard for your body to digest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO REMEMBER: EAT LOTS OF WATER BASED FOODS, SUCH AS FRUITS, AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER EVERY DAY (but not too much) FOLLOW THE FOOD PYRAMID, EXERCISE, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YADA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YADA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YADA&lt;/span&gt;, AND BE HEALTHY! THIS &lt;i&gt;IS &lt;/i&gt;THE TRICK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-6540518808651258932?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/6540518808651258932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/trick-to-losing-belly-fat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6540518808651258932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6540518808651258932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/trick-to-losing-belly-fat.html' title='The trick to losing &quot;Belly fat&quot;'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-989688113490065880</id><published>2011-06-11T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:42:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Camp</title><content type='html'>Space Camp. Yes, I went to a 3 day and 2 night Space Camp. I have 4 words for you: IT. WAS. TOTALLY. AWESOME.!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;If I could ever go there again, I would FOR SURE go again! It was SO fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrive in late afternoon, around 7 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go in a simulator for about 2-3 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up around 7 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get dressedEat (YUMMY) breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play outside for 10 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go in a simulator for 5 hours. (interrupted for lunch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dome/planetarium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mystery" stuff. (fingerprints, figuring out what types of blood people have w/ blood samples, etc. etc. etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play outside for 10 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(YUMMY) Dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming at a recreation center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get in PJ's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat snacks w/pillows and sleeping bags while watching an episode of Star Trek (and one episode of Star Wars the Clone wars, which is animated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brush teeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up around 7 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get dressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast, and as always, it was yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play outside for 10 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simulator for about 3 hours. (Interrupted by lunch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting (explaining some stuff, getting our free t-shirts, surveys, etc.etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notes about the camp:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls slept in one room, boys in the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls got air matresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 girls and 35 boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a gift shop at the end, and parents could tour the simulators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The simulators are SO COOL! (For example, each person had their own job on the ship -engineer, captain, admiral, flight control, operator, tactics, communications, etc. etc.- oh, and they had cool effects- for example, when you hit a meteor or crashed the air craft, their would be red lights, sirens, bells, the ground would shake as well as the whole ship, and "smoke" would be released from a fog machine.- teenagers volunteered to be actors on the ship, like acting to be aliens, or other creatures, maybe a doctor, etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had 5 different simulators- Phoenix, magellan, voyager, odyssey, and galileo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their website is: &lt;a href="http://www.spacecamputah.org/"&gt;http://www.spacecamputah.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, they have one day camps, week long camps, two day and one night camps, etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-989688113490065880?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/989688113490065880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/space-camp.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/989688113490065880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/989688113490065880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/space-camp.html' title='Space Camp'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9076753446666559377</id><published>2011-06-03T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T15:47:00.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IT'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Too bad I can't exactly express how excited I am for school to be out on the computer! haha. HAVE A GOOD SUMMER, EVERYBODY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9076753446666559377?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9076753446666559377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/schools-out-finallyits-out-too-bad-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9076753446666559377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9076753446666559377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/schools-out-finallyits-out-too-bad-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-130299914224541541</id><published>2011-06-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:45:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 MORE DAY UNTIL SCHOOL IS OUT!!!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-130299914224541541?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/130299914224541541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-more-day-until-school-is-out-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/130299914224541541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/130299914224541541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-more-day-until-school-is-out-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-126390913644228689</id><published>2011-06-01T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:44:00.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 MORE DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! COME ON, JUST 2!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-126390913644228689?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/126390913644228689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-more-days-until-school-is-out-come-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/126390913644228689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/126390913644228689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-more-days-until-school-is-out-come-on.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7493898295403938657</id><published>2011-05-31T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:44:00.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 MORE DAYS!!!!! HURRY UP SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7493898295403938657?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7493898295403938657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-more-days-hurry-up-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7493898295403938657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7493898295403938657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-more-days-hurry-up-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7425396558826498357</id><published>2011-05-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:43:00.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! 