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  <title>You need to learn to shake it...</title>
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  <updated>2009-02-12T16:50:36Z</updated>
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    <title>Oh no, here it goes again...</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T03:06:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T03:10:10Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I survive this year it will be a freaking miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second day and I'm stressed out of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iloveny21:33723</id>
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    <title>Schedule Time!</title>
    <published>2006-09-01T02:16:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-01T02:16:24Z</updated>
    <category term="school schedule"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AP Government (Bokkon)&lt;br /&gt;2. Honors Physics (Swartz)&lt;br /&gt;3. AP English (Coleman)&lt;br /&gt;4. AP Calculus (Ameigh)&lt;br /&gt;5. Honors Latin 4 (Canfield)&lt;br /&gt;6. AP Art History (Hall)&lt;br /&gt;7. Humanities (Counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iloveny21:33363</id>
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    <title>Double Oh Seven.</title>
    <published>2006-08-26T14:18:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-26T22:53:40Z</updated>
    <category term="summer"/>
    <lj:music>Imogen Heap - "Hide and Seek"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So I haven't updated in like 2 months. But basically all anyone needs to know is that this summer was basically THE SHIT (meaning it was amazing). England/France was&amp;nbsp;incredible and Ireland was fun. I have a crapload of summerwork left and I still need to learn another dance, but I'm super pumped for senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing else to say. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S.&amp;nbsp; Facebook is the shit, as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Long Time No Update?</title>
    <published>2006-06-24T18:13:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T16:50:36Z</updated>
    <category term="summer"/>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <content type="html">Wow, so I haven't update in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school ended. All's I can say is THANK GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else...Well, we had a Regency pool party at Tracy's. It was crazy. Let me tell you. Poles + balls + food + a pool = hottness. Pictures, anyone? I doubt it. Haha, but they're funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to dance. Wow did I suck. One entire month without dance will really do something to your turning ability -- it turns it into a 'lack there of'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole called me Wednesday night and was like &amp;quot;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&amp;quot; and I was like &amp;quot;Thanks! but my birthday is tomorrow?&amp;quot; It was cute because she was sure it was the 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was&amp;nbsp;awesome. Lauren and Amanda were sneaky and my mom made my cake -- SO GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday? Hmm, did nothing. This time Alyson and Candace were sneaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning my room aka getting rid of basically everything I own if I want my room to be painted before I leave. It's weird because I actually see my carpet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some difficulty with my luggage. Someone please tell me how the hell you're supposed to pack 12 days of clothing plus toiletries plue shoes into a 44 pound suitcase? It's physically impossible.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iloveny21:32882</id>
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    <title>School Needs to Stop.</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T01:05:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T19:51:24Z</updated>
    <category term="survey"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>"Be My Lover" La Bouche</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oh, man. So much has happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance team tryouts, school projects, SAT's this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till school ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for Europe! :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Survey...because I'm bored."&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kristen &lt;br /&gt;Nickname: K-Stro!&lt;br /&gt;Age: Almost 17&lt;br /&gt;Sex:&amp;nbsp;I'm a female, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: June 22&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: A brother named Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 9 1/2?&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 foot 9?&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing: Jeans, Long sleeved (bright) green shirt&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: At my house&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now: No, I don't like change...so I don't ever have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to shop: Right now, it's currently J.Crew, but I go through phases&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of plant: Green ones. ha&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Right now it's currently electric blue, but I go through phases with this, too.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number: 45 (haha Candace)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Boys Name: I must say I'm a fan of the name Gregory and Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Girls Name: I have a whole bunch&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: Dance! and football&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: September/October&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movies: Center Stage, Chicago, Harry Potter, Rain Man, Home Alone, Million Dollar Baby, Ocean's 11 and 12, Bourne Identity and Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Juice: Ocean Spray Light Cran-Raspberry Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Finger: How am I supposed to answer this?&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast food: Life cereal with a side of pineapple&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon character: Belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: That's going to have to be a negative&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: No&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog: I'm sorry...what?&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole?: Why would you do that?