4 MORE DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL'S OUT! watch out summer break, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7425396558826498357?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7425396558826498357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-4-more-days-until-schools-out-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7425396558826498357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7425396558826498357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-4-more-days-until-schools-out-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-6912465382653294876</id><published>2011-05-29T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:47:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 5 more days until school's out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-6912465382653294876?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/6912465382653294876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-are-5-more-days-until-schools-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6912465382653294876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6912465382653294876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-are-5-more-days-until-schools-out.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-6567281954838633048</id><published>2011-05-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:40:49.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevada; our third day here</title><content type='html'>Today started off by waking up at around 9:30 to eat some VERY good bacon and french toast (I prefer mine to have coconut syrup drizzled on it with some powdered sugar, and maybe some fruit on it) Then we all did what we needed to do - brush our teeth, get our church clothes on, brush our hair, etc.etc. We headed off to church and learned a lot of things from our teachers and stuff. I learned some interesting things. When we got home, we ate some filly cheese steak sandwiches, peaches, and beans.  Dessert was icecream, but I was too full to eat some. I think I might've stuffed myself with a bit of too much food, because I had to go and lie down for a couple of minutes due to a stomach ache. But then I felt better. While I was lying down, my cousin Emmy, (Ruthykin's daughter) came in the room to entertain me. Haha, she said the funniest stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, you should know, she LOVES princess stuff. She was asking me if I like her skirt that she had worn to church earlier, and that it was a "Princess skirt." Then she was talking about how she had small hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well, as you get older and grow, your hands will get bigger. Maybe even the size of your mom's hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: YEP! And when I am her age, I will get married to a boy. See, if he doesn't treats me like the princess I am, I will know that he is not the right guy. But if he DOES treat me like the princess I am, then I know he's the right guy. See, my dad tolds me that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chuckled a bit from that. Yep, those are her EXACT words, too! I typed this while she spoke. Well, I guess this post just caught up to my current actions! Well, I better go, we are going to play Taboo and Scattergories soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-6567281954838633048?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/6567281954838633048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevada-our-third-day-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6567281954838633048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/6567281954838633048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevada-our-third-day-here.html' title='Nevada; our third day here'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-489379148800925055</id><published>2011-05-28T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:25:46.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevada is going good.</title><content type='html'>It's our second day here in Nevada. The day started off with all of us sleeping in. Then for breakfast we ate pancakes and sausage. Mmmm... We all just chilled for a bit, and then we went to some thrift stores to just look around. Then we came back home to eat some taco salad for dinner. The rest of the day's spent by playing board games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-489379148800925055?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/489379148800925055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevada-is-going-good.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/489379148800925055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/489379148800925055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevada-is-going-good.html' title='Nevada is going good.'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-8985754700347476086</id><published>2011-05-27T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:55:58.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Countdown.</title><content type='html'>There are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;days until school is out!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOO! JUST A WEEK! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-8985754700347476086?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/8985754700347476086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-countdown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8985754700347476086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/8985754700347476086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-countdown.html' title='Summer Countdown.'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2936782144077719298</id><published>2011-05-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:54:51.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevada...</title><content type='html'>We left to go over to Nevada for Memorial Day weekend. We got here at around 2:00 PM. We started to unpack things from the car, which was followed by a delicious meal,(forgot what it was called) and some yummy strawberry shortcake! Yum! Then for the rest of the day we got to just rest and relax. Some talked with others, some rested, some played video games with others, and like me, used the computer! &lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Through out the week I will keep you all updated on our vacation. Stay tuned! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2936782144077719298?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2936782144077719298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2936782144077719298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2936782144077719298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/nevada.html' title='Nevada...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-7474381840020104049</id><published>2011-05-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:44:25.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-tuning online</title><content type='html'>Go here if you want to auto-tune something: &lt;a href="http://www.kongregate.com/games/minustwo/flash-auto-tuner"&gt;http://www.kongregate.com/games/minustwo/flash-auto-tuner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-7474381840020104049?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/7474381840020104049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/auto-tuning-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7474381840020104049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/7474381840020104049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/auto-tuning-online.html' title='Auto-tuning online'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3379818038334800988</id><published>2011-05-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:51:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sleepy, not hungry, neck cramps, dizziness, pounding in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Drippy nose, constant sneezing, scratchy throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Laziness, no fresh air, yucky medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sweating a lot for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Cuddling with cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Behind in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feeling weak and slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Missing your friends from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Having to miss out on fun activities and events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wondering when all of this pain and guck will come to a final end...