&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: Yes, but I hate that game&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: No&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: Yeeaaahh&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying: Uhh...no, I don't think so/&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: Once&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: haha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for someone's phone call all night: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Saved AIM/Yahoo conversations: haha, yes. Don't ask me why, it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: If they're important&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for one of your best friends: No&lt;br /&gt;Used someone: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Is...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your good luck charm? My necklace/bracelet&lt;br /&gt;The best song you ever heard: Oh, man...that's a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom like: White walls, a bed, dressers, a closet...you know, the usual&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you said: Excuse me [I burped].&lt;br /&gt;Beside you? My glass of cran-raspberry juice&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you ate: A BBQ pulled pork sandwich from Cheescake Factory...SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;The type of shampoo&amp;nbsp;you use?: Herbel Essences&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that has happened to you this year: Oh, there's no single thing. There's a whole bunch...Math class, VJAS, Extended study, Recital, Competition, school&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that has happened to you this year: Getting Mr. Dunavant for APUSH, enough said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;A Sore Throat: Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Believe in love at first sight: Kind of&lt;br /&gt;Like school: Yes, but it needs to end. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Stuff...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What schools have you gone to: Tabernacle Elementary, Olson Middle, Seneca High, Deep Run High&lt;br /&gt;Would you eat a live hamster for $1,000,000. dollars: Oh hell no.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you: Nichole&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow dance with: Uh, no one.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh the most?: Other people.&lt;br /&gt;What makes you smile? I think Alyson can answer this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Person...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You yelled at:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Told you that they love you: My mom told me that she doesn't love me, but she was joking....I think. So that counts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do&amp;nbsp; You/Are You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you like filling these out? If I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: Actually, no. I don't. Only sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: Kind of&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything over $50: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive?: Hell yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final Questions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What are you listening to right now? Well I have a rotating list of songs it keeps cycling through while I fill this out. But currently the song it's on is "Jump" by The Movement. That's right, I'm rocking the ealry 90's dance songs&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: Well I went to school and came home. Then I ran, took a shower, and went to bed. Eventful, I know&lt;br /&gt;Have you hated someone in your family: No comment. &lt;br /&gt;Got any awards: Yeah, dance competition, academic awards....that kind of stuff&lt;br /&gt;What car do you wish to have: Nichole's BMW. I'm jealous, I want it.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married: The Breakers in Florida...it's so nice it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change?: This could take a while, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good driver: I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good singer?: Heck no&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lava lamp: No&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house: Like 9, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;Are you double jointed: No&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about: A bunch of stuff&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered: Last night&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a bath: When I was sick in April, I was too dizzy to stand to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;Scary or happy movies: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or white chocolate: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Root Beer or Dr.Pepper: Hmm...root beer. By far.&lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-O wrestling: Neither?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or chocolate: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter: Late autumn&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Gold&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Diamond&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise: Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: They both taste the same&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs: Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea: Tea&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: In person&lt;br /&gt;Indoor or outdoor: Indoor&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Ugggggggggghhhhhhhhh. I'm just sick of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No let me rephrase that. I'm sick of school homework/projects. Math class is pretty damn fun, as it extended study. I just hate doing work.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Junior Year 2K6</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T22:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T22:37:24Z</updated>
    <category term="junior year"/>
    <category term="dance recital"/>
    <category term="vjas"/>
    <lj:music>Boom Boom Boom Boom - Vengaboys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So it's been about a week since I last updated, and ohhhh boy what a week it was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recital was last weekend. It was sad.&amp;nbsp;I can't believe&amp;nbsp;it's over, it went by so fast. 9 months of work for one day. It's weird that we're not going to be with seniors anymore...we ARE the seniors.&amp;nbsp; I don't have pictures because someone (cough cough LAUREN) hasn't posted any up yet. I messed up a few times, but hey...who doesn't? School's been beasting. I mean, really...how many projects can one person have?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the highlight of my week. VJAS.&amp;nbsp; Oh yes. It was ridiculously fun. It just hit me like 5 minutes ago how fun it was. I wish we could do it again.&amp;nbsp; We left after school on Tuesday and got to Tech around 8:30? Got our dorms, which looked like JAIL CELLS by the way. Jade and I laid 'carpet' down on our floor (actualy an extra set of sheets) and so did Candace and Kayleigh, because we're all cool like that. So we stayed up till around 1:00 working on our presentation and finally to bed around 2:30. Got up at about 6:30, oh and by the way the SHOWERS WERE FREAKING COLD. Like an ice shower actually. So yesterday everybody did their presentations, we thought ours went well (but we ended up not winning anything). Other Deep Run people did well though, so that's good. After presentations ended we all vegged out around the dorms till VJAS DANCE! Oh man was that crazy. Matt was doing all these crazy dance moves and Jade and Drew dance battled each other, as did Ramsey and Lavy. And some crazy guy was trying to dance with us all. It was ridiculously hot, and sweaty and awkward, and I loved every minute of it. (Oh and by the way, TAYLOR HICKS should not have won A.I.) So then after the dance there was a 'water balloon fight', but we're not going there because it's a long story. Went to be around 2:30. This morning we got up, had awards,&amp;nbsp;and left. It's sad it's over. It's weird how a nerd convention is fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearbooks came in, and they're sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe junior year is almost over. It seems like it just started. Like I just had my firsts Dunavant class, our first pep rally, our mid term exams. Where did the time go? I don't want it to end, I don't want to be a senior. Although, now,&amp;nbsp;I do get to do science fair again next year. Too bad Jadia isn't doing it, because we could kick some ass next year if we got in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Candace, just for the record...Boom Boom Boom Boom is now our official VJAS 2006 song. I'm basically addicted to it and I think it sums up those three days...or at least the dance. :P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We should try to find Aviator Boy. ha!</content>
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    <title>I've been tagged...</title>
    <published>2006-05-17T03:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-17T03:30:11Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list things you want to say to ten different LJ friends.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT state who these people are.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT confirm or deny any "comment speculation".&lt;br /&gt;Then tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think this just about sums it up...and I quote: "There must have been something in that pasta salad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your passion and determination&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;You're such a fun person to be around. Someitmes I wish I could let loose like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have so much energy, I can't take it, but it's a good thing...you're always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We're so similar, yet so different. I'm jealous of how you can be so open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. No one likes you. Can't you see that? You're obnoxious and a pain in my ass. Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I think you need to give yourself more credit. Don't be so hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You're so smart, it's ridiculous. I can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Caitlin, Katie, Candace, Krystle, Emily</content>
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    <title>And Then It Happened...</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T00:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-16T00:35:38Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stressful day, bad night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>BONDAGE!</title>
    <published>2006-05-13T18:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-13T18:32:29Z</updated>
    <category term="halo 3"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <content type="html">SOL's are over. Not that they were hard or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that I have left to do is my 234833432 million projects and VJAS and recital and all my other shit going on. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S. HALO 3 comes out next year. So it's time to start getting excited now.</content>
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    <title>School Needs to End...Now.</title>
    <published>2006-05-10T23:44:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-10T23:44:42Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>"Call on Me" Eric Prydz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay so the joke's over and school needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that everyone assigns research projects now? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to think anymore, all's I can say is that when school's out it'll be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm officially offering an invitation to my dance recital. Just to be nice, because I don't want anyone to really come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday May 20&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM and 8:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Landmark Theater&lt;br /&gt;$15.00 in advance, $18.00 at the door &lt;/strong&gt;(wtf?)</content>
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    <title>We Party It Up.</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T04:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T04:12:42Z</updated>
    <category term="parties"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't go to prom.&amp;nbsp; But I highly doubt that even &lt;em&gt;prom&lt;/em&gt; could top my Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="525" alt="Dinner!" width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/xeq5v4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodeos, policewomen, dams, cranium, movies, ice cream, Pete/Adam/Peter, and movie making...we're ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="ljcut" align="center" text="We Crazy."&gt;&lt;img height="487" width="650" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/xfnk2s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="487" width="650" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/xfnnd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S. The AP Test sucked, as did the SAT II's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.P.S. DO NOT...I repeat DO NOT take Math Level II SAT II's.&amp;nbsp; I mean, really...am I just supposed to be able to pull out the standard deviation formula from the top of my brain?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>And Then it Clicked...</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T00:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T03:07:06Z</updated>
    <category term="dance competition"/>