&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/5881994536485578989-3379818038334800988?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3379818038334800988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleepy-not-hungry-neck-cramps-dizziness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3379818038334800988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3379818038334800988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleepy-not-hungry-neck-cramps-dizziness.html' title=''/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-9100926427652326079</id><published>2011-05-19T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:33:16.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love make-up samples (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below this post entry, I blogged about why I love make-up samples. I suggest that before you look at this post, that you read the part one to this. It will make more sense! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of the process! (Skin color is made up of three different make-up samples: Loreal Light 512 Classic Ivory foundation, Loreal medium 516 nude beige foundation, and Loreal Deep 530 Sun Beige. The lips and eyelids are both just highlighters, and then the other details, such as the extra eye, the hair color, the horns, mustache, and beard, are all just various colors of Sharpie markers! There you go! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      Starting the face drawings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riGE0HGniQo/TdXtmC4E1HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iUDRR6eW4w4/s400/Image20.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608650148822701170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks normal, even with "eyeshadow" and "lipstick:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyswXQR0thY/TdXtg_DA3UI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NpX5C3wWpJg/s400/Image21.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608650061895490882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm.... yeah.... Look for yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC7tSJL8Pds/TdXta1NmnXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0pgPCgsHyn0/s400/Image22.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608649956176338290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-9100926427652326079?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/9100926427652326079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-i-love-make-up-samples-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9100926427652326079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/9100926427652326079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-i-love-make-up-samples-part-2.html' title='Why I love make-up samples (part 2)'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riGE0HGniQo/TdXtmC4E1HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iUDRR6eW4w4/s72-c/Image20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-3247609939460617316</id><published>2011-05-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:16:07.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love make-up samples</title><content type='html'>Now, first off, no, I do not wear make up. But often I find myself full of boredom. So, I like to take make-up samples. You know, the ones you find in magazines. And again, no, I do not put the make-up samples on my face. But what DO I do with them, then? Read on to find out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do when you are bored. You will need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make-up (I prefer samples)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;markers, pens, crayons, and any other coloring supply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boredom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step One) Take a picture of a person. Whether you draw it, or if it is from a magazine. Just take a picture that will do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Two) If you have a primer, apply that first. This way, the other stuff will stay on to your picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step Three) Apply the make-up to the picture! Using a foundation sample is optional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apply things such as blush, eye shadow, etc. I usually don't use blush or eyeshadow, mainly because I don't actually OWN any. Only if I have sample ones. In this case, you can use markers, paint, and crayons as substitutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step four) In step three, you only applied "make-up," so the picture of the person won't look THAT weird. But this is where the fun begins! Here in step four, you get to add things to the person with a pen, such as horns, halos, beards, mustaches, 3 noses, etc. Also, as a bonus, I like to add googly eyes on top of the person's normal eyes. This just makes it funner/funnier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There! next time you are bored, just follow these 4 simple steps listed above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-3247609939460617316?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/3247609939460617316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-i-love-make-up-samples.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3247609939460617316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/3247609939460617316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-i-love-make-up-samples.html' title='Why I love make-up samples'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-5146549692698713508</id><published>2011-05-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:48:22.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New theme.</title><content type='html'>Now the theme is Red, white, and blue. Happy now?!? (to those who kept on telling me to change it) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-5146549692698713508?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/5146549692698713508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-theme.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5146549692698713508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/5146549692698713508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-theme.html' title='New theme.'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-223024188940218157</id><published>2011-05-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:09:04.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best movie ever + Motion, or dreaming?</title><content type='html'>First off, I want to say, one of the best movies ever? Inception! Now, I saw it a while ago when it came out in the movie theatre, but I did NOT understand half of the thing. Plus, I fell asleep. So, once we actually got the movie, I attempted to watch it again, but I didn't understand anything that was happening, and again, had fallen asleep. But one day, I decided, "I am tired of waiting to see Inception with an understanding side to me. I NEED to watch it!" So I put the movie in and watched as the whole adventure unfolded right before my eyes. BEST MOVIE EVER! Basically, these people need to get information from other people. The best way to get the info. is to get into people dreams and steal it. So they go through all of these techniques and what not. But I love how they explain everything so well, and use REAL scientific facts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I watched that movie with an understanding side, I have thought about things in a different point of view. I have felt different about my surroundings. That movie pretty much took me from my normal every-day mode, and took me into a whole new world where I can't stop "Thinking outside the box." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can see, by the time I am posting this blog entry, it is already around 11:00 PM. I just barely got home, and I got very sleepy on the car ride back. I remember we were just on the same street of my house, when I swear we were about 15 seconds. away from pulling up in our driveway. But, I couldn't help it, and I slowly started to drift off to sleep. In my mind, I knew I was sleeping, but it was like a heavy blanket of sleep fell over my whole body, and I couldn't get out from under it. Another words, I couldn't stop myself from sleeping. I kept on thinking to myself, "pretty pretty princess, come on. You can't go to sleep yet. We will pull up in the driveway and then you will have to interrupt your sleeping time so you could go into the house." But I didn't listen to what I was saying to myself. In my mind, it felt like time was slowly ticking of the seconds, minutes, hours, and what-not. It felt like I had been asleep for about maybe 2 hours. But then I opened my eyes and realized, that from when I fell asleep to when I had just woken up, I had only been asleep for about 5 seconds. So much can happen in a dream, within such a small amount of time in real life. They mentioned that in the movie, Inception, AND IT IS SOOO TRUE! But it felt weird experiencing such a thing. For example, often I will have a dream that seemed like 5 or 6 hours, when really I had only been asleep for 30 min. Odd, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's YOUR take, Or opinion, on all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I really do apologize if I have a lot of spelling errors and grammer errors and such in this blog post. it's around 11:00 PM, and I can't exactly think too straight. haha, :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-223024188940218157?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/223024188940218157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-movie-ever-motion-or-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/223024188940218157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/223024188940218157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-movie-ever-motion-or-dreaming.html' title='Best movie ever + Motion, or dreaming?'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-33694513228087251</id><published>2011-05-10T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:37:39.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which hat looks the best on me?</title><content type='html'>A purple bonnet! I love bonnets. They REALLY help keep the sun out of your face, and they are comfortable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHYX70HWlwk/TcnmH4dloOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4KlMBmZ-FLw/s1600/Image18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHYX70HWlwk/TcnmH4dloOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4KlMBmZ-FLw/s400/Image18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264234329252066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue bonnet. No, not the Blue Bonnet butter company, the actual hat. Hehe...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUID2jTotx8/TcnmHhMmJHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HWM7F9usHkg/s1600/Image17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUID2jTotx8/TcnmHhMmJHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HWM7F9usHkg/s400/Image17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264228083967090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this hat so much. It even has a blue spider on it. Can you find it???&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyEHvzDF0JA/TcnmHsRplAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/q86QxqyNpL4/s1600/Image16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyEHvzDF0JA/TcnmHsRplAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/q86QxqyNpL4/s400/Image16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264231057953794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, I like monkeys! I LOVE this knitted monkey hat!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7lDfZuH6aE/Tcnl9OEY7cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vXUY7Ju8ch4/s1600/Image14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B7lDfZuH6aE/Tcnl9OEY7cI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vXUY7Ju8ch4/s400/Image14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264051150581186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the winter Olympics (held in Utah) in year 2002&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_9HITWVWsw/Tcnl8qcYZJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/iRS9mP62OcU/s1600/Image12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_9HITWVWsw/Tcnl8qcYZJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/iRS9mP62OcU/s400/Image12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264041587532946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a red winter beanie. I don't think it looks good on be from the front, but it looks fine fr. the side and the back. What do YOU think? Maybe with curly hair...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMrPHQfJef4/Tcnl8f9-gHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/j1DU2DCaVDY/s1600/Image10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMrPHQfJef4/Tcnl8f9-gHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/j1DU2DCaVDY/s400/Image10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264038775652466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a denim hat with little sparkles all over.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIBjGEvrSAU/Tcnl78UwgVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/imla3DwjD-Q/s1600/Image8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIBjGEvrSAU/Tcnl78UwgVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/imla3DwjD-Q/s400/Image8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264029207527762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0bJf3YplAM/Tcnl79xsW1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KvdYdVp4iV8/s1600/Image6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; This hat it gray, not white. It also has a pink peace sign on the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0bJf3YplAM/Tcnl79xsW1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KvdYdVp4iV8/s1600/Image6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0bJf3YplAM/Tcnl79xsW1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KvdYdVp4iV8/s400/Image6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605264029597326162" /&gt;&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/5881994536485578989-33694513228087251?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/33694513228087251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/which-hat-looks-best-on-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/33694513228087251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/33694513228087251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/which-hat-looks-best-on-me.html' title='Which hat looks the best on me?'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHYX70HWlwk/TcnmH4dloOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4KlMBmZ-FLw/s72-c/Image18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-2731820311003778344</id><published>2011-05-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:52:32.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time there's a tsunami or flood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They should have air planes or jets carry a giant sponge to soak up all of the water.&lt;div&gt;In school for science we were talking a bit about the "Ring of Fire," and if Japan was on it. Then I started thinking about the tsunami and earthquake that took place in Japan not too long ago. Then I started to think of ways how to help it all. That's when I thought of that. Haha, strange, but not too bad of an idea, right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is an example of what I am saying. Click on the picture to enlarge it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_FCuEFDxGc/Tch-FZj20fI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2DUZ-IIcoPY/s1600/blog%2Bpicture%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_FCuEFDxGc/Tch-FZj20fI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2DUZ-IIcoPY/s400/blog%2Bpicture%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604868367488307698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-2731820311003778344?