    <lj:music>Work Me Down - Laura Hunter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it's actually over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember after NexStar we were all like "YES! ONE MORE COMPETITION!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And now it's like, "Oh joy, recital."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to talk Tracy into letting seniors do competition next year because it's been so much fun.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Competition wast amazing.&amp;nbsp; I left Saturday afternoon with Lauren and watched the Duo, Trio, Bri, and Churd on Saturday night! We got back to the hotel around, oh...um 1:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; Got ready for bed and watched some&lt;em&gt; interesting &lt;/em&gt;stuff on t.v. Went to bed around 2:00.&amp;nbsp; Woke up at 8:30 and ran, showered, ate breakfast with Lauren, Jade, and Jade's mom. Got ready for competition, went to PANERA!, went to the school.&amp;nbsp; Then everything became a blur.&amp;nbsp; Over the course of the next few hours we stretched, ate, cheered, took pictures, rehearsed, performed, chilled, and got awards.&amp;nbsp; Got back around 11:30, at least I think we did. Went to sleep. Thank God.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back last night I was upset, how could Dancensations and Encore win everything? That's not fair.&amp;nbsp; We've been working our asses from the beginning of the year to win everything at NexStar and it, well...didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; And now we still worked out asses off and it still didn't happen. TGranted the other studios were good...no, I take that back, they were phenomenal.&amp;nbsp; And then this morning something clicked. Where will that 1st place trophy get them in 10 years? My guess is nowhere.&amp;nbsp;Maybe we were the real winners after all. We might not have won that trophy, but we formed a friendship. Yeah we won't have that shiny medal to look back on years from now, but will any of that matter?&amp;nbsp; Will that medal get us into college, will it get us a job, will it buy us a house? No, it won't. I realize now that I didn't do competition to compete or win (ironically enough), I did it to dance with an amazing group of girls (and guy).&amp;nbsp; I did it to challenge myself and push myself to the limits.&amp;nbsp; I did it to make friends.&amp;nbsp; Putting all of this in perspective, I think it's safe to say that maybe by not winning that 1st place trophy, we became the real winners.&amp;nbsp; Because we, unlike the rest of them, have something that they don't have and never will have - a family. Congrats RDA girls&amp;nbsp; (and Michael) looks like we came out on top after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there's those people who are out there going "1st Place is the only real winners." or "Why do something unless you win?" or (my personal favorite) "Winning is everything". Well you know what I have to say to that? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;SCREW. YOU.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Because I had fun anyway.&amp;nbsp; So while you may be a winner, I'll proudly say that, yes...I am a loser. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="488" alt="Corn!" width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/wrnyaf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="487" alt="Arthur, Tracy, Danielle" width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/wwg8p5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all wearing Polo, it was weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="487" alt="Churd, Me, Amanda" width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/wwg9wp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They attacked Miritza with their booty shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="487" alt="Alie, Bri, Jade" width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/wwgjlc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In Panera]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: (sits down at a table)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Tracy what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: (looking around)&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Tracy, there's no table service here, you have to go up and order and get your food.&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: (looking astonished) What?! There's no table service?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has she never been to Panera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's All Relative</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T03:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-27T03:08:45Z</updated>
    <category term="dance competition"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Win&lt;/strong&gt; together, &lt;u&gt;lose&lt;/u&gt; together, &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt; together&lt;font size="2"&gt;,&lt;font color="#cc0033"&gt;stay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can pull this off. We got this. We've had this. Or do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to get nervous for this weekend. Chelsea's [almost] ruptured her spleen, Jade's knee is still messed up, Miritza's is too, and my back goes through phases where it kills me. How are we going to be able to pull this off? Dreamgirls looks like shit.&amp;nbsp; Doctor Jazz isn't as clean as it used to be.&amp;nbsp; People is never even going to get there. They keep telling us everything is for the better, and yet, in the pit of my stomach I&amp;nbsp;don't think it's going to come together.&amp;nbsp; I hope I prove my own ass wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition this year has been a crazy mix of everything. I didn't think I could become friends with all these girls as fast as I did, especially Amanda/Lauren/Rachel/Kait/Churd/Jadia. I spend more time at the studio then I do at home.&amp;nbsp; I like the studio better than I do my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me today. Next year is going to be different. Completely different. Our seniors are leaving.&amp;nbsp;And eventually we're leaving.&amp;nbsp; But I've come to terms with that. I just can't get over the fact that next year we're going to push ourselves to the limit...to get us where? Into college? Out into the real world? Where do we go from here? How do we continue? Is this it? Why now? Why not later? How will it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I'm talking about the end of the world, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Schools Sucks</title>
    <published>2006-04-23T15:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T15:58:27Z</updated>
    <category term="dance competition"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>People of My Village - Rusted Root</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I mean, come on...honestly.&amp;nbsp; Who wants to spend their weekend doing History review work, outlines, reading English poems, webassign, or reviewing for a Math quiz? I know I don't.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty much sick of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...we have another competition this upcoming weekend.&amp;nbsp; Wish us luck? We need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S. New York City was amazing.</content>