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/2731820311003778344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/next-time-theres-tsunami-or-flood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2731820311003778344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/2731820311003778344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/next-time-theres-tsunami-or-flood.html' title='Next time there&apos;s a tsunami or flood...'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_FCuEFDxGc/Tch-FZj20fI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2DUZ-IIcoPY/s72-c/blog%2Bpicture%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-4627138671163599069</id><published>2011-05-09T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:16:10.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Mother's Day post</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is kind of late, as Mother's Day was YESTERDAY, but I was kind of busy, since we had some family over for a Mother's Day dinner and stuff. But on with the post...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my mom SO much, and I am sure all of YOUR mom's are good mothers, too. But here I am just going to share some things about my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom always says the right thing at the right time. She just always knows what to say to me, so I cam understand things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is AWESOME at baking and cooking.  I love her desserts and meals that she makes. They are all so yummy, and in the process of making the food, she actually knows what she is doing! I can't cook or bake. I watch her do it, and think to myself, "I hope to be as good at cooking and baking as my mom one day." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has characteristics that I like. She's loving, caring, helping, comforting, sweet, intelligent, practical, humorous, smart, faithful, full of hope, and heavenly. These are just some of the many characteristics she has that I adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She obtains talents that she sticks to, and shows her true talents and personality. I often find something that somebody is good at, and I try to make it my talent and try to be good at it. This is a mistake I often tumble over. But my mom doesn't. She does what she is TRULY good at, not trying to be good at something else that isn't her true self. For example, she LOVES music, and is so good at it. I love listening to her as she plays the piano and sings with her enjoyable voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves me. I know this, from all that she gives me, and all that she does for me. Many times in my life have I felt as if she hated me, because I was stressed out, or angry. But every time I come to a point where I know that she does truly love me. I am her daughter (her only one, as I might add) and I enjoy spending time with just her and me. This way we get just some fun girl time, without any of the boys. Being an only girl and having 2 older brothers often makes me feel like the odd ball. How my brothers do everything together, and I am left with myself to find something to do. But then there's that time that I get to spend quality girl time alone with just my mom and myself, whether it's in the car on my way to school, whether its a short text message to my mom, or even if it's just a simple "goodnight" to her before bed; it's always good to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's taught me many things. Now, of course she taught me the basic things: Don't play with knives, don't play with matches, how to tie your shoes, picking up glass with bare hands is not safe, how to brush my teeth, don't touch the stove or oven when turned on, etc. Then the more "advanced" things, yet are still basic and easy: how to walk, how to talk, how to button up your jacket, how to change the toilet paper roll, how to fold laundry, and such. But then there are things that seem so impossible, so hard to accomplish, and so hard to reach. But she tells me how I CAN make the impossible possible, how to accomplish the hard, and how to reach it, even when it's hard or difficult. She teaches me until it seems like a basic lesson. Before you learn something, it seems hard. But after you learn that something and accomplish that something, it seems like a basic. I remember, when I was little, I couldn't pronounce my "R's." I would sit there everyday with her, trying to say my "R's" but would instead end up pronouncing a "W" sound. I would go to my room afterward every time, and bury my face in my pillow, crying and sobbing. I remember feeling overwhelmed and sad that I couldn't pronounce an R. I didn't get it. But then finally, day by day, my mother would continue to work with me and help me, and I ended up learning how to pronounce my "R's." I felt so relieved. I felt like I had accomplished an almost impossible thing. I felt so proud of myself. And because of my mom, and can pronounce my "R's" perfectly fine! She still continues to teach me things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go ON and ON about how much I love my mom, and all of the wonderful things about her, but these are some things that I have decided to share with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you mom, and happy belated Mother's Day!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881994536485578989-4627138671163599069?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/4627138671163599069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-mothers-day-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4627138671163599069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/4627138671163599069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-mothers-day-post.html' title='Late Mother&apos;s Day post'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881994536485578989.post-1763361200847546327</id><published>2011-05-08T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:37:59.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you understand?</title><content type='html'>Here's my horoscope for today. I don't get what the meaning is, do YOU?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div id="horoscope-daily-reading" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Aquarius:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="horoscope-daily-reading" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; "&gt;You may feel as if you're in the midst of intense passions today, tempting you to seek solace in a more intellectual platform, for that is where you naturally excel. Unfortunately, the Sun's semisquare to your key planet Uranus emotionally charges your actions and quickly pushes you to the edge of discomfort. Indulging your senses appears enticing, but it's actually a distraction from the real work at hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="share-news" id="share-horoscope" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; width: 90px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: bottom; padding-top: 7px; "&gt;&lt;/div&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/5881994536485578989-1763361200847546327?l=prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/feeds/1763361200847546327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1763361200847546327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881994536485578989/posts/default/1763361200847546327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyprettyprincessposts.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-understand.html' title='Do you understand?'/><author><name>KiennaP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08884617766805858911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfxJgBif7d4/SNaipp1tfNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oK7Bgf6DmVI/S220/kiennabanana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