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    <title>Spring Break 2K6 Baby!</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T17:09:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T17:09:44Z</updated>
    <category term="spring break"/>
    <lj:music>Dark Beat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;In 12 hours I'll be in NYC.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's exciting.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Uggghh.</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T22:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T22:48:08Z</updated>
    <category term="sick"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't go to school tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Which means I have my APUSH test to make up (not too bad), my Art History test&amp;nbsp;to make up (BAD!), the Art History questions to hand in,&amp;nbsp;a notebook check, and a Latin quiz.&amp;nbsp; And...if I don't go to school on Friday I have a Chem test, my webassign, practice problems,&amp;nbsp;and Math work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some funny sarcastic conversation in with my mom today, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;em&gt;: "Hey Kristen, it says here on the box [of Dayquil] that you should not consume more than 3 alcoholic beverages while talking this medication.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt;:&amp;nbsp;"Oh, well that's just great.&amp;nbsp; My weekend's&amp;nbsp;shot."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>iloveny21 @ 2006-03-22T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T05:27:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T05:27:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We try, we fail, we succeed...&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere in between there we share &lt;em&gt;laughter&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;while building an indescribable friendship called a &lt;strong&gt;team&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Dreamgirls" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2603516120060394986hegXhv_ph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="487" alt="Ukrops dining at it&amp;#39;s finest" width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/riyp8m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what bad pineapple does to someone's face.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Headlights Up!</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T15:20:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T18:26:42Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Dark Beat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;School is waaayyy to damn stressful.&lt;br /&gt;fekjrklqjeriejklwkjslds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all deserve a break everyonce in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.S. Me and Irena made up a saying for the cafeteria.&amp;nbsp; It's now an upspoken law that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When someone sits there, you don't put your shit there."&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I.E. ALL THOSE STUPID FRESHMAN WHO TRIED TO TAKE OVER OUR TABLE. They got all mad when I said (quite loudly) to Irena,&amp;nbsp;"We're frigging juniors,&amp;nbsp;they should find their own damn table." So then this kid makes this 'something's-shoved-up-my-ass-face' and goes "Ugh, well I guess those seats are for their &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;." He emphasizes friends because, at that time, me and Irena were the only two sitting there. So Irena and I just smile and laugh maliciously. Oh, how I love being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Guess who got their hair cut? :P&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Let's Get Soaking Wet!</title>
    <published>2006-03-10T01:39:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-10T01:39:29Z</updated>
    <category term="dance"/>
    <lj:music>Dive in the Pool - Barry Harris</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm realllllllyy happy right now. Like unbelievably happy. I'm not sure why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I had a realization today.&amp;nbsp; Actually, more like a revelation. You want to know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Love. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;I. Love. RDA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I. Love. My. RDA. Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The periods were for emphasis. But, no...seriously. I can't believe I just now made this realization.&amp;nbsp; I also had a realization that I see my&amp;nbsp;family at school and my family at dance (and yes I refer to them both as a family) more than I actually my &lt;em&gt;family. &lt;/em&gt;I spend 7 hours a day in school and then spend my nights at the studio. I rarely see my father or my brother.&amp;nbsp; I, also, just know realize this and find it slightly bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know why I think I love dance? Because you can never be satisfied.&amp;nbsp; You have to push yourself.&amp;nbsp; You have to strive to be better. You have to be perfect. You have to actually try.&amp;nbsp; And if you fall on your ass, everyone laughs at you and you stand up and do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually going to say this, but leaving high school is going to suck. I'm never going to see 95% of these people ever again. I'm never going to dance at RDA again. I'm never going to be where I am now. Scary as shit? You bet. As much as I hate to say it, I love high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love exercising, which I must go do now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Al - My mom's not feeling well today, so I haven't had a chance to ask her about tomorrow. But I'll ask her about it tomorrow morning and get back to you tomorrow during school.</content>
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    <title>We Went Big.</title>
    <published>2006-03-08T01:09:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-08T04:24:08Z</updated>
    <category term="competition"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Soooooooooooooooooooo. Competition was AMAZING. Waaayyyy too many stories to write down. Let's just say they involve dressing rooms, crazy ladies, teenage girls, and flags. Here's the run down of our wins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamgirls: High Gold (one below Platinum)&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jazz: PLATINUM (YES!)(we got beat out for first place by a stupid number with buckets)&lt;br /&gt;People: Gold (wtf?) and 1st PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;Raining Men: High Gold, Judges Award For Personality&lt;br /&gt;Could It Be The Music: High Gold and 1st PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;That Ole Black Magic (duo turned solo because of Amanda): Gold and 1st PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Gimme: Platinum&amp;nbsp;and 2nd Runner up Title&amp;nbsp;and 8th place in top ten 16 &amp;amp; over solos.. and 1st PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;Defying Gravity: High Gold (again, wtf?), Judges Award For Intensity!&lt;br /&gt;Salsation: High Gold and 3rd place costume awards and 9th place in top ten 16 &amp;amp; over solos...&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Gold&lt;br /&gt;All I need is the Girl: High Gold, 1st Runne up Title&lt;br /&gt;Do Your Thing: High Gold, 1st PLACE!, 1st Runner up Title, Judges Award For Fantastic Facials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do multiple picture posts from the weekend.&amp;nbsp; The first batch is from Rachel's dad of us performing.&amp;nbsp; I still need candid pictures, and the pictures that the&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;competition took...so those will be coming later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I lied. I just tried to upload the photos, but since they're sooooo big, they resize all small and shit. So I'll just bring them to school with me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...school's been &lt;strong&gt;KIND OF &lt;/strong&gt;mellow for some reason. Besides the fact that this upcoming weekend is going to be a bitch, I'm pretty excited about not coming into school till 11:50 on Thursday. Yay for SOL TESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned it's only 55 days till Onstage? Well, it is.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Go Big or Go Home.</title>
    <published>2006-02-26T20:10:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-26T20:11:06Z</updated>
    <category term="dance competition"/>
    <lj:music>Body Language - Queen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So there's 5 days after today. 5 days. That's it. And the people who don't follow through with their commitments really make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been reeeeaaalllllyyy good. Like so good. The best it's been in a while. I still need to get the essay back for APUSH, but I think (and hope) I did okay. Mr. Deep Run was friday night and it was so hilarious. My favorite parts were Wes's song (who didn't love it?), Judd being a woman, and the dance at the beginning. Oh, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept over Aly's with Candace after the pageant. We played Girl Talk; the early 90's game with the middle schoolers on the front cover.&amp;nbsp; It was hotttt. Woke up suuuuper late, well 9:00. Had dance from 12:30 till 6:00. I'm sooo stoked/nervous as hell for Saturday, soooo...to get my brain even more stressed out than it usually is, I decided to do a picture scrapbook of earlier practices. I'll get super excited looking at it for the next 5 days. View if you wish, actually you probably shouldn't because a lot of the stuff is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#990033"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Doctor Jaaazzzz!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Kate and Tubs" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN1439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;Yeah, they're cool.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Churd!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN1436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;Churd's cool, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Lauren, Kate, Me, Rachel, Amanda, Maritza" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN1435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group minus Churd. We're tired.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Dreamgirls will help you through the night."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Oh, Arthur" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/dab86b84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;We're hottttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="L.Schu and I" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/357057b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. We rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Group!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/637e0b2d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we're waayyyy off there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Group, again." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/17797652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Oh, yes!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2fb234ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Split Leap!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/d77d341b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Oh, boy." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/P1010739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward pose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="People of My [insert noun here]."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Craziness." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN0181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;What were we thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="L.Schu and I!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN0203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="MK, Izzy, Caitlin, Me" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN2419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Hhhhotttt!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN2425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah...you're jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Danielle!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN2434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="That&amp;#39;s hot." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN0426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="People Dress Rehearsal."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="525" alt="Mirror Shot!" width="700" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/o87701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Psshh. We're sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="933" alt="" width="700" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/o877fm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren thought it was funny to take a picture of me while taking off my pants. But it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="506" alt="Oh, man." width="675" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/o879ki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tubs are cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="506" alt="Lauren thinks she&amp;#39;s a ninja." width="675" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/o87a0p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we thinking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="506" alt="Tubs and Tubby." width="675" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/o888z5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think they're cool, but they're not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Randomness."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Me, Jade, Tubs, Tubby" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/December7005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#333399"&gt;Oh snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="633" alt="Group." width="650" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/505459781_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from Lauren. Amanda's face is priceless. She did all that writing and editing, I don't have those mad crazy computer skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="506" alt="I like how we&amp;#39;re all eating." width="675" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/DSCN1456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with dancing, but I like the picture...so I threw it in here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I'm excited now. Who's ready for Saturday? I am. My body isn't. I'm covered in nasty ass bruises. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's making dinner tonight? I'm pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty boring...and this post probably was, too. But it's all good.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iloveny21:24116</id>
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    <title>Long Time No Post?</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T19:20:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-12T19:21:37Z</updated>
    <category term="competition"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>Hotel California - The Eagles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;So there's this &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; thing called &lt;u&gt;competition&lt;/u&gt;, and it's starting to make me &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; nervous.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The roads need to freeze because I'm NOT coming to school tomorrow. History's a pain in my butt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have yet to start my sketchbook or my Latin project.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Could my life get any&amp;nbsp;more stressful?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was pointless. :P&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iloveny21:23887</id>
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    <title>People of My [insert noun here]</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T21:52:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T21:52:52Z</updated>
    <category term="exams"/>
    <category term="competition"/>
    <lj:music>Some game on the internet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So the past week has been crazyness. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Exams are stupid. 85 in English (but, hey...it was hard. So I'm not complaining); 85 in Math (again, hard. So I'm happy with it); max of 90 on Art History (but I didn't study for that one so it's all good); I didn't even finish Chem; I think I did good in History, but then again I always think I do good in History and I fail; Latin was ehhhh; Brit History was long. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank god that week's over. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Friday: Went home with Amanda and watched her make her pizza dip. Then we went over to Lauren's and spray painted shirts. THEY ARE SWEET!. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2602071990083370190iIxAKb_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shirt making!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2031016060083370190YctkfM_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tubs decided to spray paint herself? I don't know.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2974297820083370190AmMzZB_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The beginning of my shirt. In this picture it's not finished yet.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;em&gt;And to clear up any questions before they're asked; K.Stro is my nickname.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2791305660083370190yRdrOa_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intense shirt making&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v464/iloveny21/2686173530083370190tUYrYs_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kait and I. I look gross.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Lauren finally decides to update her webshots I'll post more. I know you guys are just &lt;u&gt;dying&lt;/u&gt; to see them. hehe. Just kidding. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So then I came home and ran and took a shower and chilled with my bro all night. No Candace dinner party for me :( &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saturday: Compeition practice. Then nothing. Went to Dominion for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today: Competition practice. I worked on my outline. I ironed my paper plates. I still need to determine my sketchbook topic. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow: Carytown to get my hat for Doctor Jazz and drop off my taps at Jose's shoe repair. Then I'm going shopping. Dance tomorrow night. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;32 days and we're still not ready.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>iloveny21 @ 2006-01-23T18:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T23:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-23T23:41:11Z</updated>
    <category term="exams"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Someone save me before my APUSH exam tomorrow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;School's a bitch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:iloveny21:23063</id>
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    <title>Oh boy</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T22:36:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-22T22:38:18Z</updated>
    <category term="ryan"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Will someone please tell me why my brother is such an asshole? Because he is. He's a rude asshole.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had a friend over today. And his friend, who shall remain nameless, is one of the nicest little boys I've ever met (and yes I just said that.) and&amp;nbsp;he's always so polite and nice. So the two of them...wait, correction: &lt;em&gt;my brother&lt;/em&gt; was playing Sims 2 on the computer with this friend watching. And I know how un-fun it is to watch a game being played so I politely suggested that the Ryan shows this friend of to play. So he heaves a huge ass bitchy sigh and goes 'Alright, well I guess.' And for the next 30 minutes&amp;nbsp; I explained to this friend how to play because my brother apparently felt he was too good for it. So while I was explaining, my brother kept heaving and sighing and bitching and checking the time every 20 frigging seconds. Well now how does it feel jackass? How would you like to wait? UGH. That boy makes me so angry. Why is it that my brother is stupid and ignorant?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, and apparently (according to my mom) I'm an obnoxious evil bitch.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now that I ranted, I guess I should get back to my studying.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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